Mesdames et Messieurs, Voilà, C'est Vous

[lesmodsalouette]

Bievenue

You're wrapped in a soothing, all-encompassing darkness.

Well, perhaps not perfectly all-encompassing -- you can see some slivers of light here and there, just enough to realize that your current space is literally wrapped in something, and that you are a highly customized burrito at the mercy of an entirely too fluffy bed and set of blankets. Moreover: you are definitely not alone.

Depending upon the contents of your bed (two of you, waking up dressed exactly in what you wore last you remember back where each of you came from, in the exact same state as those last moments no matter how illogical or disjointed), it may not be comfortable or feasible to stay cocooned up for much longer. There's a low, muted GONG, GONGG coming from not far away, your bed creaks like a beleaguered ship in an unannounced storm, and it is joined by even more noises of movement beyond the bed canopy as you try to take stock of where you are.

Eventually, you either fall out of bed or drag yourself into this world: your new and strangely crowded personal rooms, the clock insistently sounding out the hour, and the halls and heraldry of the venerable Château Ambregris -- a lavishly decorated and fully furnished version of a more-or-less authentic French castle (assuming you know what France or a castle are).

Left to your own devices for the moment, you may find it helpful to explore the castle for your own purposes, check out the suspicious statues and personalized plaques in the Promenade of Reflexion, or perhaps to try to get to the bottom of the mysterious and frankly alarming amount of bread piled up in front of the place settings in the Banquet Hall. (Were you thinking of escaping? Any attempts to leave the property will be met with no forward progress at all, treadmill style). There's just about every kind of loaf, roll, boule, baguette, croissant or even animal-shaped bread you can think of stacked in baskets. There's absolutely nothing else save for plain bread, but at least you won't starve.

[OOC: Welcome to Château Ambregris, a perfectly normal castle receiving perfectly normal guests. Feel free to ask any questions in discord! The NPC Meet & Greet will be later today, March 8 at 6 PM EST/3 PM PST.]

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[coldseep]

( He trots after him, leisurely, catching up whenever he catches up. Western trait, )

Oh? Do you swim often? ( mashing the roll button to get ssr river cain ) You're pretty tough, you know! Or maybe I'm just fragile? You felt pretty firm when you got me earlier.

( it was actually cains dense massive titties that smacked him back earlier so really hwy should count himself blessed )

[diel]

A-ah, wait, you could be right.

[ he waves his hands like don’t discount your ideas just because yoru’s a couple steps behind!! ]

But worlds… that seems like an impossible idea. The most I’ve experienced is… gates to another realm of the same world.

And a situation like this is closer to… to waking up to a new family member. As strange as that sounds…

[diel]

[ all of hwy’s smiles feel like ssr tho! frequent so he’s probably at maxed copies from this conversation alone, but… no less impactful.

yoru appreciates… kindness. yes. ]

I will. And… me too. See you around.

[ he waves shyly and wanders off.

even though they seem to be stuck here for now, he finds that he looks forward to another talk. a rare feeling for him… ]

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[diel]

[ ugh seeking people out… ugh!!! ]

[diel]

[ but,

one friend who says tomes. a beastman friend… ]

If you’re okay with someone like me. You saw my… uh… list of stuff. I’m not anything special.

[diel]

You… were going to take away fortune from a dying kid…?

[diel]

Famiglia - oh, family? You’re saying members of your family need to know how to defend themselves.

[ he can do family talk. and it’s with another person with a funny way of saying regular things. ]

I get that… My family is also similar. Though we don’t really use weapons exactly.

[uiscebeatha]

Yeah. One other, actually.

[ Which he still thinks is weird!

But Hickey's story is more interesting. Cain's eyes widen a bit in surprise. ]

Stranded? In the north? [ It doesn't sound like the same north as his, but still bad news. ] No kidding. I'd be grateful for this kidnapping if I were in your shoes. [ He grins! ] Maybe when we find a way out, we can find out a way to let you stay!

[uiscebeatha]

[ He laughs. Busted! ]

My eyesight isn't great, but I still want to help you. I've got my ways—if she's short she probably has lighter footsteps, a quicker gait, stuff like that.

[ He wiggles his fingers. Touch him!! ]

[uiscebeatha]

Hey, that's a good answer.

[ Not that there could've been a bad or a wrong answer, but that tells Cain enough about G'raha to say he's very likely a trustworthy person. Southerners, and all that.

He'll lean over and rest his arm on G'raha's shoulder because he's arm rest size. The other hand he sticks out for a handshake. ]

You sound like a really nice guy to be friends with. I'm Cain. You are?

[uiscebeatha]

It's just a saying! [ He's not particularly fussed about Yoonhee's forgiveness, specifically. ] But yeah, you're right. It'll be interesting. Never had a friend I couldn't touch before!

[ haha... haha... ]

[baebladie]

Our due diligence...even that may not matter.

[ Blade doesn't even see a way out, but that's just him being himself and a dour man about this. ]

The easiest way to avoid it is to kill whoever brought us here. A tall order if they continue to hide, like a coward.

[snakeblood]

Everyone's dying. It's all a matter of when. Better us than giving it that nasty ghost heavily possessing him. [ Also said kid is meaner than he is, but Yoonhee's not got the grounds to compare. ]

[snakeblood]

[ When did he agree to that? He didn't! ]

We're not friends.

[baebladie]

If you slept, you say.

[ Cannot believe the craziest man here is learning more. ]

How convenient for you. That won't remain the case for long, once I'm done.

[calamitish]

No, no, I'm pretty sure even if you tried to lull me to sleep with a lullaby that could soothe an angered dragon, it wouldn't work.

[ the point: witch. ]

[obtect]

Wow.

[She chews on some bread as she thinks about that.]

I wanna know what kind of life you lead.

[obtect]

And by 'do things' you mean...?

[Probably not change their entire atomic structure. Probably.]

cw: suicidal ideation

[obtect]

I'd volunteer to be your canary - but I don't think poison works on me. Though, I shouldn't be breathing either, so...

[She might actually be able to die here. Maybe. Is that just being hopeful? That some higher power might grant her some mercy?]

Not that it'd make a whole lot of sense for whoever's running this show to poison us now. Like, why go through all the trouble?

[baebladie]

[ Blade has experienced all kinds in his long life...though, even if his memories are foggy at times, militaristic's the most familiar. ]

No. I only have suspicions.

[ With the bright, nice, and all the beautiful decor. Even the weapons look pretty. But, he should probably mention something else too: ]

...I don't sense anything either. The hampering of capabilities must be purposeful.

[obtect]

[She seems to consider it, holding the turtle between thumb and forefinger, and squeezing down as she eyes it up.]

I have the sneaking suspicion that they all taste pretty much the same.

[It's all just bread in the end, innit?]

But, I don't know. He's pretty cute, I guess. Not bear-cute, but definitely more than crab-cute.

[obtect]

[She shrugs. There's nothing to hide, really.]

When I turned into... [She gestures to herself with a clawed hand.] this, I didn't have any. Had to figure out how to grow them back, one by one. Wasn't an easy or fun process.

[obtect]

It'd just be insult to injury. Can't eat bread, and you're surrounded by it. It'd be better if there wasn't anything at all.

[diel]

[ about that, ]

Things some people consider not normal. Not natural. But it’s who they are now.

[antline]

That's good...so you can break them out of it.

How?