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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[diel]

[ must be nice... to be good at something... don't look at his skills list, which I suffered through, ]

What keeps you from failing? Or do you get what you want, no matter what?

the chapel

[antline]

Coffin?

[Says this man standing in the back of the chapel - he's sort of just glancing around, but her observation makes him pipe up.]

Aren't those in graves?

[fourtuity]

What, you needed time to call him a little dingle-dangle?

[diel]

[ ??? does he even want to know? ]

But they're... warm.

bread

[allrounder]

[ Being from a city-state renown for its thought and research means that G'raha can recognize the look of contemplation on just about anyone, and he sees this look on the person in the banquet hall with him. ]

Having difficulty locating your appetite, I presume?

[ He's seen many a scholar pick at their meals just like that (though that might have been due to the lack of any real taste in that food, but still). ]

kitchen

[smdr]

[ hm.

jinx's eyes snap to junior's hands with his movement of concealing what he's planned to take, her head tilting juuust the slightest. she observes junior for a second, two seconds, mind humming, buzzing... until she figuratively brushes it off, walking closer and eyeing where he stands, what he'd picked up, her hands on her waist.

considering. again.

... and then she plants her butt on the nearest counter space, picking up one of her braids and swinging it back and forth, back and forth, her eyes wandering throughout the kitchen. ]

Got so much crap here, it's not like I'd notice if anything pulled a big old disappearing act. Especially not a little knife picked up by a kid that's about as subtle as a stumbling drunk.

[ yes, said like he's not even there. she does not see. ]

promenade

[uiscebeatha]

[ Cain just notices his own statue, barely has a moment or two to think about how weird it is that he has one, when he hears that burst of laughter from right in front of his statue.

What??? He frowns. He knows they're just...putting so much personal information on blast right now, but. ]

What's so funny?

time to get in the car (primrose)

[ocenon]

[ After a brief pause while Clover's malding, somebody comes into view as he stands over them. ]

Are you usually plagued with environmental puzzles where you go?

[ He's being incredibly sincere about the question. ]

[snakeblood]

You must've been lying about your grades if you think that's what I meant.

c

[antline]

Pred....ecessors.

[He's sounding the word out, his eyebrows furrowed. Sariel glances around as well, unsure what to think....this seems like a really rich place. Maybe? Is this what humans like?]

Do you like it?

promenade

[antline]

[The remark of "spirits" makes this guy raise his head - he's frowning at it, too, looking genuinely concerned.]

Like....ghosts?

bread

[uiscebeatha]

[ Cain sidles up to the bread basket, but doesn't pounce quite yet. He hears the rustle of fabric, the faint sound of breathing, that telltale disturbance in the air of someone there. He's clearly not alone in coming here to get food...

But the most obvious sign he's not alone is the way a piece of bread floats by itself into the air, vanishes...and in an unexpected twist, comes back down.

Cain tilts his head, sharp glint of read peeking briefly through the curtain of his bangs. ]

You don't want that one?

[snakeblood]

[ Oh wow, it's you. Weren't you also in that awful room? ]

Your dislikes.

[frostlight]

[Despite herself, she's not used to such candor these days. How old is that supposed to be, anyway?]

Are you different?

["Making a big show of the past." Mortals seem to like that, though there are plenty who couldn't care less.]

[littlegentleman]

[The closer she gets, the more tense his body language gets. He doesn't look, exactly, like he's going to lash out...but that he's ready to act quickly in case he's threatened. But then she sits, instead, and his shoulders relax a little. His eyes lower, like he's just been given a poor review from a superior.]

...I'm not feeling like myself.

[Normally, he was much stealthier. But nothing about this situation was normal, and he couldn't make enough sense of things to behave at the best of his abilities without his abilities.]

b.

[distain]

[It's probably a good thing she met Ayaka before encountering him, for reasons, but especially because Andrew can imagine who he's likely describing.

He is also a walking hunk of metal, and, though the military has well evolved beyond such coats of arms, she wagers a polite and noble gesture of greeting is in order - and gives one.]

Are you looking for someone you know, sir? Or did one of those statues on display catch your eye?

[snakeblood]

And other such entities. [ ...You scared? ]

pool

[antline]

[Oh, there goes someone into the pool. Sariel drifts close, not concerned, but curious all the same.]

...Aren't you cold?

workshop

[allrounder]

[ G'raha is a bit taken in by the workshop, the paints and palettes and materials for woodworking capturing his curiosity, but he can't help but keep an eye on Junior in his periphery.

He is, after all, young. ]

Do take care not to prick your finger.

[ He's not rushing to stop Junior from examining the sculpting tool, but his concern slips out in spite of himself anyway. ]

gallery

[ocenon]

It seems like it would be the case, would it not?

[ Richard's gaze keeps drifting between still life to still life, investigating those that seem to be a little too similar. ]

I would not think that any self-respecting gallery would having near-identical works present in the same hall, unless there was some deeper meaning to it all.

[ The Throne did not give him information about modern art discourse. He will persevere. ]

kitchen

[diel]

[ not trying to be in their space and he maintains a good meter or two of distance. yoru is just here to take a look at what's available in terms of food. his eyes seem to be searching for something in particular that he... doesn't find from the way his shoulders droop slightly.

but at least there's bread! which he helps himself to. ]

I guess it is... Can you cook?

[antline]

I see. I don't like the sound of those too much...

[Not that he's actually met a ghost.]

What other entities?

Solarium

[whileaway]

Are the plants not what you came here to see, then?

[Hello Scarlet, Break is lounging in one the chairs to the side, a spoon dangling loosely from the hand he gestures with, as his other clutches an unopened fruit jam jar.]

[frostlight]

[Yes. For better or for worse, they're that familiar now. Nobody uses her full name, and claiming Anna's is useless at this point.]

Aren't you bothered at all?

bread

[smdr]

[ through a mouth full of bread: ]

Snot poishoned, catsh shuy.

[ you know, useful stuff, full of manners and good taste. she's assuming that's what he's worried about, anyway. ]