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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[snakeblood]

I'm just that talented? [ hi5 soupie on suffering ]

Well, it'll catch up to me eventually. That's just how it goes.

[frostlight]

No. The ones who put us here.

iii.

[distain]

Are they not useful? So long as someone can get them down from the wall, I would hope?

[She looks back to the shimmering wall of trophy swords, squinting at them as if to find the trick of their falsehood.]

His Excellency must have a spotless military record to be so decorated.

[diel]

The past?

[ ... ]

I really wish it would just go away.

[frostlight]

[In truth, she's on edge for reasons that have nothing to do with him, so that he probes about a relevant topic is a welcome conversation starter. His observations are correct; there are way too many, too different people here.]

I thought I did, but I'm starting to have doubts about that. Do you?

water lily suite

[uiscebeatha]

[ Cain's up already, maybe bumped into another person or two, but it probably hasn't been long since his awakening. He's uncharacteristically down for the regality of the clothes he wears—

(Poor Chloe.)

Either way, that's to say he's already out in the sitting room. Not sitting. When the door to the bedroom clicks open on its own, he figures it's got to be one of the others he hasn't met yet.

Cain whirls towards the door with a flourish, bright smile on his face and hand outstretched. ]

Pretty weird morning, huh? [ lmao... ] I'm Cain. Looks like we're sharing a room.

[littlegentleman]

[Junior's gaze slides up from his task to look at the man who spoke to him.]

They're really not very sharp.

[But they were solid, he notes. Could definitely do some damage, if used with purpose. Slowly, he puts it back down where he found it.]

...do you like these kind of things?

[stygiomedusa]

I was at the MBCC, last I remember. I was practicing, and then...

[She gestures at the room.]

But this place is real, isn't it?

[snakeblood]

[ Looks between the man and the plaque, all just like really? ]

Hmm, you know. Like demons, plagues, gods. Whatever.

[allrounder]

You as well, then.

[ Talk about an awkward awakening. ]

I'd never seen that individual in my life, so imagine my surprise waking up right next to them... It felt akin to a prank.

[ A sick joke, considering the extravagance surrounding them—especially those statues and plaques. ]

[siffriend]

[ The first of many people sneaking up on them, surely... Siffrin pivots on his heel at the voice, staring at Jinx for a moment before clearing his throat. ]

Now that the audience is seated, it can begin.

[ Unlike what she'll... find is his normal way of speaking later on, his voice is clear and theatrical, and the little guy'll be putting on a one man show about a young lady (voice pitching oddly perfectly and all) who's caterpillar seems to have disappeared, only to reunite with the insects weeks later as a butterfly. It's a very heartwarming piece, with just enough wordplay on to keep the mood of a coming-of-age comedy, and once finished...

... Siffrin gives a small bow. Expectantly looking at Jinx. Acting has. Become a new pastime of theirs, though the stage has always been something they liked to see. ]

[antline]

[He's actually closing his eyes, as if concentrating.]

....I think I would have seen if there was...anyone similar to me. Though gods...I'm not sure what you mean by that. Plagues are just illnesses....

[allrounder]

[ His tail flicks behind him as he gives his answer some thought. ]

'Tis a complicated matter, but yes. My listed age is indeed correct.

[littlegentleman]

No, nothing.

[He had thought, for a brief moment, that this had something to do with the British Library...but quickly dismissed the idea. This wasn't their style at all.]

It doesn't make any sense to me.

[snakeblood]

That's a pretty common request. What's it that you want to go away?

[ He's used to people crying in front of him. ]

[frostlight]

[What . . . is the MBCC. Is she supposed to know?]

Are you saying it wasn't real where you were?

[uiscebeatha]

[ It isn't, but it's fine! This whole morning (?) has been a series of unexpected events. Another stranger doesn't surprise or scare him at this point.

He notes the way the footsteps echo on the floor, dropping his head a bit, letting his eyes drift to the side, but makes no real effort to look at Break. ]

That's me. [ Obviously. He points to the guy in front of him. That's...just him. ]

And that's an ally of mine. [ He turns his arm to point at the other one. The other guy. Similar in build, but that's about it. ] You haven't seen him around, have you?

[ He turns to look at Break, but his gaze doesn't actually meet his. They seem to hover somewhere over his left shoulder. ]

[frostlight]

[A prank.]

It would've been better if it were a prank. I don't recognize anyone here.

[stygiomedusa]

[From the center of the pool, where she's more drifting than floated:]

No. The pool is heated, so it's quite pleasant. Getting out might be chilly, but...

[She trails off, as if embarrassed.]

he'll never recover from it

[allrounder]

A faux pas—

[ Ah. His eyes land on the cute, animal shaped loaves of bread, several of them with pert little ears and adorable whiskers.

G'raha's eyes widen and he fervently shakes his head. ]

No. [ Ahem. ] No, it is not. Loaves like that are not unheard of where I hail from.

[ Well. Outside of Sharlayan, but that's a detail he doesn't really need to delve into right this moment. ]

[snakeblood]

[ ? ]

Why, what are you?

[ And that's the weird thing. He should see if there's more things here, but he doesn't. And a whole lot of these people are supposedly not human, so.... ]

Just think of it as stuff that moves in another realm that's overlaps with our own.

[ocenon]

[ He's relieved to see that she doesn't look hurt, but it's cut short as he deflates a bit at the stomp, seemingly confused about the reaction. ]

Why wouldn't I be? Were we not together when we were pulled into this... place?

[ He's been trying to math lady it out as to what exactly this is since he woke up, and nothing's really clicking. ]

[frostlight]

Nothing about this makes sense. Even the richest nobles wouldn't squander their wealth on a prison this opulent.

[Because this is definitely that. They're trapped.]

[stygiomedusa]

[If she doesn't know that's?? Probably good for Hamel. Probably.]

Oh, no, it was quite real, but I meant... it doesn't seem like we were pulled into an illusory realm, as far as I can tell.

[diel]

I guess... I'm 21 physically.

[ somehow. growing up sure is mysterious. ]

... and mentally. So that's true, too. But some things are missing.