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[ Gong.Gong. GONG.GONGGONGONGONG.

All at once, every single clock in the ChΓ’teau and villa goes off. It might be an enjoyable sound if it was only one or two, but as it's every timepiece simultaneously, all with different sized gongs and chimes, it's one discordant, dissonant, inharmonious cacophony.

Mind your ears and then mind your feet, as you'll feel the sudden need to head to the ballroom. Were you here already? Then maybe you noticed a mousey looking young man enter a little while ago and climb the steps to the orchestra balcony. He's clad in tan plain looking robes with tawny short hair cut to a bob, a tall wooden staff in one hand. His light lavender eyes dart around as a crowd slowly gathers, and when it looks like everyone is here he'll speak.

His voice is sonorous in volume but not at all in tone, and everyone in the room will hear it crystal clear, regardless of where they stand. ]


Umm, hey there! Sorry for the noise, I wanted to write you all letters first, but there's so many of you that my hand would definitely cramp so I figured this would be better?

[ He doesn't sound too sure, but it's the effort that counts, surely. ]

You're probably wondering why you're here, right? I can answer that.

It's umm. My fault.

Sorry.

[ That's that, and everything is forgiven. Right? ]

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