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]

I'd say so. They don't have to, and, in fact, I'd say there isn't even often a punishment for failing to be kind... but they do.

( It isn't a necessary quality (in the slightest) for Hwy to like someone, but it is one he admires. )

I met a kind human just before coming here, myself. He gave me some delicious pastry, and didn't ask for anything I offered to trade him. He just let me have it, because there was none left being sold that day. I think that made more of an impression on me than most of his friends, who were more conservative.

( Like, normally so. Who lets a random guy just have their food, )

[allrounder]

In an ideal world, that would be how we all conduct ourselves.

[ Kindness just to make someone else's day and nothing more. The sentiment reminds him of somewhere far, far away. ]

I hope that you have more experiences of that sort, here and when you return home.

[coldseep]

( Ah...

Just for a moment - a moment - Hwlryn's demeanor flickers. For a moment, he just seems a little wry - a little sad. But he seems to catch himself, and put himself back together. )

... I'd like that. ( An earnest wish. ) But... I also look forward to getting to know everyone here. I'll return the sentiment to you - I hope your time here, and your time when you return, is full of kindness.

[allrounder]

[ He smiles, soft and sincere, the small traces of worry he feels at Hwylryn’s slightly sorrowful shift tucked away behind his eyes. ]

I appreciate it. I shall hope for it too, as much as I hope the same for you. [ A pause. ] I look forward to getting to know you better, my friend.

[ And everyone else, too, but Hwylryn is the one in front of him right now. ]