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bellelurette2025-03-07 11:17 pm
lesmodsalouette) wrote in bellelurette2025-03-07 11:17 pm
Mesdames et Messieurs, Voilà, C'est Vous
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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[ When he speaks again, he sounds exactly like her. Pitch perfect actually.
Didn't he say he was out of magic though in another thread? Hmmm. ]
I can't right now. And if you keep talking to me like that I'll bring everyone back but you.
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[ She crosses her arms. She's back to her normal voice only because she doesn't like surfer dude accents. (Hence why she was using one in the first place.) ]
Really? Man, if I fucked up that bad, I'd accept that they have the right to shit talk me. Sure, you're sorry, but what're you gonna do to actually solve this?
[ Unspoken: You are solving this, right? ]
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[ Eyeroll. ]
And I'll fix it, when I can. That's enough right?
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[ Siiiiiigh, why does she keep getting dragged into bullshit. ]
Maybe if you gave a proper, transparent schedule? You can't just politician your way outta this.
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[ That definitely sounds like a Challenge. ]
Everyone else believes me.
[ They do not. But some do, probably (?). ]
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[ Raising an eyebrow. ]
I'm being dead serious here, I don't care how or even why you fucked up, but you and whoever else you're working with have gotta show us everything you're doing to fix this. I just wanna go home, and that's what I'm sure almost everyone here thinks.
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Do you want to just stare at me while I work or something? That's creeeepy.
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I mean, you don't? But what would I get out of you all dying for no reason? Nothing! So I won't.
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So if there's a reason to...
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Hmmm?
[ He's not dumb enough to finish that sentence. ]
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Uggh, worst birthday week ever!
[ Let someone else handle this shit, she's tired! So fucking tired.
She just wants him back.]no subject
[ he should not have chosen to be cheery there, and yet- ]
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Ugh, she's gonna get back at him for this, she swears. ]
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And why, exactly, are we at the risk of dying for no reason if you were to leave us alone?
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[ No Witch, no food? Is that what he means to say? ]
... I apologize. That was rude. Still. You are saying that nothing from the outside passes through and into this pocket dimension, then?
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[ but she's totally on the money. ]
Right. Nothing enters here without my permission.
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[ This is, of course, assuming they take him at his word. ]
You say this is a pocket dimension. What is 'outside' of here?
[ Because looking at some of the other people here... maybe, maybe they might all be from the same place. Maybe it's some odd trick of this barrier, warping perceptions.
But if it isn't, then there certainly are some very interesting sorts scattered across the crowd. ]
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[ is confidence a currency. ]
Outside of here? Nothing, zilch, nada, zero, void.
backtagging makes this hilarious actually
So you just live here all the time, then?
it does f my icons
I have a more personal space, but it isn't connected to this castle.