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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[smdr]

[ hmmmm. huuuuuh. hooooh.

there's a little pause and a little lingering over both caroline and caroline's statement, before jinx goes back to playing with her own bread animal, a bear, making the little guy fly circles in the air in her hands. ]

Well, you know, can't spell posh without "let them eat bread!"

[ with the stereotypical fancy accent, taking her bear in both hands as a puppet and wiggling him as if it's the one speaking before she tears its head off and stuffs it into her mouth. jinx is gonna keep on going with her mouth full of the rich: ]

Gonna ungrow 'em?

[obtect]

[You know what? She likes her style. The complete disregard for how anyone is perceiving her. She digs it.]

Hell no. Growing them took way too much effort in the first place, and I don’t want to go back to everything tasting like dirt.

[She chews on the poor turtle’s head.]

You’d think a place this fancy could spare some expense in giving us more than just bread, though.

[smdr]

[ chew, chew, chew. so dirt is the no-tastebud-taste? interestttingg. not that jinx is gonna be doing any experiments on that one soon. ]

Meh. [ expected, really. ] Didn't get this rich giving a bunch of random people they yoinked off the street good grub, that's for sure.

[ among other things, but jinx is over her burn down capitalism phase. ]

How's the one you're snacking on? I'm putting it above Claw-Buns, but below Bearly Bread.

[ with a little gesture to them as she speaks, the crab and bear respectively. ]

[obtect]

[She seems to consider it, holding the turtle between thumb and forefinger, and squeezing down as she eyes it up.]

I have the sneaking suspicion that they all taste pretty much the same.

[It's all just bread in the end, innit?]

But, I don't know. He's pretty cute, I guess. Not bear-cute, but definitely more than crab-cute.