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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[simulacres]

...

[ oh, why did she have to go and ask that question. of course it would be sent right back at her. ayaka pauses, unsure what to do. but in lieu of a better answer, she answers: ]

Ayaka's fine. Ayaka Sajyou.

[frostlight]

[What's with the pause?]

Ayaka. You're not from Eldepel, are you?

[simulacres]

Elde...what?

[ she shakes her head. ]

I'm from Japan.

[frostlight]

I don't know where that is. We're either from separate regions or different worlds entirely.

[simulacres]

Different worlds?! Seriously?!

[frostlight]

Is that so surprising? There are dozens upon dozens of worlds and dimensions out there. At the very least, this has to be another dimension.

[simulacres]

Huh... so that sort of thing is more common for you?

[ ayaka still seems a bit flustered by that, but if this is common for anna then... ]

Where I'm from I don't think I've seen something at this level. So it's just surprising.

[frostlight]

[She has a point. Tia has to think about perspective for a second.]

. . . I suppose that's to be expected for most people. Interdimensional travel isn't exactly common.

[simulacres]

Well, good thing one of us knows about it.

[ or else she would probably still be at a loss. ]

Do you do it often? Travel to other, uh, worlds, I mean.

[frostlight]

No. [Yes.] I just happen to know about it.

[simulacres]

Huh... that must be nice if there's anyone that can, though. It kind of feels like it'd be something out of a sci-fi movie.

[frostlight]

Is that what makes it nice?

[That it might be something out of a movie?]

Certain species do it all the time.

[simulacres]

Well, it's not something that we've really heard about in our world. I think we usually stay in our, uh, planet, so knowing that there's species that can just do that is like a culture shock.

[frostlight]

Is it?

[This is a time when sensing mana would be helpful, but she can't even do that much anymore. Bah.]

Are you familiar with magic?

[simulacres]

...A little. Probably not enough to be of any help if you need it.

[frostlight]

I don't need magic from someone else. Hmm . . . but everything makes sense now. What do you do, then?

[simulacres]

I… don’t really know. I only realized it a bit before waking up here.

[ she sounds a little pained, saying this. ]

Probably nothing worth much, honestly. Giving energy is all I was doing before, so…

[frostlight]

[She blinks, her expression unchanging.]

What kind of energy?

[simulacres]

Magical?

[frostlight]

. . . You're not a spirit. How do you do it?

[simulacres]

[ she??????? shrugs?????? girl she doesn't know! ]

[frostlight]

[She stares for a moment, then looks away with a quiet sigh.]

Never mind. It's not important.

[Or is it? She at least makes a note to file this factoid away for later, if necessary.]