bellelurette | Mesdames et Messieurs, Voilà, C'est Vous

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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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Applying pressure can be conducive to interrogations.

[But for what it's worth, but he does seem to be thinking about what she's saying.]

He seems insistent on explaining this away as magic. How would you propose we cooperate when he clearly has no interest in telling the truth?

Oh.

[ now she gets it. ]

Magic isn't real for you?

No. But you seem to be suggesting otherwise.

[Admittedly, she seemed quite grounded, so it never really occurred to him that she would think magic was a thing.]

He said um...a pocket dimension, right? I don't really know how that works but... maybe we're all from different places.

[ the only reason she doesn't dismiss it immediately is because she was just in one a few days ago. ]

But for me, magic is real. I'm not sure if it can do something like this, but in my world, some people can have magic powers, I think. Kind of like in a manga.

I see. I admit I find that difficult to reconcile with what I know.

[The closest thing he has to magic is still technology, even if it is extremely bullshit technology.]

Where are you from, if you don't mind me asking?

Japan. Um, it's a country on the planet Earth?

[ how specific should she be about this? ]

[As it turns out, not much! There's a clear look of recognition even on his otherwise stony face.]

I see. I'm familiar with that country as well--my current residence is in Tokyo, and I attend school there.

[Which makes things even more confusing for him, because what are parallel universes.]

Oh...

[ huh. parallel universes isn't something that comes to her mind either at first, but then remembers. ]

Anna [ or is it tiamat? she had seen that in the plaque. ] told me about how we might all be from other...dimensions? It's way over my head, but maybe you're from an Earth that doesn't have magic. Although in my case I think it's supposed to be a secret, so I'm not sure many people know about magic in my world either...

[If magic was a secret, then it could still be congruous with his understanding of the world, but he's not sure how he feels about that. Accepting the other dimension explanation is easier, really.

Sincerely:]

Thank you, this was helpful. Perhaps I'll seek out this individual later, once my business with this man has finished.

Oh.

[ ayaka blinks at him in surprise, not expecting the sincerity in his response. in a way, it reminds her of that one mercenary that they made an alliance with, sigma. she could never get a good read on him, but she knew he was the honest sort.

maybe he is too. ]

No problem! I, uh, am not an expert in any of this, but I'm glad I was able to help, I guess. Please be careful.

[Sousuke nods back her. His expression doesn't budge an inch, but his gaze seems to be slightly less intense? Maybe.]

Not an issue. You should be careful as well.

[And then he goes back to interrogating Witch, which ends up with no one getting shot. Yay!!!]

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