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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[obtect]

No, it’s pretty literal. I haven’t needed to do that for a while.

[caporegrimme]

Is there any reason for that? It doesn't sound...healthy.

[More like it doesn't sound conductive to being alive, is what he'd have said if he was less diplomatic]

[obtect]

Part of the package of becoming an elemental superwoman. But since I can’t use my powers to look normal here, I guess that’s why.

[caporegrimme]

You don't look that out of the ordinary to me.

[That's because Scarlet is both not the sort to judge appearances as long as you're not a wolf, and because when you come from a land where there are characters based on fairy tales you probably lose every right to think anyone looks odd. Fairy tales aren't renowned for having average-looking characters]

[obtect]

Are most people you’re familiar with covered in scales?

[caporegrimme]

Most? No. But there are enough oddballs.

[His canon include people with animal ears, and he has known them for a few centuries probably. After that long of seeing some traits constantly, you stop paying much attention to the physical traits that'd make some raise their eyebrows]

[obtect]

Huh. Now I have questions. What’s your deal?

[caporegrimme]

Not sure where to begin. I guess first you can look at me and guess my age.

[That's not even close to an answer, Scarlet, but hey, it still is a way to establish Scarlet's existence is abnormal]

[obtect]

…12?

[She’s lowballing for comedic effect, sure, but he does look quite young.]

[caporegrimme]

[He does! And he hates that, haha, oh how he wishes he could be taller, maybe over six feet tall like some of the people he knows.

Being told he looks twelve makes Scarlet wince]

Twelve?! For your information, these looks are temporary. Sooner or later I'll hit a growth spurt. It just is a few centuries late.

[It'll never come, poor guy]

[obtect]

Centuries?

[caporegrimme]

Yeah. Where I'm from, a few are immortal. We can die, but not of old age. I'm just one of these, even though I look rather normal.

[......]

Normal and with an imposing presence, obviously.

[How self-conscious he's about this is so blatantly glaring, haha]

[obtect]

Obviously.

[But - this interests her. She's - well - seemingly immortal too.]

How's living forever working out for you?

[caporegrimme]

[Scarlet sighs, a little tired. Living forever means you have more time to accumulate regrets, you know!]

You get used to it after the first few millenia.

[obtect]

Really? I’ve done ten years and I can barely stand it.