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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[diel]

[ yoru tilts his head. ]

It's important and normal to have a family. It's not important to have a normal family.

[ whatever that is. he doesn't know anymore. ]

[snakeblood]

[ For a brief second, there's a lot of amusement on his face as he thinks about Seojin and his situation. If only... ]

[ To Yoru, he says: ] Yeah, I guess we all need a support system to keep us afloat.

[diel]

That’s true.

[ if he didn’t have mister yomi… ]

It’s really easy to sink…

[snakeblood]

You rely on them lots, right? [ As his family relies on him. ]

[diel]

[ he nods twice. ]

But I also have to be useful. For them.

[snakeblood]

Of course, that's how you repay their faith.

[diel]

Their faith… Yeah.

[ that brings a small smile to his lips, and even that is wobbly. it would be nice if everyone had faith in him, but he mostly only wants one person to. ]

Because we’re family.

[snakeblood]

If that's what ties you to them. [ Okaaay sounds like someone has underlying issues. ]

[diel]

[ wanna count how many? ]

You would do anything for your family, right?

[snakeblood]

Of course. Who else would I do everything for? [ ... ]

[diel]

[ but yoru just insists: ]

Anything at all?

[snakeblood]

Are you really questioning my resolve?

[ More disclaimers that he doesn't actually look like the icon rn........... ]

[diel]

[ he hears the threat and backs up quickly. ]

I - I’m making sure because if you’d said no, I would have… ignored you from now on. Or, uh, yeah.

[snakeblood]

Sounds like you're the one projecting. My family isn't any of your business. [ Family is a... touchy subject, least to say. ] Are you sure you're not the one having doubts about yourself?

[diel]

I’m not - [ don’t hurt him!! but also standing his ground. a little. ] - This isn’t about your family. This is about you.

And stuff about me is… different. You can say what you want.

[snakeblood]

I mean what I say! [ Mostly. ] Unlike some other people. [ See dislikes: liars ]

What, you have a humiliation kink? Pervert.

[diel]

A what -

[snakeblood]

[ Starrrrringg warily. Disclaimer again... ] Did I stutter? [ Scooting away further. ]

[diel]

I - I - I don’t! I’ve never - treated anyone like that and don’t want to treat anyone like that!

1/2

[snakeblood]

[ He's like, are you sure, but honestly this behavior is sort of familiar.

Ah. Like master. ]

2/2

[snakeblood]

Fine. I believe you. [ Don't start crying. ]

[diel]

[ no promises on the crying. ]

Thanks…

[ humiliating someone always comes with the intent to hurt. hurting people and feeling good about it, that’s -

his dad was like that. no more. ]

We can keep talking then.

[snakeblood]

[ Even though you seem on the verge of tears?? ]

Sure, knock yourself out...

[diel]

[ a little crying never killed anyone (unless,)

and technically one eye is pretty obscured by his fringe, so it's really only 50% damp lashes. which means 25% tears. a discount, honestly. ]

Mm... can I ask about your eyes?

[snakeblood]

What about them...?

[ Do you think they're long too? ]