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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[thesharpestroy]

[Well! Got her there! That “eat everybody” comment does earn Chara a raised eyebrow.]

Didn’t your parents tell you what happens when you eat too many old people? You turn into one. You’re gonna be a tiny Benjamin Button.

[the_obedient_servant]

My parents are dead.

[thesharpestroy]

[Oh. Damn. You know what, that kind of tracks, honestly. Still, damn.]

Both of them, huh? How long ago?

[Despite the flicker of emotion in Shiv’s eyes, she asks it about as casually as she would Chara’s favorite color.]

[the_obedient_servant]

[They shrug, no less casual than they were in announcing it.]

A long time ago. [Not strictly true, but not strictly wrong either.]
Children tend to outlive their parents.

[thesharpestroy]

Yeah, that's...generally the goal.

Growing up with alive parents can suck too. You aren't missing out on vital maternal wisdom by having a dead mom, at least.

[the_obedient_servant]

Family is the instrument by which malice is passed onto new generations.

[Their tone is flat, like they're pointing out the color of the wallpaper.]

[thesharpestroy]

[Shiv lets out a little scoff, because like. How the hell else do you respond to that?]

Jesus. What do they make you read in school where you're from?

[the_obedient_servant]

You shouldn't look down on others just because they're younger than you.

[thesharpestroy]

Not looking down, just--I don't know, surprised. I wasn't exactly reciting nihilist philosophy when I was your age. You're like an old soul.

[Or they just have unrestricted internet access and TikTok really is poisoning the minds of the youth.]