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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[ the more she looks at her, the more ayaka understands the situation. in a way, this stranger reminds her of that humanoid thing that she saw floating in the sky...and the memory itself is enough to make her want to stop remembering anything. ]

Sounds like a pain.

[ she sighs. ]

It would be nice if we had something to eat these though. Jam or butter...I'm sure there's other things too.

There's a whole world of condiments out there.

[Said without much enthusiasm.]

The possibilities are endless. We could've had marshmallow fluff.

Marshmallow on bread?

[ wait...

somehow, this piques ayaka's interest. turns out the best thing to do when faced with the impending anxiety attack from the confusion of everything is to...have a conversation about bread toppings. ]

Is it... like... frosting? [ has she ever had frosting? ] It might go well with chocolate, too... probably.

[Apparently, this is good for Caroline too. Yay for the small things.]

Have you ever melted a marshmallow before? It’s like that, but a whole jar. Chocolate’s not bad, but you should try it with peanut butter.

I don't know... probably not.

[ her memories are so jumbled, after all. ]

But this place is so nice. You would think that they would have a lot more stuff than just bread.

[Noted: doubt.]

Right? It's fancy. Maybe they blew all their money on canopy beds and ran out of the food budget.

But that means that they had to buy the food somewhere, right?

[ which means a supermarket, which means more food... ]

Actually, now that you mentioned it, this is a lot of bread for a place that doesn't seem to have anyone. I thought there would be something like... I don't know. Maids? Caretakers?