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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[baebladie]

[ Judging look.

For, you know, comedic effect. ]

[calamitish]

What!? It's rude to stare, you know!

[ blade's stares seem worse than others tbh. ]

[baebladie]

[ Blade is going to help with that.

He stares even longer. ]

So?

[calamitish]

And usually when people say that you stop staring!!!

[ help. ]

[baebladie]

That is your personal experience?

[ Blade asks with his typical expression, and it seems it may be a serious question.

...

Though, really, he can be a pain in the ass if he wants to be, and that is exactly what is happening here. ]

[calamitish]

...yes?

[ question mark very much heard.

what is this conversation, he doesn't deserve this (he does.) ]

[baebladie]

[ Welcome to reaping, buddy. ]

Would you like for me to do more than just stare? I could...

[ ...That totally doesn't sound like a threat. ]

[calamitish]

You could—?

[ uh-huh!! well it seems like witch wants clarity either way. ]

1/???

[baebladie]

[ ... ]

2/???

[baebladie]

I could.

3/3 i'm very sorry i'm backtagging this kind of reaction, lmao

[baebladie]

[ Blade runs straight on over to him, reaching out to try to grab him by the front of his cloak and heft him up against the nearest wall. Emphasis on try; let's see if he is as defenseless as he appears. ]

You tell me to wait. That only gives you more time to prepare, doesn't it?

It doesn't matter what happens to me. I have nothing to lose. I could kill you right here and right now. Remember that.

[calamitish]

[ it would be gratifying to :ratshake: him, but as blade runs to him, witch teleports out of his range. he'll keep teleporting if blade keeps trying because he's annoying like this. ]

Yikes! Normally I'd say give a guy some warning but I guess you did—

[baebladie]

[ Well, Blade will keep it up. After five, six, several times...

...

In fact, it is almost as if he doesn't know when to give up. Or to stop. So, things will be like this for awhile! ]

You don't seem worried at all—pretender.

[calamitish]

[ oh my god sure, they're doing this. ]

I said my magic was strong, didn't I!? [ but there's a smirk only blade will see as he gets particularly close on one attempt.

yeah, someone's a dirty liar. ]

[baebladie]

[ (They sure are.)

Though, Blade feels that he must have not been the only one who suspected, the little slip up is enough. Something about it is absolutely laughable - incredibly so, instead of frustrating or aggravating. ]

You did.

When you let your guard down, that will be the end.

[ And there is no bluffing here where Blade is concerned. ]

[calamitish]

I'll sleep with one eye open.

...if I slept!

[ a fun tidbit because he does like to run his mouth for better or worse. ]

[baebladie]

If you slept, you say.

[ Cannot believe the craziest man here is learning more. ]

How convenient for you. That won't remain the case for long, once I'm done.

[calamitish]

No, no, I'm pretty sure even if you tried to lull me to sleep with a lullaby that could soothe an angered dragon, it wouldn't work.

[ the point: witch. ]

[baebladie]

[ Blade stares at him like he wants to crack his head up against the sidewalk like an egg. ]

You're being deliberately obtuse.

[ Then, he flexes his hand, uprighting himself after the 30th or so attempt, but who is counting? ]

...I'll find some way to get to you. And not even your mask will save you.

[ But, Blade has never been a man for many words, so after that, he will let Witch go, leaving him be at the moment. Maybe because he himself is departing. ]