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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[simulacres]

That's what the plaque says, right?

[ even though he's right, but ayaka refuses to budge that easily.

she will, however, find the statue that matches his appearance and give the plaque a once over... ]

Did they make a typo on your age?

[oncefallen]

No, it's entirely accurate.

[It's said so casually...

But any questions she may have had will likely be answered when he continues.]

I must admit, this is the first time I've been in such close company with so many humans. This is certainly a novel experience for me.

[simulacres]

Oh...

[ she's taken aback by how forward he is about it, but it does get her to ask another question. ]

So the falling from heaven thing is also true?

[oncefallen]

Yes, as is the part about it being of my own volition.

[Well, he did expect they would be curious!]

It isn't something I have any need to hide... it was a choice I made a long time ago.

[simulacres]

[ must be nice living so boldly. ayaka finds herself envying him, though she can't understand why. ]

I mean, three thousand years is way much more than most would probably imagine. We probably look like ants to you.

[oncefallen]

Mmm... in a certain sense, I suppose. But it's precisely the fact that human lives are so short that makes them precious.

[Angels are supposed to watch over humans, after all. That's why they exist.]