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bellelurette2025-03-07 11:17 pm
lesmodsalouette) wrote in bellelurette2025-03-07 11:17 pm
Mesdames et Messieurs, Voilà, C'est Vous
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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Now that the audience is seated, it can begin.
[ Unlike what she'll... find is his normal way of speaking later on, his voice is clear and theatrical, and the little guy'll be putting on a one man show about a young lady (voice pitching oddly perfectly and all) who's caterpillar seems to have disappeared, only to reunite with the insects weeks later as a butterfly. It's a very heartwarming piece, with just enough wordplay on to keep the mood of a coming-of-age comedy, and once finished...
... Siffrin gives a small bow. Expectantly looking at Jinx. Acting has. Become a new pastime of theirs, though the stage has always been something they liked to see. ]
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he sure took that and rolled with it. the whole thing. down a hill. squishing things on the way down. jinx is — was, probably, maybe — at least somewhat attentive through that whole thing, though let it be said she did not stay stationary ("seated" is a generous way to put it) and may have somehow ended up planted on the back of some other chair. let it also be said that heartwarming isn't her wheelhouse, so.
still, she claps. not a thunderous applause, but good enough. ]
Not bad, One Man! Your voice, going... [ she's laying her hand flat in the air, tilting it upwards, and then moving it up ] ... Very convincing. Little sappy, though.
[ review aside, excuse the audience moving on over to find their way on stage. ]
You think of that one yourself?
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[ (...
You still don't like it.)
On the stage Jinx comes and Siffrin steps back a little out of habit, just so he can look up at her. Hi. ]
I'm Siffrin.
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Uh huh.
[ unsaid: siffrin. unsaid: what if the caterpillar doesn't turn into a butterfly, but a moth, or a venomous spider, and that young lady— ]
So, One Siff, whoever that Mira lady is... you believe in that stuff? [ a small chuckle. ] D'uh, right? You made a whole thing about it.
[ the show, she means. she means the show. ]
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[ It's just one of those things. A small shouldered shrug. ]
It was just the first thing that came to mind.
[ (You miss them already.) ]
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[ but, like, she gets it. no idea where vanguard? vaugarde??? is, but it's not like jinx has much of an interest in things outside of her small, lopsided orbit. hard enough keeping what's there in order... though that isn't really an issue anymore.
... okay, time to look around at the mess of stuff on stage while she yaps, instead of standing there with an itch to fidget. ]
Practiced makes changing sound like some spiritual mumbo jumbo stuff. Instead of just a... motivational, generic self-improvement thing. You know, fortune cookie stuff.
[ it's weird. ]
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They do follow a Change God. So it is spiritual, to them. A way of life and a belief they hold onto. I guess it makes it easier.
[ Anyway. He's going back over to the props now... there's so much stuff. And skulls. Neat. ]
What's a fortune cookie?