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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[calamitish]

[ Gong.Gong. GONG.GONGGONGONGONG.

All at once, every single clock in the Château and villa goes off. It might be an enjoyable sound if it was only one or two, but as it's every timepiece simultaneously, all with different sized gongs and chimes, it's one discordant, dissonant, inharmonious cacophony.

Mind your ears and then mind your feet, as you'll feel the sudden need to head to the ballroom. Were you here already? Then maybe you noticed a mousey looking young man enter a little while ago and climb the steps to the orchestra balcony. He's clad in tan plain looking robes with tawny short hair cut to a bob, a tall wooden staff in one hand. His light lavender eyes dart around as a crowd slowly gathers, and when it looks like everyone is here he'll speak.

His voice is sonorous in volume but not at all in tone, and everyone in the room will hear it crystal clear, regardless of where they stand. ]

Umm, hey there! Sorry for the noise, I wanted to write you all letters first, but there's so many of you that my hand would definitely cramp so I figured this would be better?

[ He doesn't sound too sure, but it's the effort that counts, surely. ]

You're probably wondering why you're here, right? I can answer that.

It's umm. My fault.

Sorry.

[ That's that, and everything is forgiven. Right? ]

[siffriend]

[ ... Okay. ]

Can you fix it?

[frostlight]

[No, this is not better.]

Return me this instant.

[thesharpestroy]

Yeah, uh, kidnapping isn't exactly a scenario you can "my bad!" your way out of. Where the fuck are we?

[cleansheets]

[ Okay. So here's a young man in a space suit, looking extremely pissed. He is rushing towards the balcony, too angry to find the stairs to get up there himself just yet, but still needing closer proximity to this guy to yell. ]

Put. Me. Back.

[snakeblood]

Not forgiven.

[caporegrimme]

When something is your fault, it's your responsibility to take measures to amend your mistakes. Go ahead.

[And by 'go ahead', he means 'return us home', of course]

[littlegentleman]

We weren't brought here on purpose?

[oncefallen]

I certainly appreciate your candor on this front. But would you mind explaining just how that came to pass?

[Like, he's not MAD, but.]

[allrounder]

Would you care to explain what happened?

[ He's willing to give this guy a little bit of leeway... only because he's accidentally teleported people himself. ]

[uiscebeatha]

[ Man who can't see shit stares down the disembodied voice. He's frowning anyway. ]

Can't say I don't appreciate the sentiment, but sorry isn't enough. I hope you realize you've interrupted a lot of lives making this kind of mistake.

[diel]

[ aaa the noise, he's getting a headache from it!! when it finally stops so the man can speak, yoru's only confused, the pounding in his head an angry thrum. ]

But... who are you?

[coldseep]

( feelings are for knowing not showing! )

Can we get something in apology? Like a pastry? A lot of them.

[simulacres]

I'm not going to say what everyone's already said, but I agree with them.

[ send her back, this isn't something you can just say 'oops sorry', etc. ]

How do you mess up this badly?

[whileaway]

And what else would you put in the letters? If you’re trying to cut out the act of writing them for us.

[enough other people have asked about “fixing” it, so maybe he can be the one to go another direction.]

[fourtuity]

[ Oh, she's done. She's absolutely losing her mind. ]

What the hell?! Screw this bullshit! A complete moron is doing the kidnapping this time? God damnit, tell me I can step on him!

[ BGM: COWBOY FUCKING SCREAMING IN THE SKY ]

[smdr]

[ ... there's a buzz. that's a first, huh? hearing that, instead of... this guy's voice is right in her mind, in so many ways, and it's—

pain in the ass. her hand twitches, but there's no gun to draw. ]

Got something better than bread?

[spotsalone]

[ Hickey hangs back until the initial barrage of "fuck you" in varying flavors dies out. He's got a bit of a different take on the whole situation. ]

If you're the one that's brought me here, I suppose I ought to thank you. You've saved me from quite a dire situation.

[ He's all smiles. ]

What's your name?

[antemeridian]

[ ... informative. ]

And what does that mean, exactly?

[antline]

It's okay.

[#nonplussed]

When will we be leaving?

[perfectpower]

[Suddenly this man who has not really spoken to anyone else comes out of nowhere to be rude.]

Why the hell did you do that? You didn't even ask!

[the_obedient_servant]

[Chara doesn't speak up so much, instead preferring to cross their arms and look at this scrawny loser with pure exasperation. Not anger, like the rest of them, just baffled annoyance.]

[safetycheck]

Pathetic.

[ HERE IS MY CONTRIBUTION... ]

[distain]

[When the shouting and the stage-charging start, she takes a single step backward, fingers interlaced tightly and white-knuckled in front of her. Her head already hurts from the chimes of the bells.

Which... Hasn't she already heard those clocks before? Or was that part of her dream?

She gives it a little time before politely stepping forward to speak.]

If you please. I know nothing of magic. [MAGIC ALSO ISN'T LIKE, ISN'T REAL, BUT WHATEVER, WE'RE BALLING] What's happened to our homes? Is everyone... is anyone else affected?

[arbalestrier]

[At first, his intent was just to listen in and remain in hiding. But the more he hears, less patience he has for whatever nonsense this man is claiming. So Sousuke ultimately stands up from where he's crouching behind the closet at the entrance and strides over, flintlock pistol in hand.

Once he's close enough that he's within arm's reach, he points the muzzle at the man's head.]

Enough with the lies. Who do you work for? Talk.