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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[ocenon]

[ He's only managed to comb through the first floor of the palais, so he just blinks as she mentions the statues in mild confusion. ]

The former. Have you seen something that matches that description?

[ Thing, not one, since she mentioned the statues. Weird... ]

in the end i couldn't resist the urge to who's on first this

[distain]

I might have. Is she your servant?

[Ayaka had been frightened for a reason, and though Andrew had believed her for the sake of cooperation... but if she was misleading her, what then? That would make this man more involved, eccentric armor and all.]

hey its either this or the inevitable kink jokes that are going to come up

[ocenon]

Not at all. The inverse, actually!

[ He just says it extremely matter-of-factly. Could you not tell, Andrew? ]

someone else will have to cover those (unless)

[distain]

[Oh! She was given the truth. In that case... She tilts her head to the side.]

My mistake. And you are...?

[A knight...of some sort? They don't even dress like this for ceremonies anymore, do they? Not that she's ever been. That girl was a pretty, but there was nothing of any high-class about her. She didn't even seem like new nobility.]

unless.............

[ocenon]

You can call me Saber. [ until he realizes that hiding his name is kinda moot here, but whatever, it works for now.

He nods. ] A pleasure, miss...?

[distain]

[That's a title or a fake name if she's ever heard one, though at least this one is a word familiar to her and now some of the entirely foreign-sounding things she's been exposed to from other people so far.]

Grace. [She pauses, unsure of the deference he should be given - a man in old-fashioned armor who nonetheless calls himself a servant.] My name is Andrew Grace.

[ocenon]

A pleasure. [ There's a lack of deference on his own part, but he'll still at least nod in acknowledgement. ]

Now, Andrew Grace, could you expand on what you said about the statues you had just mentioned...?

[ It kind of seems like she's at least aware of someone that matches Ayaka's description, but... he's not exactly sure if he should be worried quite yet or not. ]

[distain]

[He's a polite fellow and seems to have all his manners about him, so it's difficult not to see the lack of returned decorum as some kind of disrespect. It's the kind of slight she can ignore while filing away for later. Perhaps it will be relevant again in the future, should he have another question for her.]

It's on the second floor. Statues and plaques line the whole place. I gather now that I've met enough of you that they're all of us. I should hope you don't have any secrets you're trying to keep.

[No, she will not elaborate!]