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]

[ He should really explain himself better, huh. Okay, deep breathhhh— ]

ThatIwaspracticinganewspellandIreallymesseditupandtransportedallofyouheretothiscastleinwhatIthinkisapocketdimension?

[ocenon]

It happens to the best of us!

[ ^_^ ! ]

Practice makes perfect, after all, does it not? I'm sure even the strange mage that followed me around made mistakes from time to time, even if I wasn't aware of them!

[calamitish]

Yeah, it totally does!

[ hi5. ]

[ocenon]

[ hi5's right back!!! yay!!!!!! ]

Is the "pocket dimension" what is limiting any sort of extra-ordinary capabilities we may or may not have?

[antline]

[sorry, he's over here just murmuring "pocket dimension" to himself after hearing that.........don't mind him...............]

[calamitish]

[ closes my eyes. that was a limon hi5 because it's actually relevant that no touching is going here at all between him and everyone else. ]

Mmm, that sounds about right. A pocket dimension is controlled by the owner, right? So usually anyone who enters is subject to their rules of reality.

[antemeridian]

And does this pocket dimension belong to you, or does it not?

[ "Witch." ]

"Usually" is also a rather ambiguous word. Elaborate what you mean by that.

[calamitish]

It does.

I just meant that if I could restore your abilities, I would.

[ Trust him. ]

[antemeridian]

So the dimension is yours, but the building isn't. So you claim, at the very least. What do you normally use this dimension for, in that case?

[ and how do you just 'accidentally' an entire castle and the surrounding grounds into it out of nowhere? ]

And as for our abilities... [ what an interesting thing to say. would he? ] A side effect of whatever spell it was you were trying to cast? Or did you simply not want to be threatened by anyone who might or might not hold more power than you?

[calamitish]

All kinds of things. Do you usually ask people what they do in their room?

[ yeah he's being difficult, but evidently he's just a pretty fussy guy. ]

I'd go with the first one. But I'm also not a big fan of getting my neck wrung out, but who is, really?

[antemeridian]

I will ask when whatever they're doing directly impacts other people. [ and how. ] Though I suppose you can't be blamed for having at least some amount of self-preservation.

[ Congratulations, Witch. ]

That said, what spell were you trying to cast? Someone else has said something about teleportation, but something more precise would be appreciated.

[calamitish]

You're not gonna give up, are you?

[ help him, this child is a bully... ]

It involved teleportation and I guess you would call it...the energy of life? Yeah, let's go with that.

[simulacres]

[ from the back: ]

There he goes again, forgiving too easily...

[antemeridian]

... So we were brought here because you don't know what you're doing.

[ okay, ]

Why were you practicing this spell, specifically? And have you done anything else like it before?

[ or was 'Witch' here just flying completely blind for the funzies. ]