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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[fourtuity]

1. welcome to the primrose suite

[ The last thing she remembers is riding a high, simply happy for life.

So of course she's unbelievably pissed when she wakes up somewhere unknown yet again. With an annoyed grunt, she rolls her somehow burrito-fied self around to escape...and crashes to the floor. Hopefully not on someone.

Either way, she's stays on the ground for a hot minute, seething and pondering. ]

This sucks. Ugh, when I get outta here, there better not be another puzzle, I swear...

[ Clover knows she should immediately get up, but the fear of what she'll find has taken hold. If he's not here...

She doesn't want to finish that thought. ]


2. clown theater

[ Who knows when this happens, but she ends up backstage at the theater, rummaging through the costumes. Not that she thinks they should be described as costumes. More like abominations. ]

Are we here to make the worst-dressed circus in human history or something? Ew.

[ Anyone remotely around is getting the same question though. It's important, she swears! ]

Tell me you found something good!


3. a chapel once more

[ When Clover reaches the chapel, she pauses at the middle of the aisle to stare at everything around her. It wasn't so long ago she's been in one. This one definitely beats the cake in looks though. Not that that's important.

Even if she doesn't see it, she still walks up to the altar with a small hope in her heart.

Unsurprisingly, it's in vain. ]

...No coffin, huh?

[ It was a long shot anyway. Not that the thought stops her from biting her lip hard enough to draw blood.

Once again, this sucks. ]

chapel

[diel]

[ ? ]

Were you... expecting one?

[ hi, yoru's also here just looking around. shifty, nervous, like a kid without his guardian. ]

[fourtuity]

...50/50?

[ She doesn't sound sure herself. ]

I was leaning towards not wanting to see one, I guess.

[diel]

Oh.

[ he thinks this is where he says: ]

I'm sorry.

[fourtuity]

[ She blinks, obviously confused. But well, it's distracting? ]

Uh....no need to apologize for something you don't need to be sorry for?

3

[the_obedient_servant]

Were you expecting a funeral?

[They fold their arms behind their back - appearing rather suddenly behind her. It's idle curiosity more than anything. They wrack their brain to remember who this one is - based on the profiles. Clover, they think. That's about all they remember at the moment.]

[fourtuity]

[ Clover startles at the sudden appearance, but almost immediately stops stock still to stare blankly.

This time she bites her tongue. Not now. She doesn't want to take it out on a kid. ]

...More like a reunion. Just consider it a...daydream or something.

[the_obedient_servant]

[They're careful, toeing the line between friendly and antagonistic. It's best if they don't burn bridges before the rules have even been set.]

There's more peculiar things to expect or daydream about, I suppose.

[They had expectations of their own, after all. Childish delusions.]

Coffins aren't particularly comfortable spots for a reunion, I find. Especially inside a coffin. They are quite horribly uncomfortable.

[fourtuity]

[ Well, she can't disagree with that. Sighing, she smooths down her clothes. ]

...Yeah, it didn't sound comfy. Only sturdy. But in the end, a reunion's a reunion.

[ She'd take any shitty location if it meant having one. ]

This just means it has to be somewhere else this time.

the chapel

[antline]

Coffin?

[Says this man standing in the back of the chapel - he's sort of just glancing around, but her observation makes him pipe up.]

Aren't those in graves?

[fourtuity]

[ Well, he doesn't seem hostile or anything, so she'll just simply reply. ]

...Mm, yeah. It's just that the last chapel I saw had one lying where the altar is.

[antline]

...

[Sariel.exe loading...]

A strange place for one. Why? For a ritual?

[fourtuity]

I don't really know the specifics of it, but maybe? Different chapels, different rules, I guess.

time to get in the car (primrose)

[ocenon]

[ After a brief pause while Clover's malding, somebody comes into view as he stands over them. ]

Are you usually plagued with environmental puzzles where you go?

[ He's being incredibly sincere about the question. ]

[fourtuity]

Um, what?

[ That actually gets her to pause a moment. Congrats on distracting her from the malding. ]

...If you count the last few hours or so, then yeah. I sure am.

[ She rolls around from left to right again. Why is this her life. ]

[ocenon]

[ That's what he's here for!

Actually, that's not completely true. He's mainly here to – ]

Here, let me help. Normally I'd just cut through it, but since I don't seem to have a weapon on me...

[ He kneels down, trying to find some kind of corner or edge of a blanket that he can at least hold onto so she can roll herself to some semblance of freedom. ]

🤡

[smdr]

[ and jinx is the one around, her grubby hands digging through clown suit after clown suit after clown suit. funny way to pass the time, really.

with clover's call out, she lets out a very unconvincing: ]

Oh, yeah.

[ good? good! if clover turns around at that, she's gonna get the show of jinx waving a jester's hat in the air, only to be placed on a blue-haired head. ]

Check out the new hat.

[ so, like, no. ]

[fourtuity]

[ Wow, uh, yeah, she's sure checking out the new hat all right. ]

...Uh, yeah, neat? I was thinking something less, you know, clown.

[smdr]

[ good. check out it's hat-y glory. there's bells at the end, and jinx is gonna flick one.

ring! ]

Should've said that, then.

[ specifics for the obvious, please, clover. ]

Also not sure if you should be rummaging around in a circus if you're not down to clown, but hey, I'm not your boss.

2. clown theater

[dumbface]

[ something good?? uh.

chu wenshan opens his very empty palms and looks down at them blankly. like, clearly, he's got nothing here??? and nothing on him, he's pretty sure?? he gives himself a pat down just to be positive and, sure enough, he ain't got shit.

however!! someone actually asked him a question, and while he definitely doesn't have an answer? he wants to be useful. so his owlishly tilted head straightens up and! ]

Hold on. [ off he sprints to go do something useful, like rummaging! after a few minutes and the very unceremonious sound of various props (and maybe stage sets) crashing to the ground, he comes back with a skull.

a very, very real skull that he promptly presents to clover. ]

How about this?

[fourtuity]

[ Hello, ladies, look at your man, now back to me, now back at your man, now back to me—okay that does kinda happen here, but also Clover squeaks like a strangled mouse and backs away slowly. ]

Whoa whoa whoa, where the heck did you grab that from?

[dumbface]

[ wow?? except, clover is totally valid and he's the dubious one here. maybe running up to strangers as a stranger with a human skull in your hands is a bad idea?

.........nah, couldn't be. anyway he points obliviously back to a box full of various skulls... some of which he probably broke a little, but it's fine. the narwhal skull is still mostly intact! ]

Over there?

Chapel

[oncefallen]

Were you expecting there to be a funeral here?

[Because, like. That's kind of a strange comment to make about a chapel otherwise?]

[fourtuity]

...More like a reunion, I guess. Let's just say I'm having a bit of a flashback.

[ She sighs, fiddling with the pompoms on her coat. Her emotions are all over the place right now. ]

[oncefallen]

A reunion with a coffin?

[... well, he supposes that sometimes family reunions DO happen at funerals, but.]

... I see. I won't ask for the details if you don't wish to share them, but I must admit to being rather curious.