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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[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.

[calamitish]

[ Is that a Gun.

Eyeing the Gun. Taking a smalllll step back. ]

I-I don't think you'd know her. And she's not here, so this is all on me.

[ A beat. ]

And who said I was lying!?

[arbalestrier]

[yeah it's gun time in here bitches

And as for the small step that Witch takes backwards, Sousuke takes a larger one to further close the distance. The hand holding the gun remains steady.]

I did. [weren't you listening to him?? anyway, that's all he'll spare on that retort.]

A subordinate's actions reflect on their superior officer. Now, tell me who she is.

[calamitish]

[ Gulp. ]

...I'm not telling you. If you want to take it out on anyone, then take it out on me.

[arbalestrier]

[Taking one step closer...]

I'm not taking anything out on anyone. I'm only looking for information regarding this situation. That's simple enough to understand, is it not?

[calamitish]

Yeah, but I can't give you anymore right now.

[ Standing his ground!!! He's brave. Okay no, he just flinched. ]

[cleansheets]

[ Though Angelo is mostly busy having a silent breakdown here, he does glance over when this happens. He hadn't been in his right mind enough to obtain a weapon yet, but it's not unwelcome to see that someone else did. Maybe it'll all stop going in circles now. ]

[simulacres]

H-hey! That's too excessive!

[ THE KID MIGHT BE ANNOYING BUT???

ayaka jumps to witch's side before realizing what she's doing herself. ]

We need him alive!

[arbalestrier]

[Sousuke hardly spares a glance at Ayaka, and his gun doesn't waver even if she obstructs his line of fire.]

There won't be an issue if he answers my questions truthfully.

[simulacres]

Are you hearing yourself!? You shoot him and then we’re all stuck here! Are you an idiot!?

[arbalestrier]

You believe him when he says he can fix this? Don't be absurd.

[magic doesn't exist!!!!]

[simulacres]

I don't know if I do! But I do believe he's our best bet at getting out, and if you kill him then you're shooting all of us in the foot and taking away our best hint!

[ her voice is trembling, clearly terrified of being so close to a gun but, somehow, she stands her ground next to witch. ]

If you're willing to do that, then you're even stupider than he is!

[ sorry witch ]

[distain]

[seriously!! thank you!!!!

She may be using the ELI5 methodology instead of the shoot the guy method, but at least someone else is surprised that magic, of all things, is being taken at face value?]

[antemeridian]

[ oh, what do you know, someone else jumped to more drastic measures already.

can't really blame him, but... ]

[fourtuity]

[ On one hand, yeah, they need answers. On the other hand, yeah, they probably need him alive still. Approval and disapproval kinda cancel out into neutrality, maybe?

Either way... Palm to forehead, this once again sucks! ]

[oncefallen]

[Oh. Well, we're doing this, he guesses.]

[thesharpestroy]

Hold on, why did you let one of your hostages have a fucking gun?!

[She looks at Witch.] Are you stupid?!

[simulacres]

[ she is actually asking the right questions here. why does this guy have a fucking gun. ]

[ocenon]

There's an armory on the second floor, actually!

[ he's being helpful for the 0.5 seconds before ayaka's trying to jump in the line of fire, dont mind him. ]

1/2

[thesharpestroy]

...there's an armory. With loaded weapons. Ready for the taking like a fucking candy store for the NRA.

2/2

[thesharpestroy]

[Her gaze turns back to Witch again.] Holy shit, you are stupid. Or you have a death wish. But still fucking stupid.

[antemeridian]

For what it's worth, it is a fairly dated one. Swords, knives, halberds. Flintlock.

[ the kind of things Tomoe Mami would be more likely to use... ]

More of a showcase than anything else, but I suppose with enough looking one can still find something usable.

[ zero comment on what that says about their Witch here. ]

[thesharpestroy]

So just enough for us to start a prison riot and put somebody's head on a stick? Great.

[calamitish]

[ Damn he regrets showing off his magic with those crystals. Making a face. ]

This is my pocket dimension but this building isn't mine either. It just wound up in here, so it's not my fault!

[ Still his fault. ]

[arbalestrier]

[Without any trace of irony whatsoever:]

The guns aren't loaded. It would be dangerous to store them with a round chambered, so the ammunition was located elsewhere.

[Helpful....?]