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]

Not that I'd want to. [ She sighs. Goddamn does she hate experiments and rituals and shit. ]

Even if I lost my mind and suddenly wanted one, my parents would just say "did you say bodyguards, of course, dear".

[snakeblood]

You're really trying to brag, huh. We specialize in offensive things, not defensive things. [ They have a lot of protection objects though, for obvious reasons. ] We also have other things. Like talismans to find someone you're searching for. If they're alive.

[fourtuity]

You started first.

[ And it's not like she's lying, her parents are absolutely going to freak and insist on bodyguards. Ugh. Problem for future her.

She is pulled out of that train of thought by the talisman talk. For reasons. ]

...Somehow, I feel like hiring a PI would be faster.

[snakeblood]

What am I bragging about? I have a lot of mouths to feed, our prices are high.

Then go do that.

[fourtuity]

[ Snickering. ]

Way to advertise your business, dude.

[snakeblood]

And you're not a future client, thank the gods for that.

[fourtuity]

Yeah, I'd rather hire someone who'd actually do honest work, thank you very much!

[snakeblood]

Good for you. [ He doesn't care about good-toe-shoes stuff little girl. ]

[fourtuity]

So you admit it. You're doing illegal stuff. [ She doesn't look like she cares about that though. ]

[snakeblood]

Wow, who died and made you the curse-police?

[fourtuity]

God.

[ Okay, she can't keep a straight face at that. ]

Haha, you should be a comedian.

[snakeblood]

Wouldn't have pegged you for a Christian. Is that why you're such a hypocrite?

[fourtuity]

Bzzt. Nooooope. [ Definitely not religious over here. She gives him a pointed look. ] I'm not the nutty believer type.

[snakeblood]

What a blessing to be completely blind. [ Some of us can see gods here. ]

[fourtuity]

I'd say not passing that sorta test is better! Way more trouble than it's worth to be told you can see or receive something you never asked for.

[ That's totally not bitterness over that Ganzfeld experiment speaking, no sirree. ]

[snakeblood]

As if there's any choice in that sort of thing.

[fourtuity]

Well, there should be! Who decided that anyway?

[snakeblood]

You know better than me what your hang ups are. [ He's accepted his fate long ago. ]

[fourtuity]

Sure. Doesn't change that you totally have issues up the wazoo. [ Something about the way he says that pisses her off. ]

[snakeblood]

I'm not the one complaining about my life, am I? [ There's only one complaint, really... And that's none of her business. ]

[fourtuity]

I think it's weirder that you don't have any complaints right now! [ Dude, their situation? ]

[snakeblood]

I mean. My life back home. Of course, this place sucks. Cold, it's crowded, it's dirty. Ugh. [ And he should be with Seojin looking for that thing. ]

[fourtuity]

[ Is it opposite day today or something? ] Really? Can't say it feels colder or dirtier than the norm. I'd vote for this weather over the desert any day.

[snakeblood]

Then stay here if you like it better. [ Other people have other bodily conditions, thank you! ]

[fourtuity]

[ Ugh, those words alone get a visceral reaction out of her. ]

Oh hell no, I'm not staying separated any longer than I have to be!

[ And she shouldn't have to be, damnit! ]