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]

[ Wow!!! ]

I mean, you don't? But what would I get out of you all dying for no reason? Nothing! So I won't.

[fourtuity]

[ Squints. ]

So if there's a reason to...

[calamitish]

[ Heh. ]

Hmmm?

[ He's not dumb enough to finish that sentence. ]

[fourtuity]

[ And that tells her everything she needs to know. Goddamnit, what is her life. ]

Uggh, worst birthday week ever!

[ Let someone else handle this shit, she's tired! So fucking tired. She just wants him back. ]

[calamitish]

Happy Birthday!

[ he should not have chosen to be cheery there, and yet- ]

[fourtuity]

[ She sticks her tongue out at him in response. Let's leave the rest to someone who doesn't feel like throttling him!

Ugh, she's gonna get back at him for this, she swears. ]

[antemeridian]

[ well. some people might yell, but she's going to be as calm and monotone as she has been thus far: ]

And why, exactly, are we at the risk of dying for no reason if you were to leave us alone?

[calamitish]

You'd starve, wouldn't you?

[antemeridian]

In other words, you mean to say that we are at your mercy?

[ No Witch, no food? Is that what he means to say? ]

... I apologize. That was rude. Still. You are saying that nothing from the outside passes through and into this pocket dimension, then?

[calamitish]

You said it, not me.

[ but she's totally on the money. ]

Right. Nothing enters here without my permission.

[antemeridian]

... I see. [ Accidental or subconscious permission counts, apparently, given that they are all here... ] Yet you cannot figure out how to get us out, either?

[ This is, of course, assuming they take him at his word. ]

You say this is a pocket dimension. What is 'outside' of here?

[ Because looking at some of the other people here... maybe, maybe they might all be from the same place. Maybe it's some odd trick of this barrier, warping perceptions.

But if it isn't, then there certainly are some very interesting sorts scattered across the crowd. ]

[calamitish]

I'll figure it out eventually!

[ is confidence a currency. ]

Outside of here? Nothing, zilch, nada, zero, void.

backtagging makes this hilarious actually

[antemeridian]

[ .......... ]

So you just live here all the time, then?

it does f my icons

[calamitish]

Are you mad? [ waving a hand. ]

I have a more personal space, but it isn't connected to this castle.