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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begonia suite

[dumbface]

[ wow, get a look at this guy. first: he's got amazing hair, and it looks kind of like a bird's. clearly that means he's half-bird, or at least a quarter bird. the logistics of this escapes him but he accepts it as an undeniable fact nonetheless.

and just undeniable: this guy is amazing. he really hopes he talks in squawks, because that would be even better. ]

You're stuck? [ the non-squawking man clearly just said he was but, listen. he's asking anyway.

give him a minute here to stare intently at the chandelier like it's the most intricat puzzle he's ever seen before slamming one fist into his palm. he's got it!! he knows how to tackle this!!

rolling up his sleeves, he reaches up and... grabs... the chain of the chandelier and starts pulling... trying to bring the whole thing down... ]

[antline]

Ah...

[Yeah, now his head is bring brought down with this thing? He's tensing up, grasping onto the chandelier.]

I don't think that's helping...

[dumbface]

[ oops, looks like birdie doesn't like it! he immediately lets go and steps back. ]

...Then I'll go find something to cut it down.

[ there he goes, zipping off... sariel can definitely stop him before he slips off into the unknown but he's gotta be quick. ]

[antline]

Okay. I will wait.





[He really is just kind of chilling here, like.....life might just be like This.]

[dumbface]

[ sariel is such a good...

after what is probably a long, long while, chu wenshan comes clamoring back with a human skull under his arm, a pool cue tied to his back, a butter knife, a breastplate, a cuckoo clock, and some bread in the shape of a lizard wrapped in a towel.

is sariel free by now?? who knows, not chu wenshan. ]

I'm back.

[antline]

[He has been spacing out for the last hour thanks for asking.]

[Oh, he's back.]

You are. Did you find anything....?

[dumbface]

[ nod! ]

I found food.

[ no, he found a lot of other stuff though?? but birdie is probably hungry, so that comes first. chu wenshan pads closer, juggling all of the stuff in his hands to fork over the lizard bread. ]

Here. I thought you'd be hungry. [ and don't worry about poison. he tested it first!! specifically, this piece... just ignore the bite at the end of the tail, it's fine. ]

[antline]

[He's given the lizard bread, but now he just looks......vaguely sad.]

It's shaped like an animal....why?

[dumbface]

[ his brows start raising. he thought birds liked lizards... should he have gotten a fish...? ]

I don't know. That's just what was there. [ he speaks slowly, and a little quieter than before. ] Do you want something else?

[antline]

Is there regular bread that isn't shaped like an animal...?

[Eating one shaped like an animal feels wrong.]