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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[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! ]

[snakeblood]

So you are looking for someone. [ lol ]

[fourtuity]

[ fck u 2 ]

So what if I am? [ She places her hands on her hips as she leans forward, glaring. ]

[snakeblood]

Nothing. Good luck with your PI.

[fourtuity]

Well, fortunately, that someone's not missing. I just need to get back.

[snakeblood]

Well, don't we all? I guess I can't speak for others though. Maybe this is the time of their lives.

[fourtuity]

That'd be a whole new level of fucked up if it was! I bet it ends up like out of the frying pan and into the fire or whatever.

[snakeblood]

Yup, sure is. [ Said pretty mindlessly. He lets out a yawn because he's staring to tune out. It's not like he cares about other people's business. ]

[fourtuity]

[ She rolls her eyes. ]

Not too cold to fall asleep, huh?

[ Anyway, she isn't thinking of staying here longer. Without waiting for an answer, she places the queen piece back on the chessboard. Then she walks over to the nearest orange tree and reaches out to pluck one out. ]

[snakeblood]

The cold is why I'm sleepy...

[ Bye though. Hope to see you never. Too bad for him won't happen. ]

[fourtuity]

In a solarium. Which is hotter than most rooms. Cool, cool.

[ With an orange procured, it's time to walk outta here and hopefully meet someone way less infuriating. Hopefully they never meet again! Goddamnit. ]

[snakeblood]

Shut up already.

[ Look, he's cold even in the summer. Just ask... well you can't ask him. And probably don't want to ask if you did. ]

[fourtuity]

[ She just flips him off with an overly saccharine smile and goes on her merry way. ]