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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[ocenon]

[ He nods in understanding, getting down closer to Clover to hold on to the edge of the blanket, tugging slightly with some resistance. ]

Can you roll to the side again? I think you're on top of the corner here.

[ If she does, he'll pull it back and out to the side, hopefully giving it enough slack that she'll be able to wiggle out on her own and not have to resort to any rolling out. ]

[fourtuity]

[ If he hasn't been weird by now, it should be okay, so she'll comply.

Thankfully, all of that gives her enough wiggle room to, well, wiggle out. And so she does, frowning as she realizes she's still wearing shoes. Gross. Better than not having them, but still. Ew. ]

Phew, thanks a lot for the help. They totally overdid it with mine. What if I suffocated in my sleep?

[ She pokes the now empty pile of blanket gingerly, as if it could swallow her up again any moment. ]

[ocenon]

Indeed, it's a good thing that we were able to free ourselves. It'd be bad news if we found ourselves in a situation much like when Nimue sealed Merlin away!

[fourtuity]

Uhh... Yeah, at least this is a bit better than a cave or a tree! This looks way more escapable at least.

[ Give her a break, it's been a while since she's read Arthurian legends. Or more like listened to her brother talk about them. ]

[ocenon]

[ He instantly lights up the instant that she mentions the cave and tree, like she said something wildly more impressive than she actually did. ]

So you're familiar with the stories of King Arthur, as well! I guess it could be more like the former, but I suppose it depends on whether we're able to escape this room!

[fourtuity]

Not sure if I'd say I'm familiar, but I heard some of his stories when I was younger. He had some really cool adventures, and his knights sure were a colorful bunch.

[ Mentally tagging him as a fanboy while looking towards the nearest door she can spot. ]

—Oh yeah, guess we can start by checking the door.

[ocenon]

They truly were great adventures, weren't they? I also had heard quite a few tales as a child, between the stories and the chansons de geste from minstrels.

[ He's going to start heading to the door as he rambles, ready to take the lead and protect Clover from anything trying to jump them. ]

[fourtuity]

Their stories were the stuff of children's dreams. Though I guess that's weird to say with how it all ended? ...But I really did like hearing about their journeys.

[ She follows behind him, tone light but warily staring at the door. ]