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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[simulacres]

What? I'm from Japan.

[ what are those words she's saying.

regardless, she opens the door and ayaka's heart nearly stops but... oh. powder room. ]

This place has way too many rooms.

[distain]

What? [Andrew parrots it, possibly without even meaning to. She pauses to digest the information before nodding in understanding.] Excuse me; I meant no offense.

[Andrew shuts the powder room door again and turns, putting her back to it.]

I don't understand... how did we end up in a place like this? We might get lost before we can even try to escape. [She bypasses the sitting room door to wave toward the entrance of the vestibule instead. It just makes sense for the layout that she's seen so far. They must be in an entryway of some sort.] That should be the one we want.

[simulacres]

I don't really know. There really should be no way that I could go from where I was to here but...

[ well, she doesn't really understand the extent of the arcane to judge whether or not this is possible. all she knows is that it has happened and that they need to leave as quickly as possible.

she follows andrew, walking ahead to the door and pressing her ear against the wood. when she hears nothing but still silence, she looks back at the other person. ]

I'm going to open it. Are you ready?

[distain]

As I'll ever be. [Waiting to open it won't change the circumstances, unless they were to leave it closed until someone else came along or they died of starvation.

Those things considered, there's really no choice but to be ready.]