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bellelurette2025-03-07 11:17 pm
lesmodsalouette) wrote in bellelurette2025-03-07 11:17 pm
Mesdames et Messieurs, Voilà, C'est Vous
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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[There is no clear cut memory connecting the fallen child to their current setting. They only know that they are here now. Present. Alive. They outstretch their hand, readjusting to their own fingers by wiggling them, folding their own hand into a fist, their own eyes, their own skin.
They reach out to a presence that should be there, by their side. They call for them. For it. They call for help.
But nobody came.
They can't help the laughter that comes out of their mouth. They're so alone, in fact, they don't even notice the presence next to them.]
EXPLORATION
[Coming to terms with your new environment and learning the ins and outs of the necessary knowledge is just a good rule to live by. They aren't going out of their way to socialize, despite their newfound freedom to do so, instead they attempt to investigate.
Starting with the kitchen. There was a spread of bread, enough that they could feast their eyes on all that yeast, but the important stuff? Gone. They glance at the knives - purse their lips and start rifling through the food.
Only to find, once again, that their dreams have been betrayed.] It's enough to live off of, at least. [Their tone betrays their dissatisfaction. Then again, their eyes brighten up upon seeing cocoa powder, sugar, milk...] Or maybe...
[Of course, later on they visit more interesting places, visiting the gallery they take a moment to stare at the art, attempting to decipher something.]
Do you suppose there is a clue hidden in these? I can't say I'm familiar with any of them, beyond the general historical context for some. [The people not even from a version of Earth would surely struggle even more. It grates on them, having to ask other people for help, but as pretentious as they are, they aren't an ambiguously child aged art critic.]
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[ Richard's gaze keeps drifting between still life to still life, investigating those that seem to be a little too similar. ]
I would not think that any self-respecting gallery would having near-identical works present in the same hall, unless there was some deeper meaning to it all.
[ The Throne did not give him information about modern art discourse. He will persevere. ]
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[Why would an artist paint the same thing five times? Are they stupid?]
I wonder if he has some relevance to this place.
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[ And he's not what's the time jump from that to Sister Act, so he's not even going to bother trying. ]
Are the works recognizable at all, even with their iterations, or is this your first time seeing them as well?
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but at least there's bread! which he helps himself to. ]
I guess it is... Can you cook?
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[ * It hasn't gone well in the past.]
I can't say I've ever made chocolate though.
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They dismiss it.]
A miserable existence.
We always kept chocolate in the fridge.
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[ he draws out the sound. the pause after heavier than the word itself. ]
Yeah. It was.
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Well, I have no intention of going without. So I suppose we will have to learn.
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Oh - are we going to share with everyone after?
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[We're doing capitalism, random stranger. You have no choice.]
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Um. Okay. I don’t have any problems with that. I think. But - uh - we’re both amateurs. Wouldn’t quality be a problem?
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So… you’re going to steal all of the chocolate…
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[Is this an actual plan or are they purely fucking with him? Who can say.]
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WELL.
if they’re technically gonna share… ]
Okay…
[ the idea of chocolate is too tempting… ]