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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[antemeridian]

I am aware of the United States, but I can't say I'm familiar enough with it to know of exactly where Snowfield would be...

[ Somewhere in the north? She guesses? That's where you're likely to find snow, right? And the mountains too, but then it wouldn't be much of a field... ]

I am from Japan, myself.

[ocenon]

I'm not sure of the specifics, myself, beyond that it's not that far from the desert.

[ Mages don't really seem to have much of a sense of humor, but it's hard not to see the irony there. ]

Hm, quite a bit of distance away, then. What was the last thing that you remember before awaking here?

[antemeridian]

... That seems like a rather counterintuitive name for a city like that.

[ But sure, why not. Snowfield by the desert. It's not like names for places have to make sense. ]

I was walking home through the city. It was sunset, and there were plenty of people around.

[ocenon]

I suppose the people who built the city must have had some sense of humor about them, really.

[ Again, mages, so no. ]

How peculiar. I would think that it'd be bold to use any kind of magecraft to pull someone like this in the middle of a crowd of people, but perhaps they're not interested in keeping anything secret.

[ like he's one to talk. ]

[antemeridian]

... Mmm. It does seem to suggest that memory alteration may have been involved as well, doesn't it?

[ Well, if he's going to bring up magic- magecraft?- on his own then she'll go with it, sure. ]