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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[smdr]

So it's Doctor Whiskers.

[ tact, never knew her. or self-preservation, 'cause jinx is just stuffing the rest of her bread in her mouth now that that's out of the way. ]

Phwanna sphind iff now? Shfon't fwanna fait shfill [ gulp ] I start foooaming [ fingers next to her cheek, wiggling up and down to totally mimic foam ] at the mouth or my fingers start falling off or something. If you can only save one, Doc, save the ones in the middle.

[ also if they're gonna be trapped in a weirdo's castle with a bunch of weirdos, they might as well steal all the weirdo's important supplies before the other weirdos get 'em. ]

[allrounder]

I do not have whiskers—

[ He crosses his arms, having half a mind to say that keeping only her middle finger would be rude, but he knows that that's the point. ]

We can go search for it once you've had your fill of bread. I assume that is not the last piece you're going to be having.

[smdr]

[ looking over real quick to squint at his face before she goes back to bread (TM). ]

Huh, right. Doctor Meows?

[ hehe

but look at him, so kind to let jinx finish stuffing her face. not that she's thinking much about eating now — her mind is buzzing onto the next thing, and fortunately his position give her options.

she's picking up more bread. some into her pockets, some in her hand, and some........ hopefully right into doctor meow's (?) crossed arms. she observes him a little longer, tilts her head, then shakes it. ]

Doctor Furball. [ ... picking up more bread. more bread. so much bread. ] Nope. Doctor Cat-astrophe? Ugh. I'll figure it out on the way. We're dining and dashing.

[allrounder]

G'raha, please.

[ Please!! But he has a feeling that it'll be a coin toss whether or not she'll actually call him by his name, but at least he would be able to pat himself on the back for an attempt well made.

Jinx tosses bread at him and he reflexively catches it with no real issue. ]

Does it qualify if the bread is meant for us?

[ He's pretty sure it is—he hadn't even considered the possibility of someone having their own bread stash that they had the misfortune of leaving out like this. ]