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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[coldseep]

( Hwy is flopped out across one of the beds, having been recently abandoned by Dan Heng but not feeling much like moving at present. )

What's so interesting?

[ocenon]

[ It takes a second of him looking around to each corner of the room, before realizing that the voice came from one of the nearby beds. ]

Ah, my apologies, I didn't notice you were there. I was just surprised by how unoccupied this room seems to be.

[coldseep]

Do you prefer company?

( He sorta props up his chin on the back of his hands, his elbows slanted columns of support. )

Or is it the room itself that suggests there should be more?

( the multiple beds... all hwy's (and this guy's) right now )

[ocenon]

[ what's better than this. just guys being dudes. ]

The former, I suppose. I'm not usually that accustomed to being outnumbered like this.

[ There's a tired sigh behind that. The fact he is is troubling, but it's best to go at it one thing at a time. ]

I trust you've also awoken here with no knowledge as to what happened here?

[coldseep]

Yep! I have no clue what's going on.

( very helpful, hwy. thank you. )

I was in the middle of something pretty intense, and, pop! Suddenly I'm in dreamland again, and then I wake up here. Everyone else who's woken up here seems confused, too.

( He smiles at Richard!! )

You don't have to be outnumbered, though. We can be friends, so you'll have at least one other ally here.

[ocenon]

Just like Launcelot awakening imprisoned in Morgan le Fay's castle...

[ He thinks for a moment, seemingly drifting into his own thoughts before decorum snaps him back to the present. ]

An alliance... I think banding together in an uncertain situation like this is certainly a just reaction. [ nods ] I would appreciate your aid, for the time being.

[coldseep]

Well, hopefully we're not imprisoned! And, if we are, we have a very gracious jailer and some pretty comfortable shackles. ( Metaphorical shackles are way better than physical ones. ) Good to be working with you!

( He rolls off the bed, briefly becoming a cocoon of hair, before it all comes undone as he hops off the edge of it and rises. )

My name's Hwylryn. Do you want to look around with me?

[ocenon]

[ He laughs at that, nodding in agreement. ] Very gracious indeed – this is certainly not the worst place to be interred in.

[ He takes a step back for Hwylryn to roll off, before nodding. ]

I don't see why not. You can call me Saber. It's a pleasure.

[ The name might not be sticking for long, but it's better safe than sorry. He nods again and starts to head over to the way out of the suite. ]