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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[diel]

[ oh... this is... ]

Saber... I mean... Richard...?

[ yoru doesn't know if saber is some special nickname or what. can strangers use it? ]

I saw her earlier.

[ocenon]

[ He seems to react a little more to the latter name than the former, but that's not the important thing at the current second. ]

You did?!

[ He immediately gets a little worked up, taking several steps closer to Yoru with personal space well on its way to being invaded. ]

Where?

[diel]

[ he flinches back. too close, too eager. ]

In the big fancy room with the statues and the plaques. We talked a little.

[ocenon]

[ To his credit, he stops at the flinch, but he doesn't not retreat or otherwise pull back in his questioning. ]

Was she well? Unharmed?

[diel]

She seemed fine, but she…

[ he hesitates to say the rest. it doesn’t seem like something he should share without her permission, though… he kinda doubts she’ll ever tell saber. ]

Never mind. She said you consider her your friend.

[ocenon]

[ He seems to relax a bit and slightly withdraw at the affirmation of Ayaka's well-being, but obvious that next bit just kind of. Makes him blink. ]

Did she? It's not an incorrect statement – she is a very important person, for a multitude of reasons.

[ He seems kind of confused for why that came up though... were they talking about him? His ears weren't burning... ]

[diel]

[ the girlies were so talking about him ]

She... didn't really seem to know why, even though I think she knows she's important to you - for those other reasons? But the friend part...