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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tulip

[the_obedient_servant]

[Their face doesn't betray their feeling - if there was the hint of emotion there, it's been quashed, like every other weakness. Still, they aren't quite as good at that as they would like to believe, so it's obvious that the fallen child is in a state of confusion. Confusion over what to feel, what to prioritize.

There's a stranger next to them. A stranger that seems to be neither human nor monster.

And yet they are entirely alone. Their eyes scan the stranger, cool suspicion fading into idle curiosity as their eyes drift to the stranger's cat ears.

* The confirmation of anime's impact on reality fills you with DETERMINATION.

They open their mouth, and their voice comes out dry and cracked.]

I didn't notice you were there. It's fine.

[allrounder]

[ His ears twitch at being addressed, and while he would express gratefulness at not being noticed, he can't help but hear the dryness of their voice. ]

Shall we go find you something to drink? You sound quite parched.

[the_obedient_servant]

[There's an assumption of trust here. That the two of them are not enemies, but rather in the same boat.

They aren't, of course. The fallen child's circumstances are unique among any anomaly. But all the same... Being addressed like this is odd in it's own way. Like a person.]

I haven't spoken in a while. [Still a little craggly.] Where are we?

[allrounder]

I've no clue. I can make assumptions regarding the type of place we are in, however...

[ He crosses his arms, shaking his head. ]

Beyond that, I could not tell you much else.