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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[baebladie]

[ Small mercies. A disaster has been averted today. ]

I'm no fool.

You're doing more than inspecting them.

[whileaway]

My, my~. You’re so untrusting of little old me. If you’re so worried I’ve done something to them, you’re welcome to check the seals.

[Blade may have been saved from accidentally-tossed-jam, but he’s not safe from intentionally-tossed-jam. Hopefully he can catch better than Break’s one eye can aim.]

[baebladie]

[ Blade catches the intentionally-tossed-jam. He can catch just fine, at the very least. He opens it out of curiosity, though... ]

...You - do you always do this?

[whileaway]

If you mean "check the food for tempering before eating it," no, I save that for special occasions. [Break gestures with one newly empty hand, encompassing their whole situation] Such as being kidnapped to foreign castles with no answers to why and how.

[His tone started out playful like before but abruptly switched to one that was more serious once he reached the "no" in his speech.]

[baebladie]

[ Blade looks at Break silently from the jar he had been inspecting, and then there's a sort of...curious aspect to his expression. ]

You believe you'd be able to tell.

[ Now he is less confused and apparently seeming to indicate in his tone that he doesn't believe that would be the case. What if the food was prepared in this very place, tampered mid-preparation, and stored like this? He could have...probably presented that aspect aloud. But, you know, Bladeisms. ]

[whileaway]

Not for everything--that's not a particular skill of mine--but a sealed jar has less that could be wrong with it than an opened one. [that would give only one potential contamination point, which they're all at the mercy of regardless.] Plus I would prefer figuring out the flavor before I open the jar.

[ You don't expect him to snack on something weird flavored, do you?]

[baebladie]

Hm.

[ Help...

Blade supposes there is something to logic in indulgence - even if he has no interest in partaking himself. ]

Anyone who could would be rare. [ ... ] At least the flavor would be obvious no matter the circumstance.