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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[oncefallen]

[You know, he's really not sure if that is better or worse--]

Perhaps we're lucky that whoever brought us here only seemed determined to stuff us into blankets rather than a coffin. Assuming you woke up the same way as all of us in my room, that is.

[He appreciates the time and effort that went into burritoing all of them, but also. Why.]

[fourtuity]

[ Somehow, talk about awakening has changed the way she talks. Like someone sprinkled some pep onto her. ]

Becoming a human burrito, you mean? ...Uggh, that sucked. I guess that's way better than waking up in a coffin? But I could'a gone without falling to the floor.

[oncefallen]

[Vanis notes this change in her demeanor, filing that away for later.]

Yes, exactly like that. I do have to wonder what they intended to accomplish with that, unless they were simply concerned about all of us getting chilled while we were asleep. It's almost kind of them.

[fourtuity]

Kind isn't the word I'd use, that's for sure. Deranged, maybe.

[ Putting her hands on her hips, she lets out a long sigh. ]

Seriously, what were they thinking? What if a creepo woke up faster than the rest and decided to stab first, ask questions later?