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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mars room

[smdr]

[ there's a tiny lift of jinx's shoulder, a half shrug, in response to tia's reasonable (almost boring) take. ]

Eh. Not like they wouldn't be scraps of junk without the fanshy schmancy "look at me" outside.

[ not that scraps aren't useful. not her taste, anyway, functionality aside. she's reaching fruitlessly towards one of the displays, her hand running alongside the wall after the attempt. ]

Antiques. Things are older than a senile old prune bumbling on the street, making a big show of the past.

[frostlight]

[Despite herself, she's not used to such candor these days. How old is that supposed to be, anyway?]

Are you different?

["Making a big show of the past." Mortals seem to like that, though there are plenty who couldn't care less.]

[smdr]

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ą̛̹̩͎̮̻͙̊͒̉͊̽ͣ̚͡͠_̠̺̙̲̱͇̣̎ͥͤͯ̏͟ͅ b̸̶͔̻̹̺͈͖̞͇̮͇̹͋̓̂ͧ̉ͭ̈́ͣ̈̆ͣͪ̐ͫ͜_̢̠͎̩̀̾͊iͪ͆͘_̷̸̡̡̠̳̮̗͚̮̞͙ͩ̏͆̎̊̑ͯͤ̏̒ͫ̈́ͭ̾ͯ̓̓͗̕͘g̊ͨ ş̴̦̤̼̋́͊̀̎h̵̷̵̴̶̛͈̦̗͙͎͍̜͇̮̖͈̦̲̒ͧ̅̐̏ͤͭ̇͒̔̇ͤ̊ͩͯͦ͒͂̊͘͢͝o̸̢̡̩̳̫̩͔͉̝͉̻͓̓̀̽̌̽̅̇̑͂ͧ̊͒ͪ͂̓͗ͣ̿ͬ̈̂̈́ͫ͘͟͢͡͞ẅ͚̗̜́̓̀̈̏͠

the question gets a clear pause, jinx's hand tense enough to twitch. she chuckles lightly, mimicking the action of walking up and over the carvings on the wall with two fingers.

until she draws it all into a fist, knocking rhythmically against the wall. tap. tap. tap. tap. ]

It's more like that.

[frostlight]

[This is way too abstract for Tia, who frowns in bewilderment.]

Huh? . . . What, like you've stopped?

[smdr]

[ she's tapping faster. ]

Keep up, keep up. You asked.

[ so sorry, tia. so sorry. ]

It's— background noise. If it were up to me I'd throw out the baby, water, and the whole damn bathroom, but it's not. Big show for them, foot [ tap ] steps [ tap ] and the shadow at my feet for me. That answer your question?

[ definitely, absolutely, yep. ]

[frostlight]

[Tia tilts her head slightly, watching Jinx. Half of that's lost on her.]

Sure. They make a show out of it, and the noise follows you when you'd prefer it to be quiet. Am I wrong?

[smdr]

[ half is good enough. she's not going to get into it any more than that anyway — her head hurts.

jinx moves to some of the displays that are more in reach, aiming to take some of these dusty props off the wall— ]

Nope. That's the gist.

[ —this may involve some tiptoeing. it's fine, ]

Option A, Option B. Are you different?

[frostlight]

I am.

[It's a simple answer for her with a simple justification.]

The past is the past. I'm more concerned about what there's to be done now.