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, I’ve never…

[ …done any of that. ]

There’s a lot of people at the amusement park, isn’t there?

[fourtuity]

Yeah, unless it's that unpopular. [ Hmm. ] Not your sort of thing, I'm guessing?

[diel]

It’s scary with too many people.

[ he plays around with his fingers nervously. ]

[fourtuity]

Yeah, it can get pretty loud when there's a crowd. Maybe the library's better for you. Or this chapel if I wasn't here.

[ The tone isn't judging, but she's looking off the distance, thinking about someone. ]

[diel]

Ah - no, no you were here first.

[fourtuity]

It's not like I have dibs on this place.

[ And now that she's thinking about stuff, he'd tell her she was out of line. ]

...Yeah, I was pretty loud earlier, huh? My bad. Didn't mean to mess with your search.

[diel]

I don’t think you have to apologize for anything.

[ and… tbh… ]

It… wasn’t bad talking like this either.

[ he generally tries to avoid talking to too many people. he’s already met his quota multiple times over in this place. but. yeah. it hasn’t been too bad. he feels ok about it. ]

[fourtuity]

Well, if you say so? Good thing I didn't scare you off talking forever then. That would've been awkward. [ He definitely would've scolded her if that happened, that's for sure. ]

Thanks for being calm....um... [ A pause and a realization. ] Right, I'm Clover.

[ Better late than never? ]

[diel]

Oh.

[ he sounds surprised. she thinks he’s calm?? whoa, that’s a new one. ]

I’m Yoru.

[ he’s probably taken enough of her time though. better leave before she realizes what a nervous wreck he is. ]

I think it’ll be as equally awkward next time because I’m me. Sorry. But - that’s okay, maybe? See you next time?

[fourtuity]

Nice to meet you. [ She waves at him, ready to start making her way out. ]

Being normal's overrated anyway. If we see each other again, then yeah, I won't be a stranger. See ya.

[ Not sure if that's pessimistic or optimistic, but sometimes she's gotta take things as they go. ]