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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[siffriend]

[ What........................

(You thought it was a pretty good one, though.) ]

I guess my backup career's toast, then.

[diel]

[ he makes a face. ]

That doesn’t even make sense! Toast is good!

[siffriend]

[ This, too, is fun. Kind of like making Bonnie mad. ]

I guess I'm not on much of a roll... I really thought I had that one in the baguette.

[diel]

[ the most pained expression he can manage. maybe if mister yomi were the one saying this, he’d approve. (he always approves of mister yomi.) but as it is… bleeeh. ]

Are you gonna be like this with everything?

[siffriend]

Yes. It's one of my charm points.

[ Allegedly. ]

[diel]

[ scared to ask but, ]

What are the other points?

[siffriend]

My upbeat attitude and sense of style.

[ (You don't have anything but your wordplay, actually. But it's like being in a new town. Just make something up and it'll come true.) ]

[diel]

[ he considers this for a moment. and then nods. ]

Sure, I'll give you those.

[siffriend]

[ (Whoa!!!!!!!!! He believed you. It's really like being back in a new town.) ]

I think flower clips would suit you.

[ As part of their... sense of style... advice. ]

[diel]

Oh...

[ he touches the side of his fringe covering his eye. ]

Because of this? Ah, it's - I have a scar here, so that's why...