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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kitchen

[smdr]

[ hm.

jinx's eyes snap to junior's hands with his movement of concealing what he's planned to take, her head tilting juuust the slightest. she observes junior for a second, two seconds, mind humming, buzzing... until she figuratively brushes it off, walking closer and eyeing where he stands, what he'd picked up, her hands on her waist.

considering. again.

... and then she plants her butt on the nearest counter space, picking up one of her braids and swinging it back and forth, back and forth, her eyes wandering throughout the kitchen. ]

Got so much crap here, it's not like I'd notice if anything pulled a big old disappearing act. Especially not a little knife picked up by a kid that's about as subtle as a stumbling drunk.

[ yes, said like he's not even there. she does not see. ]

[littlegentleman]

[The closer she gets, the more tense his body language gets. He doesn't look, exactly, like he's going to lash out...but that he's ready to act quickly in case he's threatened. But then she sits, instead, and his shoulders relax a little. His eyes lower, like he's just been given a poor review from a superior.]

...I'm not feeling like myself.

[Normally, he was much stealthier. But nothing about this situation was normal, and he couldn't make enough sense of things to behave at the best of his abilities without his abilities.]

[smdr]

[ well, that makes two of them. she looks at him a moment more, letting go of her braid to lean back on her hands, feet kicking slightly.

forwards, backwards. ]

Needa be yourself to stab a guy? That's when I do my best [ she chuckles lightly, something taut within it. best, she says. worst, she means. ] work.

[ ha... ha. funny. that was so....... funny. ]

[littlegentleman]

Not really.

[He stares at her, not seeming to comprehend her laughter. Or that she'd told any kind of joke at all. Lately, he'd found it just a little harder to work under pressure--or maybe it was that the pressures had changed.]

But it helps to have a clear mind when assessing unexpected situations.