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Mesdames et Messieurs, Voilà, C'est Vous
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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Yeah, kinda. I… was wondering… how much of me remains. What I am and what I can do. And I was hoping someone else would be in the same position - oh, sorry that sounds… bad - but it makes me feel better. Even though it sounds terrible.
[ sorry he’s a little selfish like that :( ]
At least I’m not alone… [ in feeling horrible, oops. ]
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He laughs gently. )
Me, too. I'm happy to be together in this with you.
( dw... his dislike is listed as "being alone"... No matter how selfish a sentiment may or may not be, Hwylryn is hardly inclined to reject anything that connects him to another person. He's too lonely not to. )
I can't say I don't have questions, myself. But I think I'm okay with letting myself find out. And I think I'm okay right now saying that I'm Hwylryn, and I'm talking to Yoru, and I've found that I'm a little less alone through talking to him than I was before, and I'm happy our hearts align, even if only a little bit. Maybe that makes me simple, though.
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[ simple. he likes that, too. ]
Hwylryn and Yoru. [ he’ll ask. he’ll ask. ] Then… we’ll talk more later?
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Hwylryn and Yoru.
( He repeats, in affirmation. Not alone...! )
Mmhm, find me any time you'd like. You can find me in the pool or in the Primrose suite... and these little crystal things seem interesting, too. I'll look forward to it.
( He smiles bright. )
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yoru appreciates… kindness. yes. ]
I will. And… me too. See you around.
[ he waves shyly and wanders off.
even though they seem to be stuck here for now, he finds that he looks forward to another talk. a rare feeling for him… ]