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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Solarium

[whileaway]

Are the plants not what you came here to see, then?

[Hello Scarlet, Break is lounging in one the chairs to the side, a spoon dangling loosely from the hand he gestures with, as his other clutches an unopened fruit jam jar.]

[caporegrimme]

Do I look like the kind of person who would stare at the plants at a time like this...?

[Somehow, Scarlet makes that sound like he's actually puzzled about this. He'd like to think he looks like an efficient person, not someone who would dilly-dally with botany!]

But no. I was trying to see this manor's surroundings.

[whileaway]

I can't truly say what kind of person you look like, but plants were a good enough guess considering how many are around here.

[Compared to anything else, anyway.]

Would it not be easier to see the surroundings by walking the perimeter outside? Windows would only get you so far, after all.

[caporegrimme]

I wanted to take a good look outside before stepping out, and find out what awaits. Perhaps see if there's any danger, figure out a plan...

[He can't be blamed for being so cautious when you wake up in a place like this, right?]

[whileaway]

You have considered the threat that comes from those inside the residence, haven’t you? It’s not only what you find outside.

[Strangers of unknown origins and unknown bearings are hardly what Break would consider safe to keep close, after all]

[caporegrimme]

I did! But so far, no reason to think any of you is going to snap anytime soon, right? The surroundings are comfortable and there's no immediate demands of bloodshed. I think there's still some time before one has to worry about the dangers here inside this manor.

[Not that it stops Scarlet from looking at everyone with suspicion, pondering if someone knows more than they let show]