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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Tulip

[thesharpestroy]

[Shiv wakes up, and finds she really has to pee. Unfortunately, the door to the powder room is locked. Great. In annoyance, she knocks insistently waiting for the damn thing to open.

It's then Scarlet walks out, and she lets out a passive-aggressive:]

Took you long enough. What's got you fighting for your fucking life in there?

[The boy does look a little pale, so maybe he was genuinely sick. Still, he has personally inconvenienced her. How dare he.]

[caporegrimme]

I'm not fighting for my life. The wound isn't life-threatening.

[Like that's just something to admit. He'll later blame this on the lingering shock of having almost died -- because really, in any other situation he'd deflect that comment from Shiv]

cw gross? I'm sorry

[thesharpestroy]

Hold on, wounded? I thought you were just taking a bad shit in there. Fuck, you disinfected it and all that, right?

[She looks a little bit more concerned than she did before. Her standards do go up to "caring about someone getting a serious injury" at the very least.]

[caporegrimme]

[The crass offhand comment gets Scarlet taken aback, more baffled than offended]

Why would that be anyone's first choice after waking up in some strange new place? Come on...

[Some needs can wait until after you find a way out of the new and potentially dangerous situation, he's sure!]

Yes, I did all I could. First thing I'll do once I go back is get checked, but at least I won't faint and die around here. That'll have to be enough for the time being.

[He sure would love to have a painkiller, but he couldn't find any. Scarlet is doing an amazing job masking how much he's hurting right now]