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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[snakeblood]

[ .... Just don't get close to him, other child. ]

Hmm. [ Scrolling through his memory about the plaques. ] You might be one of the more normal ones. Unless you want to declare something?

[smdr]

[ coward

though that actually does get something resembling surprise showing on her face. furrowed brow, slight squint, the works. she shrugs. ]

Now there's the first time I've heard that one.

[ jinx is gonna pick that chair up, sink her butt into it, arms propped up over the back. ]

Not really up to a confessional, though. What would make the little reader on your weirdness radar crank up? You gonna forgive me if I tell you?

[snakeblood]

Well, living more than the normal human length of time is certainly weird, isn't it? Not used to things like that being corporeal. [ Humans weirdness is just normal. ]

[smdr]

Eh. I've known-not-known-would-rather-not-know one maybe antique. I'm not super keeping track of the fossil record.

[ she can hardly remember a lot of the profiles in there, actually. for so many reasons.

there might've been some high numbers in there, yeah...... if she's really, really thinking about it. ]

Nooo comment on that second part.

[ is he going to start talking about ghosts? ]

[snakeblood]

Come again? What fossil? [ All that definitely went over his anti-social head.

He's been asked about ghosts a lot already, so thank you. It's not even his thing. ]