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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[allrounder]

[ IT SURE IS LOVE,,, ]

G'raha.

[ Please, no "sir"... He's had his fill of people calling him by titles. ]

Ideally, this story would be a mystery that unfolds into an adventure. [ But he's realistic even underneath his layers of optimism. ] But as you say... we have been brought here for a reason we do not understand and there are no obvious connections between any of us. There has even been information gathered on us.

If we are not careful, it could certainly become a horror novel.

[distain]

[No "sir," then, just a name that sounds strange to her.]

Grace. My name is Andrew Grace.

[This time, at least, she politely supplies her name without having been asked.]

I'll let you keep the adventure. But let us do our best to avoid a horrific outcome to this tale.

[If they can agree on that, then maybe they can move forward, and we can rejoin them another time.]

[allrounder]

I take it you’ll assist me in avoiding such an outcome?

[ That’s what he’s going to assume and expect of her, at the very least. She has a bit of an attitude on her, but G’raha sees that as fire rather than impolite. ]

[distain]

Of course. I'll exercise the utmost caution. The sooner we're free of this place, the better.

[At this point, it's still a mystery... so if he will take her side in solving it, that's a useful agreement. Be he Miquote or devil, she'll take that oath until they have more answers.]