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Room 3

You find yourselves in a well acquainted parlor while the storm rages on outside. Mother's voice resounds from somewhere unseen.

"Dear Mother will be with you in a moment, my children. But until then, please do try to become well acquainted with one another."

[You'll find a small dance card tucked into the pocket of your outfit. It has on it a description of your role. Please refer to the DP journal for a post locked to your team with the contents of your card.]

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Awful weather we're having, is it not? ...Milady?

Perhaps it's reflecting the atmosphere.

And what a sour atmosphere it is.

Well, I can hardly see it being sweeter, given the circumstances.

Oh, I wasn't complaining. I'm sure our Lady Hostess' timing is in the best of intentions.

You're a bit underdressed though, are you not?

I'm untitled. It would hardly be appropriate for me to dress above my station.

[that gets a bit of a snerk]

Really. Interesting that you've found your way here then.

Peculiar? I suppose a name only gets you so far.

And what is your name?

Miss Angela Frewin Halls.

Viceroy Clinton Hooly Treesparrow. The pleasure is mine.

[all this flaffy noble talk sure seems to take No Effort]

[my tsun levels need to abate before I can do this successfully]

I'm sure it is.

Viceroy, is it?

So it is.

Well, don't I feel outclassed.

As per usual, I suppose.

It's quite a promotion. I'm sure everyone wonders how I managed it. But I'm also sure rank doesn't bother me in the slightest, young miss.

Is that so?

Something like that!

A nice sentiment.

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