Room 3

[dramatispersonae]

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.]

Comments

Re: Mingle

[antreegonist]

Me either.

*sighs*

Can I just hit on you badly for the rest of this or is that weird?

Re: Mingle

[machiavellianiue]

[looks vaguely annoyed at first, then just. laughs, expression relaxing a little]

By all means, though I will find it necessary to rebuke your advances.

Re: Mingle

[antreegonist]

Of course; as you please, miss Halls.

Re: Mingle

[machiavellianiue]

What do you expect we'll be asked to do—? I can't imagine this would be all of it.

Re: Mingle

[antreegonist]

Await instruction, dance attendance . . . we've always had a little more direction than this previous, right?

Re: Mingle

[machiavellianiue]

Which may mean that our potential actions with little guidance may affect what comes later. Though, that's just a theory.

Re: Mingle

[antreegonist]

*oh look we got instructions

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