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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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[blinks, glancing over at him]

*CONTINUES TO SCRIBBLE*

Turnips, celery . . . chamomile?

. . .

*DANCE CARD is now known as GROCERY LIST*

[dance card is now know as scalding hot]

*FUCK

DROPS IT with a hiss*

[there's a 'tsking' sound echoing from the shadows of the room]

Now now, my dear, you wouldn't want to lose that, would you?

I'm not sure I wouldn't!

Pick it up, child. Correct your mistakes.

Did you time this test deliberately, Lady Mother?

Mother's always keeping a close watch on her dear children.

Sometimes children flourish better with some room to breathe.

Well now, do you think a little airing of our grievances would improve matters much?

It would defeat the point of your game as thoroughly as my grocery-list.

Never let it be said that Mother did not give her children what she wanted, dearest.

[watching]

... [squeezes his shoulder]

You okay?

*NO I'M STILL BITCHING AT THIS PERSONA*

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