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: Secrets

[soundandfury]

[sigh]

I'm not cut out for this.

Re: Secrets

[machiavellianiue]

No?

Re: Secrets

[soundandfury]

Chatting it up. Personal details.

[looks down, considering her card, and makes a very visible effort to at least try]

I have more important things to do. Stuff like this... wont help my family.

Re: Secrets

[machiavellianiue]

It doesn't really matter how much you rail against it.

Re: Secrets

[soundandfury]

No reason to just lay down and die, though. I have to keep trying.

Re: Secrets

[machiavellianiue]

For what?

Re: Secrets

[soundandfury]

...Like I said. My family. Something--

I can't remember it, but I made them a promise. I know that much. And I'll stay alive, I'll keep fighting, until I see it through.

Re: Secrets

[machiavellianiue]

. . . mm.

I think with that conviction, you'll be able to. Family is important.