؟ ([personal profile] dramatispersonae) wrote2012-05-12 03:11 pm

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.]
arbiterary: (a pound of flesh)

Re: Secrets

[personal profile] arbiterary 2012-05-13 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
[pulling out his tonfa]
fairlyheroic: (It's not my fault I fell in love.)

Re: Secrets

[personal profile] fairlyheroic 2012-05-13 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
. . . you want me to fight in this?

[tugs at dress]
arbiterary: (predation)

Re: Secrets

[personal profile] arbiterary 2012-05-13 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
We're close quarters regardless.