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

[machiavellianiue]

Do you think so?

Re: Secrets

[genderbinary]

As vague as they are? Yes, I do.

Re: Secrets

[machiavellianiue]

I suppose the groups we've been sorted into aren't accidental, either.

Re: Secrets

[genderbinary]

To make things more difficult, I suspect.

Re: Secrets

[machiavellianiue]

And more interesting, if you're into that sort of thing.

Re: Secrets

[genderbinary]

It certainly doesn't help that we're expected to maintain these roles, either.