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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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[grits his teeth, eyes narrowing and jaw tightening, but doesn't say anything]

[ssspots that]

Well, let's behave a little.

. . . I won't . . . argue in favor of bowing our heads.

[each word practically dragged out of him]

Isn't this sort of undignified either way, though?

I suppose one has to consider how much weight one puts on one's dignity.

Hmm.

[studies him, and seems to think a bit, then addresses the others]

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