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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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Punishment is hardly meant to be enjoyable, child. My rules never asked for you to reveal a thing.

No, but you're making us guess who's belong to who. It's the same thing.

Those of a character, darling. Life does so imitate art sometimes, doesn't it?

[. . . okay no, yelling a little]

The hell it does! Character or not, you modeled those characters after us, didn't you?

Well I suppose Mother does have her sources of inspiration, shall we say.

Bullshit.

[electric shock]

Language.

[asdjkflfds]

Son of a—

Zack!

[fft]

Calm down!

I am calm.

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