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: Suspicion

[identityformations]

Delightful, my lady.

Re: Suspicion

[machiavellianiue]

[mouth twisting into something that might resemble a smile]

Terrible ones, for example. I do believe the Lord Merrill Stanbury Keily wishes to return home to reunite with his loved ones. How unconscionable.

Re: Suspicion

[identityformations]

He would consider abandoning his duties here for such a base emotional desire? Shocking.

Re: Suspicion

[machiavellianiue]

I can't even imagine.

Re: Suspicion

[identityformations]

Ah, could you point him out? I seem to have missed the introductions.

Re: Suspicion

[machiavellianiue]

[gesturing to Lightning, who isn't here anymore, but shhh]

Apologies for my lack of manners. I'm Angela Frewin Halls.

Re: Suspicion

[identityformations]

Ah, it troubles me little, to be honest. Sir Hyman McCoy Savage, at your service.

[sketching a bow]

Re: Suspicion

[machiavellianiue]

[nods his head slightly]

My most sincere apologies.

Re: Suspicion

[identityformations]

Not a problem. A man will forgive much in a lady, after all.

Re: Suspicion

[machiavellianiue]

How kind.