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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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Do tell.

Do you regret that you're believed dead in your homeland?

[blinks, a small tremor of genuine surprise flickering across his face]

Hardly. Not that I'm aware of, in any case.

... Hmm... well, it was only process of elimination, anyway.

Yes.

I had you down as someone who despises the number of times they've faced death and lived.

[....]

Huh.

Hm.

How'd you come to that?

I felt there were only two people it could be—a good actor, in either case.

Hmm. I wasn't actually acting.

Well, let's head out.

I didn't say you were.

Mm.

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