dramatispersonae

Room 4

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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[nods]

It's a very elaborate place, isn't it . . .

[fighting back the ohgod discomfort. puts out her hand]

You can stand.

I'll be interested to see what such an exclusive party entails.

[giving you a look-over, although not dropping the smile]

I suppose we'll just have to wait and see, then.

It could... be worst.

Well, I'd expect no less of our hostess and her famed hospitality. I'm sure she wouldn't want to skimp when it comes to entertaining her guests.

[leaning against a table, legs crossed]

We'll have to see, won't we?

That's usually true. Still, I'm sorry it isn't better.

Why's that?

I don't... care for groups.

You shouldn't neglect him, my lady. Men are prone to wander, especially if their wives find paperwork more interesting than them.

My cousin went to one of her parties a short time ago. We haven't heard from him since.

That's kind of you, my lady. [Rises, though he inclines his head slightly]

Yes, that seems to be the limits of it. Why don't you have a seat with me while we wait?

If I may, breathing deeply and rolling your shoulders back never hurts.

[glancing at those heels, because you look like you're going to fall over in them]