<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c4/a2/eb/c4a2eb3622a5fd5f4149b8e094a22fa3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Danae Vine-Lott (https://ddb.ac/characters/13428552/TAFm5K)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Asylum - Second Floor<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Asylum clothing<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Danae takes the alchemist's fire, which she will sling around her waist, and the folding boat</div></div><br/>The pocket-boat could be of some use, though infused with sorcery as the thing doubtless was, it was not in Danae's domain to discern it true functionality.  That was to be something for any of the survivors of the<em>Charlotte</em>with training in such matters to grapple.  Assuming, of course, they had kept their sanity.  She'd heard the name<em>Emalia</em>before and so took the book with her.  Dr Rehner's taste in clothing was, predictably, not of Danae's preference and, no doubt, would have fit poorly too.  The profusion of religious imagery was curious, though.  The bedlam was at least on its face a place of science and, at least Danae had been led to believe, the world of science was one of reason that cast doubt on the old superstitions of old.  It was a system of rationalise the way humanity understood the world, reducible to a core of empirical knowledge.  And yet what did the acolytes of reason know?  Not enough, even, to heal the human mind.  There was infinitely more dark in the world than there was light.  With her own eyes Danae had seen it, sensed the pervasive miasma of evil proliferate in her own home.<br/><br/>It occurred to her in that moment that her memory itself seemed to have been resected.  She could remember the wreck of the<em>Charlotte</em>, her flogging by the swarthy captain of the<em>Mercy</em>, but other names and faces were more slippery.  How many survivors had there been? She could not remember.  Perhaps there were fewer now than there had been then.  Phantoms?  Who were the faceless voices in her mind, all jumbled up?  She could remember home clearly: the cold wind on the moors, the herds of sheep bleating in the mist, pursued by some martinet collie.  The scent of her wife's rosewater face cream, and the dewy, grassy aroma of Polly's hair after she returned from the orchard<em>no, from the Sabbath, you know well where she went, and with what she communed</em>.<br/><br/>Danae screwed her eyes shut, willing herself to overcome her exhaustion.  This was no worse than sleepless nights on campaign.  She went to the door, and pressed herself flat against it, waiting for her moment to lunge to Dr Noire's quarters.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Athletics check</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2021-05-23 18:16:56, MdG (uid: 41210) rolls: 2d20k1m4 Result: 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=153482)</div></div><br/>Book and ensorcelled jigsaw puzzle underarm, she dashed out into the madding crowd of deranged inmates, and with the butt of her musket kept them at bay as best she could down the twilit corridors.<br/><br/>"Stand back!" She called out, "Lest the bottled fire fall, and this place go ablaze!"  Burning down the bedlam was exactly what she would do once she was safely out.  There was no other fate fit for a place such as this.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Investigation check</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2021-05-23 18:26:25, MdG (uid: 41210) rolls: 1d20m1 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=153483)</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Action plan</div><div class="spoiler_body">Danae will search Dr Noire's room in the same way she searched Dr Rehner's to find any documents, clothing, or weapons she can find.  She will also look for any alcohol or narcotics.</div></div>