<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 - upper floor<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Asylum clothing<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Asylum - Setting the captives free<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Medb, Corinne, the Party<br/><br/>Medb's suggestion appeared reasonable.  The last thing she wanted was for the orderlies to bolt or, worse still, stymie their efforts.  She was keenly aware that she was not so well armed as she would have liked to have been, but they had, if nothing else, the weight of numbers.  "Quite right," she nodded to Medb, and handed her the key, "this place is perilous enough without these masked matrons roaming free.  Might I ask you to see to it that they be put away?"<br/><br/>Then Danae addressed the orderlies, "Stand back, we mean you no harm, but we shan't tolerate any interference," she pointed to the cell marked 'A', "if you would, mesdames, make yourselves comfortable in there.  Consider your work finished tonight."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Intimidate check to coerce the orderlies into complying</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2020-07-25 22:08:53, Danae Vine-Lott (uid: 41210) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=148028)</div></div><br/><br/>Turning her attention back to cell 'C', the mirrors had an instant impact on Danae, and she paused for moment to contemplate their terrifying infinity.  Reflection upon reflection, all fading off into an unseen point in the horizon.<em>The Divine is a sphere with its circumference everywhere, and its centre nowhere</em>.  She had heard that once - not at boarding school, where such philosophical digressions were thought superfluous.  It had been an interesting thought - perhaps one of the writers and academics her wife occasionally invited for high tea to lend an air of learning to the windswept moorland that had become their home.  With the mirrors in front of her, she was confronted with the fragmentation of reality: was what she saw before her, in the flesh, real, or was it the reflection?<br/><br/>"What do you suppose lies beyond those mirrors, Madame Lorimer?  I am not a woman of science, and know nothing of how such illusions, if illusions they are, may be conjured up."<br/><br/>Danae asked, though she was unsure if she wanted to hear the answer.  She continued, "Whatever has come to pass in this bedlam is likely not witchcraft, but some perversion of the promise of this new age of reason.  I once heard that a civilization's progress is invariably<em>Promethean</em>- a highfalutin term if ever there was one, but I suppose somewhat apposite given what we have seen on this forlorn island."<br/><br/>She went straight to undo the inmate's restraints, and relieve her of her porcelain mask.  "Now we must see what lies beneath."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dexterity check to undo the inmate's restraints</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2020-07-25 22:14:06, Danae Vine-Lott (uid: 41210) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=148029)</div></div><br/><br/>It was with trepidation that she touched the smooth, terrible object - seemingly a grotesque helm to be worn by a living doll.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC removing the mask</div><div class="spoiler_body">Danae will attempt to remove the mask provided that there is no or nominal resistance on the part of the subject.  If the subject struggles violently, she will seek Corinne or Medb's views on how best to proceed</div></div>