<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 - through the doorway<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Asylum clothing<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Stepping inside<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Corinne, open<br/><br/>Danae pondered Corinne's analysis, "How does one assess what is broken?"  She thought of her own sessions with an alienist.  Having to recount her thoughts, her memories, her dreams, her desires. It had felt, at best, invasive.  At worst it was counterproductive.  It made her question the purpose of all the pointless nattering.  She was not made.  Witchcraft was very real and like a canker it would fester and spread if ignored.  "How does she choose her subjects?  What have the inmates of this place done to merit her attention? And what could she possibly seek with the passengers of the [i}Charlotte[/i]?"  Questions needed answers, and she knew only of one way to obtain them.<br/><br/>She clasped the brass doorhandle, and turned it, easing the door open.  One tentative push, and she stepped inside.<br/><br/>"I am going in."