Name: 11<br/>Time: Day 1, Afternoon<br/>Location: Sector 3 Social Zone<br/>Tagging: 4<br/>Notes/Warning: Icebreaker!<br/><hr/><br/>A contemplative noise escaped her mouth as she considered the command. She tied the blindfold around her eyes, unsure what the purpose of the blindfold would do in a room that was already darker than a crypt. Gently she stepped forward the two steps she’d been ordered to and reached out to feel the hands of her partner. She tried to force down her trepidation and other senses and only use her touch. A sense that as the speaker had said was something that everyone had, though perhaps in some capacity hers was muted.<br/><br/>One hand slightly above the other to caress, stroke and examine the hand from above and below. This would just be another assignment. She tilted her head as she considered the implications of this event. What was the limit of the touch? Would they stop at mere hands? Questions tumbled through her mind. Was sniffing or tasting the objects out of the question? She wanted to do more than touch it. She wanted to use her eyes and to smell it. And if she could hear them reacting to her. The rustling of clothes, or perhaps the blindfold, was throwing her off and she couldn’t tell who was around her. Biting her lip she continued to work at the fingers on the hand, tracing the lines. She knew a lot of people who put stock in the lines of the hands. Her texts hadn’t shown that they were dreadfully useful but that they were unique per person. So with her other hand she ran along the edge of palm, tracing lines, committing them to memory