<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 - first floor - guest room<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Asylum clothing<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Aloisa, Dr Blanche<br/><br/>In an instant, that subtle melody stirred in Danae a primal fear.  Among the more puritanical clergy of Mordent, the very art of music was regarded with suspicion, being worldly, and flippant, and inclined to attract the attention of dark powers.  If Dr Blanche played with great skill, Danae had no way of knowing - her passions were not of the cultivated kind, and though she could recognise a good tune when she heard it, she was wont to think of as such things as trivial diversions.  And yet the tormented strings of their hostess's violin seized her attention like a warm caress boring into her mind - she could not clear her thoughts from it, nor contemplate the terrifying reality of the hold such a tune might have had on her erstwhile fellow passengers.<br/><br/>"The<em>Charlotte</em>was certainly not a ship of pilgrims," Danae said, glad at least that she had not lost any more members of her flock, "it is after the fashion of certain ladies to sublimate all in an air of respectability, far from prying eyes.  Some do it necessity, and others for convenience.  In truth, Doctor, but a year ago I would not have contemplated a seaborne voyage.  This cruise was imposed on me as a species of remedy.  A cure, if you will, perhaps a good deal  more pleasant than the cure you and your learned sisters administer to the inmates of this bedlam.  It did not, I daresay, remedy my condition like the alienist had suggested.  If a malady does indeed afflict my mind, I suppose that is my ordeal to bear."  The cruise had been the illusion of a cure, like the mad blasphemy they had found in the Asylum.  She'd wanted poteen by the bottle and country lasses with fat tits and wide hips, not this powdered charade of preening and hypocrisy.  "So now I am tired, Dr Blanche.  Tired of bad remedies, and those who would peddle them to me.  I shall go to the cells, fetch Mademoiselle Eloise, and we shall take our leave.  Speak plainly if you would aid us."<br/><br/>To Aloisa she said, "I for one, have had sufficient riddles for one evening.  We must leave now."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Danae's action plan</div><div class="spoiler_body">Danae will seek to gather Zoe, Margaret, and Michelle move downstairs together towards the cells, and attempt to free anyone trapped down there, not limited to the crew of the <em>Charlotte</em></div></div>