<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>~ Marisol; getting ready to go to the Lounge ~</em><br/><br/>She had been focusing on what Marucs had said because once again...her teasing comment had gone unanswered. A feeling of dread has formed in the pit of her stomach as she realized that every one of them had chemistry with one another but...her. Well, that wasn't exactly true; the chemistry between Marcus and Mari had been obvious. Or at least to her. Try as she might, Marisol couldn't shake the feeling that the attraction she felt towards Vince and Bo was entirely one sided and it sent a tremor of uneasiness down her body. She had never asked Miss Taylor what would happen if one of the members of the group was not...fit for the mold of the experiment. Would they simply pull them aside and tell them to leave?<br/><br/>When Nicci had returned from the bathroom and made the comment about the Lounge, Mari had slowly pushed her dessert away from her. "The lounge sounds great," she commented lightly, forcing her tone to remain at ease. There was no sense in alarming the rest of the group by her mood. She had always been the one who kept things under control with her family and in her previous jobs...and she would continue to do so. For the next six months she had a duty to these people. And even if they didn't feel the same way as she did, she would treat them just like family.<br/><br/>Pushing her chair back, Marisol slowly began to rise, the need to get out of the dining room intensifying. But her movements remain slow and graceful, not at all rushed. The Dining Room had shown her a lot of things; about herself mostly. And...she didn't really like what she had learned. But that would be for later musing.</span>