[ oh, this is sooooooo mirror dungeon coded it's exciting. don's dressed tip to toe... in something like gebura... they're supposed to be matching but guess who got the better end of the deal.

it's her.

there's nothing saying it's cinq association on it, of course, but the idea is there: musketeer, down to the feathered hat and rapier... which is fake, of course. props only here. she worked so hard on this outfit. con crunched it.

nonetheless, whether she is with a partner to whom she is absolutely clutching the hand of this is hers now: ]

Oho, I rather like this! It is appropriately "spooky", I believe, and would give a lesser woman the fright of her life! I, of course, have not a single tremble in my body.

[ or peeking about on her own: ]

What a strange room... I wonder if it is intended to be rest spot?

[ the moment she's spooked by any scare actor or animatronics or sees a fucking face where it should not be, her rapier is whipping out with a muffled yell. sorry. it's plastic but it hurts. it won't kill you though. ]

[ this one.

this one feels different.

it sets her on a kind of edge the way the mall had, though don remains her cheerful self in appearance as she eases her way through the maze-like area, eyes sharp for danger to anyone or herself. it'll be a surprise if it's ever someone she knows attacking her, but don quixote doesn't hesitate, right? she wouldn't hesitate, right? those flowers don't know her. she wouldn't hesitate.

join her, fight her, she's getting through this alive. ]

[ honestly

this is not the first time she's been up here. she's actually rather liked the experience as a whole -- even the second floor, once she got into the swing of things, became her favorite bit of it; there is nothing quite like being able to be the very protector of justice that you seek to be, after all!

maybe it's bad. no, it's definitely bad. but she can't begin to care; don is able to consider this experience her reward for the wringer of an experience she's had so far, and makes the most of herself standing on some chairs with a beer in hand. does she like beer? no. but she has come to understand that if you're at a party, you should partake, and she has partaken baby!!! ]

Cheers! Cheers! To all whom've survived, to our lost and lingering! To those who... who have yet to arrive, or who have met their demise! There is no grander celebration than life itself, and thus we shall celebrate!

[ yeah, you can hear her over the music. just try and get her down. she'll come down when she wants. ]

[ you know the drill. nothing here sparking joy? toss me something! or i'll write a starter, just hit me up through her journal, on plurk at sundrymunity, so on and so forth!!! ]