[b]Marceline Chen[/b]

And so Marci had dropped the pebble into the water, and on cue the others came to life in response to her question.

Now there were five people in this waiting room, including her. Two females, two males, and a Marceline Chen. The two girls looked roughly around her age, if maybe a bit younger. One was noticeably more introverted than the other, since the fairer of the two was the first to answer out of the group. They were both pretty, Marceline noted, and of different ethnicity than her. [i]Interesting... At least remembering names will be easier. Hopefully,[/i] she thought as her gaze traveled over to the others, the males, both of whom seemed to be slightly older than her. One blonde and one dark brunette, with an exceptional beard. They were both fairly cute as well. What an attractive group of people their puppeteers have gathered together!

But hell, she was more than a little tipsy at the moment so all of these observations could really just be shit.

Marci snickered at the comment on the party popper, flashing back to Dana and her fit about all the confetti she'd left on the floor as a joke. Beardy's mention about not signing up for anything caught her attention, as she hadn't even thought to try and figure out if she'd done anything like that. But, judging by the fact that none of the others seemed to have gotten here through a lottery, she assumed neither did she. 

Licking her full lips, tasting the skin colored lipstick on them before gulping down some more water, Marceline listened to the second female ramble on, introducing herself and commenting on 'how delightful' it's going to be to be stuck together for two weeks. Well, at least none of them seemed like obvious psychopaths, and they all seemed to be relatively on the same page when it came to confusion about this whole thing, so it couldn't be that bad, could it?

Adjusting the many rings on her fingers, she shifted her weight on the wall and downed the rest of the H20 before speaking again. "Marci," she simply stated, giving a slight playful curtsey and jokingly pulling out an invisible skirt with one hand, having worn a pair of black fitted jeans for the occasion.

Marceline returned to the table to refill her cup, adding as an afterthought almost to herself, "Water is so good..."