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[color=B100de][i][b]Location: [/b][/i][/color]Shadowell Manor: Music Room (Couch Left)
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Ah here to see the show? Plum took a liking to Moss helpful as he was directing yet another to help Plum. Rave Returned with napkins abound, indeed a gathered crowd of of kindly folk. Another name worn upon a mask, to mask what was already masked by mask. An identity not their own, as a mirror was sure to reflect, all here were not true guests, and thus were all suspect. To Rave's question Plum shook his head and as he was about to open his mouth to reply, another bird appeared. Twas the presumed doctor sent for and fetched, and now to answer the man demand's. A flutter of fingers sent the raven to fly to the other side of the room, pointed with a finger the spot it should perch.

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"Oh thank god, it's a doctor. Can you fix me?"
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And that which was very strange. No hint of rhyme or peppering of poetry from the raven's lips. A straightforward answer, to the doctor it seemed who thought the stanzas were some sort of problem. Or did it mean the lack of it now suggests a greater disease? Never was there an established baseline for this patient, and such an impromptu examination without a full history would muddled the accuracy of the assessment. Although of course this was a masqueraded ball. So perhaps the good doctor knew his patients well by their feet, as Plum stuck it out almost daintly at the other bird-faced man as if waiting for a glass slipper.