[Aw, Zules, she could never hold a grudge against you~! Only she would affected by thoughts of unpleasant uncertainty while staring into the dark.]
A conga line? Of course, I could do-!
[She cuts off suddenly as her vision blurs, once again replaced with sights that are definitely NOT her little apartment. Instead there are dim torches illuminating buildings and cobblestone streets. She can tell that she's in motion, vision going up and down. Only catching glimpses of her surroundings, but she can feel the wind on her face. As she turns, Danielle can see a large group of people nearby in some old fashioned garb. Also moving, twisting sporadically in the same kind of odd dance.]
[She catches sight of someone collapsed at the edge of the crowd before returning to the present with a loud gasp. She laughs nervously, that challenge suddenly feeling like a bad idea.]
Ehe... Erm, well, the safety guide help would be far more likely, let's be honest here.
Guess who remembered the 1518 dancing plague
A conga line? Of course, I could do-!
[She cuts off suddenly as her vision blurs, once again replaced with sights that are definitely NOT her little apartment. Instead there are dim torches illuminating buildings and cobblestone streets. She can tell that she's in motion, vision going up and down. Only catching glimpses of her surroundings, but she can feel the wind on her face. As she turns, Danielle can see a large group of people nearby in some old fashioned garb. Also moving, twisting sporadically in the same kind of odd dance.]
[She catches sight of someone collapsed at the edge of the crowd before returning to the present with a loud gasp. She laughs nervously, that challenge suddenly feeling like a bad idea.]
Ehe... Erm, well, the safety guide help would be far more likely, let's be honest here.