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Shifting Sands: avante en garde
You find yourselves in a tastefully-appointed stateroom with linens and upholstery in avante gold. At one side is a closet full of Victorian-era costumes and a box of props—whatever you might need to play a role.
There's a desk, and someone has left written instructions on the blotter. Maybe you should read them!
There's a desk, and someone has left written instructions on the blotter. Maybe you should read them!

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It totally fits the narrative.
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[and it's not some emotional kneejerk impulse to go 'fuck danse']