Daphne had never missed a New Year's Eve party, at least, not in any years that really counted. To ring in the new year all by her self on a plane over God knew where had been a difficult thing for her, but she had managed. The result was, once that blindfold was finally off and she was relatively free, she was a bundle of energy. Her bedroom was lovely. Not what she would have chosen for herself, to be sure, but she could live there comfortable. The colors weren't her favorite, but there was something about the blue she found to be soothing. It reminded her of a lovely room she'd had in Paris once, and this room itself had a Parisian feel about it. Oh yes, it would do.
The pull she felt to the computer was too strong to be ignored, so she did cycle through several cameras before doing anything else. While a few people stuck out to her as potentially interesting, she quickly realized that most were doing exactly what the scientists must have suggested to them: exploring. She felt certain that there would be important and telling information to be found by watching them now - who would linger where? Who would favor unpacking to socializing? Who would just say fuck it and take a nap? Despite this knowledge gnawing at her, Daphne felt she could go no longer without a shower. She couldn't help but wish the scientists had seen fit to give them laptops instead - but then again she supposed that would be too dangerous once the experiments merged. She could not spend all of her time in front of the computer. She just couldn't. She was a social animal!
She took one of the quickest showers of her life, and found the bathroom to be just as comfortable as her bedroom. This was good. If she was going to have to rough it on a single floor for a week, locked away like a flower in the attic minus the incest, at least she would be comfortable. She did her hair and make-up, and pulled on a nude silk dress much more suited to spring than winter, but what of it? She couldn't go outside anyway, and first impressions were important. In the end, she felt her look was classic and understated. Only a single ring as far as jewelry went, and all suggesting innocence. Still wishing she could carry her computer with her as she went, she went out to explore for herself.
Daphne had decided early on not to lock her door, at least, not at first. If her companions proved to be truly vile, well then she would have to. For now, she wanted to suggest that she was open - and leave that to interpretation. If someone went in and got their grubby mits on her things, well, the scientists would just have to reimburse her when it was all over. Or she'd end them. Whichever came first.
Her room appeared to be near the end of a rather large hallway. And for a girl who had grown up in mansions to call something large, one had to know she meant it. At the far end, she spotted a pretty girl with reasonably good taste locking her door. "Hello there," she called out pleasantly, and she truly had to call out considering the size of the place. "Is your room as nice as mine?"