"All join crossed hands in the center," Timshel crows some time later, as the company gamely follow orders. "We shall knot ourselves up, and then extricate ourselves—WITHOUT unclasping hands!"
You can tell from the slumped shoulders and still faces of your company-mates that such excitement for the day's events as ever existed is now near its nadir.
You take a breath before complying. As a Lurker, how much of this ensemble-building need you participate in?