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[opening_act]

Who: Anyone
When: Day 1, Afternoon
Where: The Arena
What: With any luck, answers.

[ You've met each other, and at least some of the confused amnesiacs have ventured out into the closest thing the sealed city has to open air, outside the dormitory building they woke in. The arena loomed large, the biggest landmark the city had to offer, and at some elected to explore the large building.

For those that didn't, the grand flash of light that fills the streets, coming from the direction of the Arena may call attention to it.

For those already there, the blinding light that suddenly blazed into existence is impossible to miss, pure and bright. If they closed their eyes reflexively, they may not notice, but the observant might notice that the flash left no afterimage on their closed eyelids. For those with their eyes left open, they will find the light doesn't hurt, or diminish their vision when they look away, though they still have difficulty seeing into that burning core.

Not long after, the light starts to dim. At the core of it, a mass of brilliant wings, too numerous to count keeps itself aloft in a constant whirr of motion and feathers. Or— maybe that's wrong, in certain moments there are no pure white feathers but stripped musculature, raw and writhing, with far too many eyes hidden amongst the folds.

Will you approach? ]

Comments

[opening_act]

Nor will you, for now. The stagehands will stay in the shadows, and the performers will take to the spotlight when it is their time.

[foreveralawn]

[somehow, she doesn't feel like her question was really answered...]

O...Okay...um, w-when is that g-going to be?

[opening_act]

You will know when it comes.

[foreveralawn]

Then, uh...w-what kind of signs should I b-be on the look out for?

[opening_act]

Trumpets will herald the time for you to come marching in to play your part.

[foreveralawn]

And...t-that signals when the spotlight, uh, t-turns on? For a show?? That...we're in???

[opening_act]

It signals the start of a game, the first test of your mettle!

[foreveralawn]

And...the game...is the show??

[opening_act]

Yes, with harrowing death-defying acts awaiting you, and wondrous rewards!

[foreveralawn]

[extended metaphor: conquered! still, she can't bask in her success for long...]

D...Death-defying in what way...

[opening_act]

Oh, I can't spoil all the show's surprises before it's even begun! But I do have some sneak-peak information I know you're going to want.

[foreveralawn]

W...What is it?

[opening_act]

Do you wonder about that tattoo on your hand? Or the colors you wear?

[foreveralawn]

[clutching her tattooed hand with her other one]

Um...y-yes?

[opening_act]

Yours, and those of every other person in the same colors marks you as one of Ophanim. Each time you are called to perform, if you or your teammates do the best, you'll be rewarded together.

[foreveralawn]

So, uh, d-does that mean the other c-colors are f-for...different t-teams?

[opening_act]

Ding ding ding! Correct!

[foreveralawn]

So that means...we're g-going to be competing...?

[opening_act]

Also right!

[foreveralawn]

And...you m-mentioned rewards...?

[opening_act]

Yes. Each time you outperform your rivals, there will be prizes to win.

[foreveralawn]

What...k-kind of prizes?

[opening_act]

Ultimately, your miracle.

[ she taps her forehead ]

But. . . as it sounds you all have these missing, I am sure Lord Metatron can be convinced you all deserve some smaller reward.

[foreveralawn]

W...What k-kind of smaller reward?

[opening_act]

Memories! There would be a worthy prize.