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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? ]

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You must have thought wrong! I'm just relaying the words of the ringmaster; I'm not running the show.

When do we get to meet the big boss, then? I might want to renegotiate the terms of my contract.

Lord Metatron has very good terms, though! Your grand prize is a miracle.

But only one! And what about what we've gotta do to qualify?

When our angels call you they'll have different tasks for you to take part in. Perform to the expectations of your heavenly audience, and you'll be rewarded!

And if we don't?

Then you won't be.

But are we un-rewarded, is what I'm asking. Punishments! Are we forced to weed the gardens or tunnel to the other domes?

Have no worries, nothing like that is in the cards.

How are we supposed to get to them, then?

Different angels shall take to the stage, with different tasks prepared. What pleases one may not please another, so I really can't say.

What about you, then? What pleases you?

Enthusiasm!

Well, that sounds easy enough. I'll have you know I was voted most likely to be enthused in high school.

Then you'll be doing well when it's my turn to take the spotlight!

You mean you don't have it now? That was some entrance if you're just upstaging someone.

This is the introduction. The first act has yet to start.

Oh? So, when's that? Is there enough time to grab peanuts and Cracker Jack?

I need to address Lord Metatron backstage, but it shouldn't be long after that!

What about? That sort of thing is always mentioned in the program, you know.

Scheduling! Nothing terribly interesting, just technical talk.

Sure, fair enough.

So, what else are we supposed to know? What're we supposed to be doing all day other than looking at empty buildings and I guess waiting for Lord Megatron to get ready?

Would you like a map?

...Sure. Who doesn't love maps?