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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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[No, but I'll hang out behind others who are approaching so I can see what happens to them]

[ even at a distance you can see that not much longer after the light fades entirely, the mass of flapping, moving life has stilled. In fact. . . it's much smaller, and taken a different form entirely. a woman now stands there, in the center of the arena ]

[not approaching, but still addressing the mass of wings (though it might be hard to hear her...)

H...Hello?

[HELL YEAH I'm approaching. With a pan in my metal fist, even.]

...the hell's all this about?

[ despite the distance, and the lack of volume, the mass responds anyway— or is it coincidence? The form dissolves away and reveals a woman, who takes a grandiose bow in the direction of the green haired girl ]

Welcome, welcome.

[ being bold and brash rewards him with a front row seat to the angelic visage falling away. She smiles with a closed mouth and spreads her arms to indicate the great emptiness of the arena ]

What's "this"? But even now, the curtain has yet to rise.

Um...T-Thanks...? What's going on...

[looking her up and down. seems nobody taught him it was rude to stare]

This place. Us. You. Pick from the list, lady, it's pretty damn long.

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[ she is neither made of shining wings nor writhing meat. she has just the ordinary amount of eyes, in the usual place, though her feathered eyelashes are unusual. But even so, she seems to have an unusually brilliant presence. ]

[ there's only the space of a second in which she may have blinked, and then the woman is before the amnesiac, one hand gesturing to her, and the other makes a wide sweeping gesture, as if presenting her to an unseen audience ]

You have awoken, and soon the spotlight shall sign on you. Here begins a show, wherein you shunned and exiled mortals may earn a miracle!

[stumbling back and tripping over her own feet in shock at the woman's sudden appearance. from the ground:]

M-M-M-Miracle??

[yes, clearly the most important thing to grasp here]

Very well! Then I shall introduce myself, Exael, Angel Harbinger! I bring, omens, tidings, prophecy, and come now to tell you of what's to come!

[what
what is happening]

So... We're in a show after all?

[ points a finger directly towards her face, rather than helping her up ]

Correct! Perform well for our celestial audience, and you shall be rewarded!

A...Audience...?

[looking around at the arena seats as she gets to her feet]

[ the feathers dissolve away to reveal a woman, who claps her hands together in confirmation ]

Well done! Though, the first act has yet to begin.

I don't need my fortune told. I just wanna know why we're here, and why none of us can remember a goddamn thing.

[ she raises her head towards the "sky", and her lifts her arms as well, gesturing up towards the heavens ]

Yes. I am one of many, but the one that was elected to begin this act.

B-But, uh...I d-don't see anyone else...

[ without missing a beat, as if the man wasn't openly hostile to her ]

You are here to perform for the heavens, and in this process, prove yourself worthy of a miracle.

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.

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

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

I'll pass on the miracle.

How bout some answers instead?

You will know when it comes.

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