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Entering the break room, Daimyon found it...empty. Surprised, he checked the time—it was still very much the morning and, at least according to him, still breakfast time. He took a look at his e-handbook again, scouring the map and eventually finding another potential place for the first meal of the day: the dining room in the second floor resort. That must have been where the others headed. Making a note of the break room's desolation, he made his way to the second floor. Right away, he could tell his assumption was correct by the delicious smells wafting out of the dining room. Once he had stepped inside, the pleasant atmosphere only heightened. The few people who were sat at the numerous tables did not make much noise, but they were enough to create the impression of company. A much stronger sensation was the source of the pervading smell, the scent of freshly-made breakfast: eggs, bacon, and all that was treasured by a hungry Infinite. Manning—or rather, [i]handling[/i] was the better expression here, the poet thought—the kitchen was Emily. Given her talent, it was evident that she was the group's cook. The well-endowed caretaker gave Daimyon a light meal, complete with a glass of orange juice. After giving her his heartfelt thanks, accompanied by a wide smile, he sat down in solitude. While that might have seemed like a betrayal of his set agenda, he felt uncertain about his knowledge for the day, so he laid his notebook open on the table to rectify that.

The low hum of discussion that the poet could shut out without much trouble was suddenly overtaken by a second of shrill static. Following it was an announcement, spoken in a peculiar accent and using words even the seasoned wordsmith did not hear in those contexts before. That alone intrigued him enough, but the content of the message was what convinced him in the end. There was to be a ‘coalition meeting’. Though his notes made no mention of any sort of coalition existing within the group, he had already realised they were not complete. Perhaps he had simply missed its formation. Nevertheless, he deemed the premise to be worth checking out, if nothing else. Finishing his breakfast entirely, he wiped his hands and mouth with the [i]serviette[/i], before taking the empty tray back to where they were gathered. He thanked Emily again for the wonderful food and bid goodbye to the present Infinites, taking his own leave to the study.

Even though he employed the e-handbook's map to navigate, others had made it to the location before him. The study had a pinch of familiarity to the poet—no surprise, as it was where he had found the Ryoshi Membook he had been trying to decode with mixed success. Concerning the diary, he had reached an impasse and did not believe he could proceed without external help. The rearranged composition of the study did not cause him much bewilderment; on the other hand, [i]something else[/i] certainly did. Somehow, his notes said precious little about a massive steel vault occupying the whole length of the side of the room and [i]absolutely nothing[/i] about the red-eyed creature that it was supposedly guarding.

[color=seagreen]“W-what is...”[/color] he muttered after his customary ‘hello’ to those already gathered, but seeing how everyone else seemed unconcerned about the scene behind them, he decided not to press the issue. Instead, he engaged in some amiable mingling with the Infinites until it was time to begin.
The meeting's organiser was Jezebel, to whom the unique accent also belonged. Shortly after she had introduced their guest of honour—the creature who spoke quite eloquently, fuelling the poet's astonishment even further—, Thomas took the initiative with a question. His mention of a certain name made Daimyon perk up in attention. His notebook was in his hand and he hastily skimmed through a couple lines before answering.

[color=seagreen]“...I acquired it. Through Monokuma himself,”[/color] he said, lowering his head towards his notebook sheepishly. [color=seagreen]“We were...close. I assume that was why I was bestowed the e-handbook. Marianne is no longer with us, however, so what concern does her empty room have to anyone?”[/color]