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The situation deescalated just as quickly as it had escalated, with Mary suddenly becoming the mediator and tying—both metaphorically and literally—the trio together to venture onwards to the casino. Daimyon was satisfied with this result, however abrupt it may have seemed: after all he was about to play some thrilling games of fortune with two wonderful ladies at his side. Fun and [i]inspiring[/i] times for all!

At that time, of course, he could not know that these moments would be the brightest point of the day.

At the casino, the three Infinites ran into Davis who was conversing with one of the robots at the blackjack table. A rapid chain of events followed, mostly playing out in the poet's mind: he was delighted at seeing the man he was looking to give the gift to, but it melted away when he realised that he had managed to forget the magazine in the break room. In the next moment, the opportunity also slipped away as the Infinite Conquest broke away from the table with a hasty goodbye and hurried out of the casino with nothing but a glare at Daimyon. He was rather perplexed at that: what happened to the man? What was he angry about? Surely the despairful situation or something to that degree...

What was even worse however was the fact that they could not actually play any games! Upon querying the robot—a [i]Carnage Sister[/i] she was called, but Daimyon could not recall her name for the life of him—, she only told them that things were still work-in-progress. A shame, the poet thought, he had already had his token in hand and was ready to make more of it. The ladies, especially Mary, were similarly disappointed. Lacking better things to do, they sat down at one of the few tables in the small casino and waited, whisking the time away with pleasant chatter.

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This idleness did not last long, for Monokuma appeared once again on the screens to make an announcement inviting—or rather. commanding—every Infinite to the casino. The place soon filled up with all...sixteen? Seventeen of them? Daimyon had lost count; each time the group gathered together it seemed like there were new faces joining up. He did not mind that, he was only worried that with such a constant influx of undoubtedly extraordinary people to meet and get to know, he would not have time for everyone else. It had also been some time since he had last written into his notebook; he rectified that while the Infinites assembled.

Once everyone had made it, the game was finally unveiled: a wheel-of-fortune! Quite an unorthodox version of that, however: the players' tokens would be placed randomly on the wheel. Wherever it stopped, that person would win a phone call to the outside world! Daimyon could appreciate the twisted ingenuity behind this—a chance like this was much more valuable when no one else had any access to the great outside. Although no one in particular popped into his mind when he thought about who he would call if he won, winning was winning regardless and he was going for it!
[color=SeaGreen]“Lady Luck, faithless and fickle, I call out to you. Help me with my sudden pickle, make this wheel spin true!”[/color]
He handed over his token to the robot who soon spun the machine with surprising force, so much that the black-and-white wheel looked like it was about to take off and fly away. The poet looked over his fellows: they stood enraptured, looking at the wheel with bated breath, waiting for it to stop at exactly one place—where their token lay. It was fascinating to feel the repressed reservation in the air, and even more fascinating to take a gander at the feelings that hid behind it. From shaking excitement through forced indifference to cool anticipation...everyone radiated something different. As for himself, Daimyon's mind was already hopping ahead to wonder about the potential prizes...

And then, a steel wall was slammed down in his head and his imagination drew back with a disappointed ‘aww’. The wheel stopped not on his, but Krista's token, making her the winner.
[color=SeaGreen]“Ahaha, it appears the Lady smiled on you today! Congra—”[/color]

But he did not even have the chance to finish before the bear jumped out again and revealed the true nature of the violinist's prize: [i]a motive for murder.[/i]
In hindsight, he was glad he could not finish his sentence. There was only one thing to congratulate Krista for: she had just become a target for everyone in this room. And that would have been..rather distasteful.

The silence of surprise went away quickly and the casino came alive with frenzied chatter before someone reined in the chaos with a loud whistle. Along with the others, Daimyon also looked at the source...he [i]knew[/i] there were new people here! The call for attention came from a tall, well-built man in formal clothing who was just oozing confidence. Without as much as introducing himself, he immediately suggested a plan of action to protect both Krista and her prize until the group could make good use of it. His to-the-point attitude and clear thinking won support right away, among others from Mary, a second new Infinite, and...Felix! Daimyon was delighted to see his freerunning friend back in the fray, looking healthy as ever. Krista also spoke up in the end, expressing her wishes both towards the phone call and the proposed plan.

So much happening...!

[color=SeaGreen]“Well, this game was not what any of us had expected!”[/color] Daimyon found Noel again in the crowd, looking to orient himself in all this before anything else. [color=SeaGreen]“'tis a shame. Perhaps next time, when things are...not this heated. For now, though...do you think there's any chance of finding a phone booth around here?”[/color]

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