[centre][color=00aeef][h1][i][b]Arthur Seymour[/b][/i][/h1][/color]
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[color=gray]Under more normal circumstances, Arthur might have tried to foster some cohesion in their group.  That was certainly something which they were missing with brittle conversation being exchanged and some residents flat out refusing to communicate or giving up shortly after doing so.  He put it down to the alien nature of their situation, something not one of them would have had to deal with before, but it was still early morning and he doubted any of them had slept properly the previous night.  For his part, he had woken once or twice which was unusual for him, and Arthur prided himself on his stoic nature.

Instead, he focused on the meal in front of him.  A few partook but there was little enough trust going about as it was, so perhaps the gesture in and of itself would serve its purpose for now, although he disliked the idea of food going to waste.  After a particularly healthy portion, during the eating of which he studiously stayed quiet, he drank his tea slowly, all the while listening to everyone around him.  They were disorganised with contrasting natures, not to mention emotions were running high.[/color]

"Hello hello! We're nearing nine o'clock now so could you all head to the auditorium for the first session? I hope you've all got properly acquainted with one another now, although the first sessions will just be quick individual ones with plenty of free time in between.  I'll see you there."

[color=gray]The intercom buzzed into life and then crackled out quickly, the researcher having delivered her rapid message.  Arthur pushed himself up, gathering dirty plates and rapidly stacking them, scraping uneaten food onto a separate plate, before carrying them to the kitchen and loading up the dishwasher.  At the primary school he had been teaching in he often helped out with the breakfast club provided for the more disadvantaged students, sitting with them and chatting in the morning; something of underestimated importance lest they feel abandoned by parents.  Subconsciously he was doing something similar here, compartmentalising his feelings of anxiety and fear to better deal with them while providing the little support he could to those around him.

Leftover food that hadn't been served he put in containers and shoved in the fridge, unwilling to waste anything further, before emerging from the kitchen into the cafeteria.

[color=00aeef]"Let's go.  There's no point in causing them problems."[/color] He didn't wait to see if anyone was going to argue against him, which would be understandable enough, or if anyone agreed and followed.  As he left the cafeteria he passed the man who had joined them this morning and nodded to him in passing.  [color=00aeef]"I'm Arthur, nice to meet you.  For now we should follow their instructions, we can find out more as we go."[/color] He continued on, passing the quite man who had yet to really speak with anything, and he said nothing, respecting his isolation.

Finally he caught up with the newest woman of their group who seemed flustered, having left the group rapidly after speaking with Bailey.  At last Arthur could no longer do nothing, seeing someone who was actually in need of direction or at least some show of comfort, so he approached her.

[color=00aeef]"We should head to the auditorium.  Your name was... Athena, right?  I heard you speak to Sienna earlier.  I'm Arthur, professor of history and teacher of little children."[/color] He smiled, gesturing round the corner to where signs pointed towards the auditorium.  [color=00aeef]"That's the way there, the others will follow soon but I think staying together as a group's a good idea.  We're all in the same boat here and, as far as I can tell, we'll be here a little while so we should probably try to get along some."[/color][/color]