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[center][color=seagreen]Tropes of the four seasons
Used for the wrong reasons
For life is not four distinct blocks
That is my grievance.

If you want a fitting metaphor
Forget all that was said before
And create your own. Make it so
That it says what life is truly for.[/color]

—Daimyon Londe: Quick Lesson #4[/center]

What started as a serene scene quickly lost its tranquillity and threatened to devolve into chaos as more and more people gathered around the new arrivals. Calvin rattled the poet with his venomous tone, though he was entirely correct—Daimyon should have known at least this much already. And he did. It merely...slipped through the cracks. The blacksmith was followed by Cyrus who introduced himself politely, and Max who dropped all pretence and did not handle the delicate-seeming duo with kid gloves. The frightened woman protested weakly against the overflow of new faces and new information, before introducing herself as Juliette Bourbon. The small, purple-haired man was a bit more decisive with his actions, approaching the poet with an appeal to help them orient themselves in the new environment. One droplet of information caught his attention the most: that he, Noah Dyer, came from another killing game. Somehow, Daimyon did not think there were other such ‘games’ going on besides theirs and he shuddered to think of what could be going down in them. Before he could answer Noah, another elevator opened and out popped a red-headed, quick-talking man who introduced himself as George Henry.

All this happening so quickly was almost too much for the poet who, on the contrary to his established reputation, did not feel as exuberant as others might have believed. He desperately needed a sleep to reset his mind and to be able to memorise everything again properly for the day. Still, he was the one who chose to come here and he could not get away from it now. He decided to, for once, take charge of the situation.


[color=seagreen]“Everyone, please, silence,”[/color] he spoke up, raising both of his hands in a ‘calm down’ gesture. His tone was firmer than usual, though not nearly as overt as Max's or even Calvin's. Once the group has sufficiently quietened down, he continued. [color=seagreen]“Let us take this slow. Juliette, Noah, George—welcome. If you can feel the tension and the despair in the air, that is because we have just finished a trial of life and death. If you truly come from another game like ours, you should understand. And though those of us who have been here since the beginning have our numbers dwindling, the group is constantly replenished with new arrivals such as the three of you. I cannot give you an exact time now, but it is late in the evening. If you wish for refreshment, though, the break room is not far away from here. In fact, I recommend we all head there now, for it is also a more fitting environment to get your bearings and for more in-depth discussions.”[/color] He adjusted his coat and glanced at the gathered Infinites. [color=seagreen]“Will you come with us?”[/color]