[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color] streets
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Arthur watched with a look of surprise as the Taxi just [i]appeared[/i]. He had no idea how this was a functioning buisness, he wondered about how cab drivers reliably got people to enter their cars, or about the how commonly people actually needed cabs. For the first time in a very long time, he felt wonder at a thing that wasn't wonderous, and that was a very good feeling to have. Stepping into the cab, he looked around at his companions, settling in to this being his new situation. 

Arthur blinked at the concept of ice breakers, and clearly winced at the mention of that game. He remembered playing it before, and he didn't want to thinkuch about the past right now. Instead Arthur said, "[color=4286f4]That's an option but um. How long do we think we'll be here?[/color]" His voice sounded anxious, which he hoped was just read as nervous to start their adventure, he didn't want people to think that he was barely stable, or that easy to set off into an emotional episode.