Daily random shuffle? Doce didn't understand any of it, and she sighed frustratedly to display that.<span style="font-style: italic">Whatever. I never understand these tournament systems. Just stick an enemy in front of me and I'll trash them,</span>she though. Gorey images of bloodshed flickering behind her eyes. Doce hated being wrong and hated being confused, and was considering just abandoning these people to go off and grind again. She forced herself to follow them into their room anyway, reminding herself that that abandonist attitude of hers would someday make her a very lonely person if she didn't at least try to make some friends.<br/><br/>Once they were inside and JD finally got to share his big secret, she felt like screaming. In fact, she almost did, and choked on her own voice before she calmed down enough to speak. Then she found that without the raw emotion driving her, she couldn't force any words out. Her throat had sealed shut in her agitation.<br/><br/>Had he really interrupted their precious first day to share that minuscule scrap of information with them. She wanted to tell them all how foolish that was; how nothing ever goes wrong on the first day. At the earliest, full-dive games turn evil in the evening of the first day, so the rest of the time should be spent preparing. But she knew she couldn't say it out loud, or she might just have to eat her words. Breaking the fourth wall brought all kinds of distortion to the plot.<br/><br/>Doce was a firm believer in the power of plot. She believed there were patterns that repeated themselves, and that the future could be predicted based on how the story had played out thus far. So, if JD was revealing plot information now, and they were entering a tournament only halfway into day 1... was something going to happen soon? She crossed her arms and chewed her lip, shaking her head almost imperceptibly. Games weren't supposed to have this kind of plot line. She needed to reevaluate based on more anime-esque rules.<br/><br/>"After all the trouble I went to last time," she muttered. "I'd hoped otherwise, but these things never really end, do they?" She took a long pause, then decided she should point something out, just for their consideration. "You know... In this kind of story line, it isn't complete unless there's some way for us to actually be harmed."<span style="font-style: italic">Maybe this will be like 1/2 Prince; an NPC revolution...</span>The info JD had brought wasn't very useful for decyphering what was happening. But it was enough to prove that something<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>, in fact, happening.