Aside from the dining area open to the public, the kitchen and the warehouses inside, as well as the cold storage, were impossible to peer into. The restaurant and the city outside were also separated by a barrier. Although they could see the streets through the glass windows, their mental power could no longer penetrate the wall.
Judging by the situation so far, all the players could do was stay in the restaurant. Their options were simple: order and eat without provoking the Server, then take paper and pens to vote after they finished.
The restaurant wouldn't publicly count the votes for the dishes, but the players could discuss things among themselves. Whether they had arrived early or late, they all tacitly ordered the cheap vegetarian dishes. Some asked the waiters not to clear their plates after they finished eating, so they could remind those who ordered later what to choose. That was the best way to make sure everyone voted for the same dishes.
Some players even openly propped up their ballots on the table for others to use as a reference.
Others were more wary and skipped ordering altogether, eating only the dry rations they had brought.
As for questions about voting and ordering, the Server would answer them. But he wouldn't say whether there was somewhere to stay at night, how to get a room, whether number tags could be exchanged, or whether it mattered if one was lost. To be cautious, nobody pushed the Server too hard.
All in all, there was very little for the players to do during the day.
"What are you doing!" A sharp female voice came from nearby, accompanied by the scrape of a chair. A striking woman forced herself to stand calmly, glaring fiercely at the man before her.
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