It's like a baseball stadium, but somewhat smaller. Its architechture is very exagerated, consisting of large, sharply angeled windows and grand arches for doors.
Most important for your imediate well-being, many people are rushing towards the arena from all directions, including the greenhouse you just stepped out of.
As you are being pushed along by the flow of people, you ask someone what is going on.
The Tot replies, "Well it's almost time for the daily feast.You know what that means."
"Not really," you say. "I'm new here."
"The daily feast is when all Rafans get together in one place to play games, eat and, of course, smoke the holy herb. You better come in to the Game-a-torium. you don't want to be left out."
You enter the dome shaped building refered to as the Game-a-torium. It is very strange inside. The floor is like a big bowl. but there are several flat walkways and platforms around the sides of the bowl. On the platforms many people are doing strange things. Some of them are taking turns yelling out phrases, while some are just sitting and talking. Others seem to be playing pantomime games, while others are smoking bowls. In front of you is a hallway.