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As discussions branch and mount in Union about how to handle Gigas's diplomatic overtures, news of a more pleasant variety reaches the city from Glacier. Although still rebuilding from their own city's far more disastrous dragon attack, the people have banded together to host "The Thawing", their annual celebration of the coming of spring. In appreciation of all Union has done for them, all citizens of that city are invited - encouraged, even - to attend. Glacier has its own pride, after all. It would like to show its new allies what it looks like at its best.

Just...don't expect to go without a sweater or a jacket. The city may be "thawing", but that doesn't mean it's warm.
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[The feed cuts on a few days after everyone's homecoming from Gigas. The warp band isn't focused at first and looks a little low to the ground. It's obvious that it's being handled by a pokemon after a few minutes. If not by the weird shakey picture then by the very pleased "Bulbasaur- saur!" that follows once it's raised to a reasonable height to capture the scene.]

[Cyan and Ranka are over by one of the big fountains downtown. Cyan is sitting on the edge, plucking at her guitar. She pauses and-]


What if I tried something like this?

[She plays a bouncy set of notes and then looks up for Ranka's imput.]



[There's a quiet "Azu" as well - a bit mischievous, a bit warning not to make too much noise. For her part, Ranka's a bit distracted, and after those notes she follows up by humming the same melody, and then hums a very rough harmony, and nods.]

Yeah! That's a really good start, it's got, um, pep!

[Ranka giggles a little at her own word choice.]

[Cyan giggles in turn and nods. She strums her guitar a few times, seeming pleased with that. She looks up.]

I'm glad! Okay, then... do you want to try and put everything together?

[The bulbasaur holding the warp band makes a quiet, excited sound. Something that could be understood in pokemon as at last! maybe the warp band will get a performance.]

I think we've got a good base to start from! Let's give it a shot!

[Ranka's excitement is starting to bubble over, and she's practically hopping back and forth from foot to foot, and an Azumarill grins. If THIS doesn't get Ranka's career started then he doesn't know what will!

No seriously he knows nothing about promoting musicians properly, but he sure means well.]

[Luckily, they go unnoticed for now. Cyan is practically glowing with excitement. Getting to preform with someone else was really exciting and her tail swishes back and forth as she settles herself, nods a few times to get the rhythm started in her head and starts to play.]

[The instrumentals start, and Ranka taps her feet, finding the rhythm. Her lyrics are going to be a total placeholder, and she starts to work on her end of the melody with just a lot of 'lalala'. Very musical, clear, and quite beautiful words without words, but just as she's about to start on some actual lyrics her eyes visibly flit towards the camera and she freezes.]


I-i-is that on!?

[Bobby the Azumarill leaps away with a squeak that translates pretty closely to 'busted!']

[Bass the Bulbasaur follows suit, dropping the warp band as Cyan lets out a very distressed KYAAAAAA TURN THAT OFF! The feed shuts off.]

[OOC: Cyan is blue and Ranka is in green! Replies will be from both!]
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After weeks of repairs, tightened sanctions on incoming immigrants and the general feeling of unease that hangs heavy around the city of Union, the Council finally comes to a decision. It is not unanimous by any accounts, and there are many that wonder if this is the right approach. Union has existed for generations behind its great walls, and there were those who felt that it was that way of life that they should return to—one of solitude and skepticism. However, in light of recent events, the desire for security has own over the need for seclusion.

An announcement comes over the Warp Band, still hazy from the attacks on the Signal Tower. But it is not the face of a Councilmen that the citizens and visitors of Union are met with, but, rather, the youthful face of one of the leaders of the Seekers.

“Citizens and friends of Union—is that seriously what they wrote? Man, it feels weird talking like that, can I just say ‘hey you guys?’ Whatever. Everyone. We’ve got some big news, so listen up.” Maeve groans at the feed, tossing aside some paper, likely an official statement penned by some Council member. “So, the Council has decided that they want to take a more proactive approach after the attack by Sveta, Alina and their friends, and it comes to me to give you the juicy details.”

Okay, actually maybe she did need that paper. Leaning over in her chair, she ducks off the stream to reclaim the statement. “The Council has asked for volunteers to come together and investigate three possible leads for both our ‘friends’ with the Elite Four, Gigas, as well as some interesting goings-on in and around Refuge: a settlement to the west with supposed ties to Gigas; the inner caves of Refuge; and to the east of Glacier, in the direction which the great dragon fled.

“Now don’t all come flooding in all at once, I know how you Unionites get excited about stuff like this. Groups will disembark immediately, so get any supplies you can and meet up at the Seeker’s HQ before heading out. You’ll be given briefs upon your assignment into a group. If you have any questions, you can ask me or Captain Pirate Krabbypants, Ceilto. Maeve, out.”

Once they arrive, each person will be assigned a group, and after a quick briefing, begin moving to their destination within the day. Most take no more than a few days to arrive at their destination, and will immediately be put to work.

[All event logs are now live! As usual, mod tags will come every 24 hours. Feel free to post all IC questions to the Maeve top level and all OOC questions in the standard mod top level. During this log, several NPCs from prior events may appear. The event is scheduled to last a week and will end at midnight on the morning of March 5th.]
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[With Union in its current state one might not expect to hear the sound of music filling the air, but those stepping into a certain corner of the devastated city will be met with the gentle strumming of a guitar and a voice that any regular listener of the radio should find quite familiar. Following it to its source will reveal a young girl sitting with her legs crossed on a relatively unspoiled patch of land. This girl is none other than the renowned singer, Sonia Strumm.

As is to be expected, Sonia's work has been put on hold because of the heavy damage the entertainment district suffered in the attack. She's supposed to be staying at home where it's more or less safe in the meantime, but honestly, nuts to that. Union is her home; she'd much rather see its wounds with her own eyes than stick her head in the sand until everything is all better.

That said, it's certainly not an easy thing to take in. She had been too occupied with seeking shelter (at her manager's insistence, of course) to really process the destruction as it was happening. To see the crumbling towers, the rubble littering the streets, the remains of the fallen still being recovered from the wreckage? It's been a sobering experience, to say the least.

Which brings us back to the present, where Sonia has decided to take a break, and almost without thinking begun to fill the gap with music. There are no lyrics to her song, but the melody alone — slow and melancholic, yet with an underlying warmth — makes its meaning clear. An audience of wild Pokémon has formed around her, and the Swablu perched atop her head provides a warbling accompaniment to her impromptu performance.

The result is a small pocket of soothing tranquility in a city whose sanctity has been shattered.]

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