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[attr="class","illeana i"]the masses gather at the main stage and she tries to weave through bodies with mild difficulty.

an occasional elbow to the ribs is only half annoying, right?

she stills slightly, the voice of dahlia goode drifting over the chatter. the sentiment is shared, sure, but there's still an anxiety in her bones. it causes her to keep her head down, to keep moving deeper into the crowd.

and as Melody Miro's fire song begins playing, she spots some familiar faces. without hesitation, she makes a bee line for the two.

"hey," she murmurs once she's within orbit. both hands reach up to brush jayden cross and mint frost's shoulders, one for each of the boat gang besties. a smile rises a moment later, sunglasses dipping low enough on the bridge of her nose to reveal bright red eyes.

"i'm starting to think you two are glued at the hip."

every gathering, she finds one close to the other. it's cute. she's almost a bit jealous...

a rushing crowd member causes her to step closer to the boys, tucking herself into their makeshift circle to avoid being runover.

"so, are we having fun?"

jayden cross & mint frost
hi hi cutiepies

it's whiplash, really, but he's too high up in the clouds to realize it. the commissioner assures that they have a future, that the league will find a way. hazy memories of the bacephalon attack spring to mind and he grins, laughing at the blood in the corner of his vision. 

how it almost looks like wine. 

he licks his lips and runs his fingers through his hair, already itching for another bump. sam's not here - off on business with summer or something - so what else is he supposed to do? 

he's free, isn't he? 

people mill and traipse about, but his gaze hones in on someone familiar. so, sloppily, he shimmies through the crowd and goes to reach out, but jayden's snatched away by another man. 

his nose crinkles, but it's more out of amusement than anything else.

"hey, pretty boys," he says with a wide smile. 

jayden cross mint frost
reacted to dahlia's speech +1 crown

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they say three's a crowd, but four? now, that's a party. he simpers at illeana, realizing now that he'd nearly bungled into her on his way to the boys. one arm comes up around jayden's shoulder as the molly works its way through his brain, firing his nerves and making everything feel hot and electric. 

"been hiding," he says with a wink. "but fortune favors the beautiful and now i'm freeee."

knox prescott, when addled with just the right kind of toxins, is an abstract philosopher. which is probably for the best, considering he shouldn't be talking about his family's shift in power, the dozens dead and more than likely eaten by his boyfriend's glalie. 

nah, nah, nah. "and it's been too fuckin' long." his gaze drifts from jayden to mint. 

"who the fuck are you? i love your hair."

illeana reyes jayden cross mint frost

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The security on Dahlia is warranted and he's glad she at least looks ok to give her speech. She needed to. Anything less might put the region into a frenzy. He can only have faith and her and the people he worked for. After all, what was the alternative? His hand slid to an earpiece as he passed up a quick report. "Officer Concordas, South exit all clear." he murmured before dropping his hand to his pull over pocket and resting it there. He was as undercover as you could get, were it not for the communicator in his ear. He'd been patrolling in nothing but red and brown floral boardshorts, and an open zip up. The sheen of leftover by sweat and sunscreen a testament to all the hours he'd been out in the sun. At least he wasn't burning...yet. He considered buying a Melody Miro shirt, if only to for the memory. But maybe later, too hot to bother putting something on now. [break][break]

Concerts weren't realy his thing, so when someone had asked for a cover he'd obliged. It was only for a few hours anyway. A glance around and he quickly realized his cat was missing. "Ollie?" he asked, voice pitching up in concern. Where'd that kitten run off too now? Instead when he looked down he found a Delibird with an ice cream cone trying to get into the venue and chirping excitedly as they tried not to spill their ice cream. "Ah, shit-" [break][break]

Ollie had obviously run towards the smell of food, and more important the ice cream. He waited patiently, joining the flock of Delibird despite strained cries of protest, paws up to Locke expectantly. Not long did the poor courier have to deal wit ha ratty Galarian Meowth did Paxton appear, hunched over, his hand holding the Delibird's flipper as he escorted it back to the flock. Paxton's frown deepened as he spotted Ollie amidst the group. But at least he's safe. "This little guy yours?" he asked, smiling in recognition. "Good t'see you again, Locke." he said as he let go off the Delibird and adjusted the sunglasses on his head. Blonde roots revealing an old black dye job. Lazy prick.

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The shift from solemn speech to upbeat musical performance was a little jarring, to be honest, but you couldn't beat these fantastic seats. So, Barnaby tolerated the Commissioner's opening words and breathed a sigh of relief when she departed the stage for Melody Miro.

Just then, Barnaby felt the sudden tickle of breath against his neck. Smiling, he shifted nearer so that Mars could hear him above the opening song, responding against his ear so close that his lips touched skin,

"It's more like a doomsday celebration than a summer festival." Still, it was hard not to get in the festive spirit of things. The League has pulled out all the stops when it came to supplying entertainment for Hoenn's people. "It has been a fun time though, despite the 'cataclysm' on the horizon." Seriously, who opens a pop concert with that?

He was about to pull away when he saw a familiar face approaching them from over Mars' shoulder, signature LUXRAY by her side (although more sand-laden than he usually saw the Pokémon). Reiner's trainer, too, was covered in grit and grime.

"Eris!" Barnaby called out over the din of the music and roaring crowd. "You're not interrupting, mon chou." A wave of a hand beckoned her closer.

"Isn't that right, Martín?" He asked his companion, a knowing grin on his lips.

Martín del Mar Eris Halla

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So this was how Hoenn dealt with calamity... festivals. In that way, he supposes, the people of Hoenn really weren't all that different from his own. Cade understood the need to boost morale. The caged bird really did sing because, otherwise, all it had left to do was die.

Still, he looks up to the sky and wonders if anyone noteworthy is out doing something about their 'cage'. And, as dulcet tones reach his ears, the SENSU STYLE ORICORIO perched on his shoulder begins to dance. He turns to the bird and smiles, not all that surprised Melody Miro 's music had received SOFÍA's approval.

Not one for loud crowds and unwanted physical contact, however, the one-eyed blonde maneuvers his way past a bevy of dancing people and makes way for the beach bar. Unfortunately, his Oricorio develops a bad case of a tantrum, not wanting to leave the concert just yet.

So she finds the closest shoulder to hop onto (that's you Amelia Livy ), causing Cade to stop in his tracks and turn around with a sigh. "Sofía..." He says with a disapproving tone and a trademark 'dad' glare.

Sofía, however, hides behind the woman's hair and fluffs up the feathers at her crown with a pout.

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TL;DR

♛ Reacted to Melody Miro 's song and the state of Hoenn after dahlia goode 's speech
💎 Cade Atreides heads to the beach bar until his ORICORIO hops onto Amelia Livy 's shoulder to stop him; ORICORIO pouts and refuses to leave the concert just yet

MAINSTAGE + SOFÍA

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