TOWN HALL WITH SARA - RPLOG

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Date

19/4/2022

Log

(Miru) It was a cool, if windy afternoon in Fairhaven. The sound of some crow echoing in the distance. The 5th Street Station was mostly abandoned these days, given that no train was under operation, and ever since electricity and water became a bit more common, most people decided to live in the serviced buildings of Fairhaven. This left this once epicenter of travel, then epicenter for survivor encampments a mostly abandoned stop between Zephyr's tower, being all towering in the distance, and the western outposts, including the city of New Dawn further up north.

A rather mundane husky girl was standing in the center of the plaza accompanied by a short portly beaver. The husky was clad in a large parka and a very conspicuous sombrero with dangling lanterns hanging from its rim, the calling card of the Prometheans - especially their more devoted members and priesthood. The beaver was dressed in a more mundane shirt and jeans. Standing to further apart from those two was an okami boi clad in a rather old-fashioned outfit with a notebook in hand, an INU representative familiar for those who lived in the city. A group of concerned citizens, idle gawkers, and even a few hecklers of the new council were slowly gravitating towards the scene.
(Vande) Rolling into the scene was a large ball composed of metallic, dark-green scales that kicked up dirt and crumbled pavement wherever it went. After coming into a respectable distance of the amassing group, the scaled ball then unfurled itself to expose a small and pudgy hissah that clutched onto design papers and blueprints with its little clawed paws. He heard that a council meeting was being held here, and since that sounded important he thought maybe he could use this chance to get talks of his grand ideas going within the community! "Greetings people of Fairhaven!" The hissah yapped from behind the crowd as he tried to squeeze past and dodge the legs of the taller mutants and citizens.
(Kiyumi) A Kitsune stood stood somewhere towards the back of the crowd, blending in seamlessly as she watched the event. Upon seeing the Hissah in a corner from her eye, she couldn't help herself from letting out a light chuckle.

"Oh dear, seems we'll have all sorts of fun on our hands" she mused to herself as she thought upon the events. She hoped to find out exactly what is going on in this city and what better place to do so?
(Celia-fae) Holding up the flier she grabbed from the message board, a dragoness looks at the address then glances around the area, "This looks like the right spot," she says before noticing the crowd. Glad she didn't end up hopelessly lost as usual, she looks and spies a familiar face. Hurrying over to the kitsune, she whispers to her. "Glad to see a familiar face here. I would be too afraid to speak if I was by myself."
(Miru) As the number of people filtering into the area began to dwindle, the husky took a step forward in front of the crowd, her lanterns dangling in the wind pelting the plaza. With a wide smile, the husky spread her arms. "Welcome brothers and sisters! I am Councilor Sara Redmane, one of your representative in the Fairhaven council, and proud Promethean." She said in a distinct Cali-native accent. "I am here to answer any complaints or questions about what has the council been up to, ever since we have been formed, or even if you just have local problems you want us to look into."

Almost as soon as the councilor finished talking a loud boo was heard from a couple of Mall Rats standing to the side, one of them holding a sign that read 'Big Three is bad. Big Four is worse.' The councilor gave them a smile, before addressing the crowd again. "I understand that some of us are still against the idea of a government forming in our fair city, but I assure you that such an endeavor is for the betterment of us all. The two corporations cannot be trusted to bring forth a new age for our people."
(Vande) Vande listened intently to the council once he managed to push past the crowd and wind up near the front so that he could get a clear view of those speaking. His crimson eyes watched them intently but not before turning his head toward the Mall Rats who were booing to give them a resentful sneer, how rude! Though, in truth, he didn't really know why there was a council in the first place or what their intentions were; he's just some goober after-all! But here he stood, listening and watching closely before ultimately raising his hand with brimming excitement once he found them come to a natural conclusion with their speech. "I have a question! I have a request!" The hissah yipped out as he waited to be called, please pick him!
(Kiyumi) The Kitsune chuckles softly at the dragoness, not taking her eyes of the councilor. "Well, aren't we *both* glad I am here then? The more questions the merrier..." she trails off, seemingly pondering something.

She speaks to the dragoness in a hushed tone, "Really, what I'd like to know, is to what degree Zephyr and RSX are influencing these people. What leverage they have..."
(Celia-fae) The dragoness rolls her eyes at the kitsune's vanity but nods with understanding. "Yeah, I'd like to know that as well. Truth be told, I came here to see if slash how much RSX has invested in this, if at all." Putting a claw to her chin she thinks for a moment, "my mother told me stories about how politics worked before P-day and unless we have everyone from all walks of life invested in this, there is bound to be conflict, and the last thing we need is war of some kind." She sighs and shakes her head, looking to the kitsune. "Guess we'll find out together, huh?"
(Deidre) Arriving at the scene is a pink panda wearing an emerald green sundress and a straw hat, she's holding a journal in her hands as she begins making her way through the crowd. She nudges her way into the masses finding a space she can clearly see the speakers. She waits quietly, as the wind pulls at the flier hanging out of the leather satchel over her shoulder. She has a determined look on her face as she speaks up trying to over talk the crowd, "Deidre Doofles here, When will you be taking these questions? I certainly have a couple regarding how the "council" regards agents and the other agencies."