multiversallogs | A Rally in Support of the Hungry Few

Who: The City
What: A Rally in Support of Cruorvores.
Where: Mercer's Square, Aspic
When: AT A CLEVER TIME
Notes: Everyone is welcome, including curious neutrals. NPCs available on request. OOC post.
Warnings: A general spirit of solidarity may be present.

Word has been spreading over the network and on the street. Leaflets have been available at open minded public houses and restaurants. A few of the city's more prominent inhabitants have organized a rally to show support for cruorvore citizens. It is going to be a public event; sanctioned, the leaflet assures, by the state. Speeches will be made, the true colours of the city will be shown. There is a lot of talk about standing up to the sowers of discord.

As the evening of the rally approaches, more and more people gather in the square. All sorts have come out for the event, xenians, humans and people who defy categorization mingle peacefully. A cat watches the proceedings from on top the stage has been erected to one end. The stage has been draped in banners promoting tolerance and acceptance, and small sign near the bottom proclaims it was built with the kind donations from Bloody Sunday, The Zygoda, Howl's Market and certain private citizens, of which there is a list. Some attendees have brought instruments and casually strike up a tune every now and then. Others have brought food, signs or torches as the rally promises to continue well into the night.

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Here and there among the crowd, there is a loud dude trying to corner people for their opinions. John is following him with a recorder, coffee, a lit cigarette, and a peevish expression. It's probably to do with how much often the reporter asks him if he's getting that. If he happens to catch Remy's eye, he'll gesture vaguely or something appropriately stoic. But John isn't saying much, since he's just the intern. He too would be here even if it wasn't his job, though he doesn't yet understand city politics.

Remy raises his chin in more acknowledgement than greeting when John catches him, observing what he's up to. Huh. But he lets it go, because he's busy with this kid here, you see.

It's not until later that he spots him again, and pops up near John's shoulder, smoking a cigarette. "Nice to see somebody coverin' the angles, or whatever," he remarks, and with the tone of the crowd and the way everyone's moving around, he might be somebody who knows John, he might just be some guy.

By now, John is burdened with some random purchases made by the reporter, who seems keen on adding to the load without taking much notice of Remy. Still, John turns the recorder off.

"If you're angry, we want to hear about it," he says sourly. "Mad about vampire existing? Mad the parade had to happen at all? Mad the parade's blocking up the street? Mad vampires ain't what they used to be? Quality reporting, this."

"In that case don't bother quoting me for shit." Remy picks up a Friends to Friends button from the pack-mule gaggle of stuff John's loaded with, and skillfully affixes it to the younger man's shirt without dropping his cigarette. In an apologetic tone, "Least you're employed."

There's a slight pulling back, a halfhearted, wavery sort of hey why're you doing that, what are you doing but the button gets pinned and he makes a quietly aggrieved sound.

"Not for long if you don't get that off me." It's only grumbling, though. John just shifts the stuff he's carrying so the button is blocked. Media neutrality. "So, show of solidarity?"

He doesn't sound terribly invested, though it hadn't been hard to spot the the relevance of this kind of othering reaction. But he'd never run across a vampire in his world, and he isn't even sure he's met one here, yet. Obviously no one is going to be keen on outing themselves.

"Yep." There's a million reasons for him to support things like this, so it hardly matters which one he might lean on to offer a sound-byte on if he was so inclined (he's not). "It's pretty stupid, considerin' we're all equal abductees."

It'd be stupid anyway. That just makes it particularly ludicrous.

"Besides." He takes the last drag on his cigarette. "Y'know there's a rumor the folks who manufactured the attacks on the city were printin' anti-xenian propaganda, and all." ... Well if there wasn't, there is now.

Later, maybe, he'll think to be more skeptical about what Remy said; right now, he just makes the thoughtful kind of monosyllable that indicates no, he hadn't. But it makes sense to him and he certainly wouldn't know any better. Something for Mr. Reporter to actually follow up on, as opposed to hitting on the t-shirt vendor. He might not find anything right away, but he definitely will once all the people John asks about the rumor talk to the reporter. Eventually John will just pretend he did that on purpose.

"General sentiment or any specific species?"

Fortunately there's truly something going on, there, or at least he truly believes there is - it's not groundless to put the idea out where people can think on it. He's certain he and Ilde weren't the only ones to go lurking in one of those houses, and who the hell knows what else there was to find throughout the rest of the city before the ants started releasing spores.

At that, though, he just shrugs, like he hadn't heard anything more, or that there's too many conflicting stories to bother giving an answer. "Not too subtle though." Going after cruorvores - the fabled monsters under the beds of human children throughout every reality. It's a broad, easy target.

A Rally in Support of the Hungry Few

... damnit one day I will properly edit a sentence and TAKE OUT THE PARTS THAT SHOULD BE TAKEN OUT

IT'S NOT LIKE I'M GETTING NOTIFS

well good then no one knows about that mistake, except... everyone I told about it

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