[Center][h3][sup]Fe-Congro[/sup][/h3][/Center]
	A large green and gunmetal vehicle with a blunted end, as if some form of Rahi were meant to drag it, and a large boxy frame shook slightly as it was settled by the show stage. A moment later, and a shimmering Matoran with a golden mask and armor plates and shining blue limbs and body jovially scampered out, followed by the stately green figure of Turaga Boboro. His Kanohi Kensasu, Mask of Sensory Aptitude, covered his head with a slightly drooping manner, and the blue speckled tabard he wore fluttering slightly in the breeze.
	"Matoran-friends!" he called out to the crowd in his signature informal greeting, specifically towards the Ba-Matoran who had been playing earlier, "Enjoy the party-makin'? You made a great song-dance! Show-perform!"

	At the edge of the crowd, a dark-green domed mask bobbed among the shoulders of a group of taller Le-Matoran. Hura shuffled about, slowly making his way into the large group near the stage. He had never been this far into the city before, so he was unsure of what to do. Something in the distance caught his eye- a glint of purple and... gold? Now there's a color the little Matoran rarely saw. He began to approach, not really paying attention, save for a shift of his head to the sounds around him, and the sidling of his eyes with a mechanical whir, when he found himself bumping into another Matoran about his size. She was the Matoran who had exited the mechanical before the Turaga, and now stood beside him.
	"[color=ec008c]Oh, hey, careful,[/color]" she warned in a sing-song tone, helping keep the Bo-Matoran steady.
	Hura wasn't really that shaken by the impact, so the placement of her hand on his arm and side was a bit surprising.
	"[color=ec008c]Wow, you're from Bo-Congro, aren't you? That's quite the way to come,[/color]" the Ce-Matoran continued, leaning slowly closer as she spoke, not giving Hura room to get a word in edgewise, though her tone was pleasant, "[color=ec008c]Wonder how long's it take to get that far,[/color]" she pondered aloud, tapping the dome of her rather simple mask.