A demonstration. Decided almost unanimously by the powers that be of New Anaheim to be the simplest, and most effective way, to quell the growing fears of the populace. Some had disagreed, of course; nothing was ever unanimous in the city. Some probably disagreed just to disagree, but the others had more valid reasons. Not spoken in open air, of course, but it was suspected that such an expo might serve as a way of gathering intelligence on other factions. A fraction of those who voted to support such a measure likely did so for just that reason. 

Nevertheless, the proposition had been approved, and arrangements were made. Now, a month after the attack to the day, a date no doubt picked for just that reason, it had started. The largest open space in the outskirts of the city has been set aside for the occasion, and it was now dotted with tents and stands, walking promoters and soldiers in uniform. And towering above it all, colossal titans gleaming in the sun. The militaries had sent their top models, and their top pilots, as a show of power, a way to reassure the populace that, yes, they could protect them. Contractors were showing off their new prototypes, or even just showcasing their most popular suits. Smaller, local businesses had set up their own shops, selling wares of all kinds. Mobile suits, mobile suit parts, pilot gear, even food stands had arrived to take advantage of the gathering.

Civilians were out in droves, and of course, soldiers were too. No nation was allowing themselves to be shown up, parading their best and brightest out in full uniform. At least, the best and brightest that they had managed to spare, or otherwise coerce into attendance. With the sun high in the sky over this unusually peaceful gathering, the day was still young. It promised demonstrations, mock battles, autographs, and merchandise, and above all, a cure to the growing unease.

Time would tell if it was effective.