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The rickety blue bike finally pulled up outside the headquarters, its shorter passenger climbing off in a hurry. His movements looked more stable now, indicating that the pain from getting hit in the head was starting to wear off. He looked around, quickly surveying the crowd, then turned back to his partner. He leaned close, speaking furtively. "Hey, you ever been here before? We've gotta hide this somewhere so it won't get swiped." Naturally, he'd never acquired a bike lock. They weren't quite as expensive as helmets, but they were still far over Casey's budget. As such, he was glad that events like the one they planned on attending usually didn't have admission fees.

Kannix replied only after heaving a few heavy breaths into her lungs.

"No. How about you stash the bike - I go get us some drinks?" Her legs weren't trembling, but she did not exactly want to stand either way, having peddled the entire way here. "Whatever," she thought, "leg day." She shook off her legs, loosening from them their rhythmic, pedaling motion, and took in the huge crowd that loomed over her and Casey in front of them.

"Hurry up!" Kannix shouted behind her as she tried to make her way through. It was two hobbits' world against a bunch of giants.

Casey nodded, dashing off to find a place far enough away from the crowd that no one was likely to find the bike. At the same time, though, he wanted to keep it close enough to the site that he could retrieve it easily in case of an emergency. He tried his best to be quick about this, knowing that it would be very easy to lose Kannix in such a large crowd. He'd mentally documented the last place he saw her, but he knew she'd moved since then. That said, if he was fast with the bike stashing, he could probably catch up to her before she got far. It had also occurred to him that he could use his bird ability to track her down, but he sort of hoped he could do it on his own. Carefully tucking the bike behind a pile of trash bins, he ran back towards the headquarters, ducking in through the entrance and carefully weaving his way through the crowd of taller people.

Kannix bumped into this person, that person, someone's huge dog, someone's cart - she was tempted to use her powers right then and there, be unmoving, push everyone else instead of being pushed. But, she thought against it, not with the many uniforms monitoring the whole square. Casey had caught up to her and were queuing up for their IDs to be checked at the entrance, only to be let on through without checking at all. Perks of being mistook as a kid. 

The ambient noise outside the skirts of the square clouded the sounds from within, so when they got in closer they found they'd arrived at what felt like the mid/latter-half of a man's speech. People were still crowding in, and in between a sea of shoulders, backs, and asses, Kannix and Casey could see the speaker on stage. As figured, she had no idea who he was. Through the many disasters that have come to them many years ago that still echo despair to this day, Kannix and her mom made it. She wondered if Casey had it the same way. After the applause and cheering died down, Kannix still had to raise her voice to be heard:

"We've got to move or we'll get stepped on. Let's move to the side." 

With that, Kannix began side-stepping through opportune openings, and tugged on Casey's shirt so the two did not separate. 

The swarm of taller folks proved difficult to maneuver through. Kannix's hold on Casey's collar kept them together for a while, but within a few moments they got hopelessly tangled in the crowd, pushed this way and that by the oblivious giants. At some point it became necessary for Casey to quickly shrug off his jacket and duck out of the way to avoid getting trampled, though this inevitably led to him and Kannix getting separated. 

Casey had been worried that this would happen. This wasn't a kind of place where he felt comfortable being alone. Growing up in the derelict slums of Spring Town, He had never become accustomed to large crowds. 

"...Hey! Kannix, where'd you go?" 

He looked around hopelessly, seeing no sign of his companion. He had suspected as much; trying to find the only other small person in this sea of tall people  couldn't be just as simple as looking up. Swallowing his anxiety and thinking fast, Casey decided that the best course of action would be to get as far ahead of the crowd as possible, and hope Kannix would do the same. 

Kannix's path on her end prevented her from going further in without having to walk the wide perimeter. Instead, she made her way to a wooden crate, and atop another bigger wooden crate. From up above, she spotted Casey and started waving his jacket around to catch his attention. 

"Let's walk around, meet up later!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. So too did the stall owner, angry for messing around in her booth. 

With the group of people spreading more and more towards the centre, Kannix dived back in, disappearing into the crowd but staying just at the borders to take in the sights.