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[sub]Dianoid, District 15[/sub][/center]
It certainly looked more professional than she had expected.

Through the glittering gates of the northern entrance walked, amongst other Kanamin obsessors, a translucent girl in a sailor uniform as black as a mourning widow, her strides as disciplined as if she were in a funeral. Slipping through the gaps within the crowd, she walked above the mash of thirty-year old enthusiasts and parent-dragging children, her eyes narrowed slightly against the brilliance and the noise. Opening songs and insert songs sounded brightly over the speakers, punctuated by coarser cries as, on one of the many stages within the convention, the famed ‘GinyaForce’ wotagei dance group twirled their iridescent sticks about. Elsewhere, a cosplayer with a convenient power flew around and granted panty shots to her followers. Yu-Ri wisely plastered herself to the side as the camera-wielding mob swept by, her own eyes affixed to the business side of things.

In a more controlled section of the convention floor, the booths of various companies affiliated with the Kanamin brand were set up, gentlemen in well-tailored suits and their attractive female aides walking about and shaking hands. There was even a surprisingly classy Kanamin-themed solar-powered sports car on display, set up as the grand award for a charity lottery. She tilted her head slightly at that, before pulling out a card and purchasing a ticket for herself. AI-Assisted Drive enabled even children to ride and own vehicles, after all. And considering how it was donated by one of the up-and-coming car manufacturing companies in Europe, the schoolgirl in mourning clothes certainly knew someone who’d be interested in dissecting it.

A good deed a day kept the devils away, right?

Her cellphone pinged, notifying her that an email contained the ticket number had arrived, but Yu-Ri was already turning her attention to one of the more ostentatious booths in the area. The Orbit Portal Company had, alongside with setting up a separate booth for special preorders of Yuka Iguchi’s new album, also had a sleeker (if not still Kana-pandering) booth in the financial area, and Yu-Ri arrived there soon enough, her smartphone in her hands now as a note-taking app booted up.

[b]“Ah, excuse me,”[/b] she said, waving down one of the representatives, [b]“I’m of Sakugawa Middle’s News Club –de arimasu. Could I take a minute of yours and ask a lot of questions –de arimasen ka?”[/b]