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[sub]Main Stage Audience Area, Dianoid, District 15[/sub][/center]

[b]“Is that so –de arimasen ka?”[/b] Yu-Ri nodded, her eyes growing a little wide at the sheer apparent size of her target. Though she did spy a few other foreigners in the con, the executive’s height, as well as his Indian ethnicity (well, another assumption, really), certainly would narrow her search down even further. Tall, dark, possibly handsome, and definitely a man of some wealth. What an absolute dreamboat this Orbital fellow was turning out to be. The schoolgirl in mourning clothes let out a low whistle, before bowing. [b]“Thank you for your help, Megumi –de arimasu. Hope you get many more people interested in the OPC after this –de arimasu.”[/b] She bowed once again, and then turned off to slip into the crowd once more.

Taking slower strides, Yu-Ri marked faces with her eyes as she strode about. There were a few familiar faces in area, more acquaintances than friends, but as she pushed further into the crowds in search for the elusive dreamboat executive, she realized that going into the crowds was a terrible idea to begin with. At only five feet tall, even the average Kanamin otaku was taller than her, after all, and in her attempts to escape from the jostling herd of merch-purchasers, the girl found flowing into a moshpit of overenthusiastic idol fans instead.

Were they doing some Battle of the Bands event on the main stage now? Some cover competition between amateurs? Yu-Ri frowned, trying to push through the crowd towards the outskirts instead, but of course her karma was biting her back in the ass again. A hip check from someone and she tripped, catching herself with her hands as her knees smacked against the pavement.

[b]“Ow….de arimasu.”[/b]