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[code]The start of something new[/code]
[sub][@Opposition][@Firecracker_][/sub]
[hider=Blinding Lights][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4NRXx6U8ABQ[/youtube][/hider]

After all this time, S'venia finally found herself back in Swathe Street’s Central Square and it was intoxicating.  The people have eventually come together in search of a better world.  Sure, they were misguided by their candidates, but the fact that they packed this square so tightly meant that they were ready for more.  S'venia could tell they were prepared for a better life but did not know what that meant in terms of accomplishing it.  They were just cattle at this point, but soon they could be a herd.  One that could rampage through the corporations and politicians alike, only needing to be heard

And S'venia was all ears.

She had returned to this layer of hell on a mission.  She wanted to hear the people speak.  She wanted their truths, what they saw of the world, and what they thought was needed.  While most of what they spoke would be useless as a journalist, she could use their messages to tailor her voice and bring the Truth to the masses.  The Truth of this situation was as dire as ever, after-all.  Each faction at play for the council seat wants to divide the people into their separate tribes and peddle to the common theme of them.  Gatch's tribe wished to maintain a semblance of normal in a world rife with chaos.  Walter and Samsara's wish to bring changes to those who want to be free.  The sheep that believe in Serena want to play coy with the world and what it will do to their voices.  And Chen Dao's tribe?  S'venia did not know what they believed, but they sure creeped her out.

They were all cogs in the same machine, spitting out divisions and chaos instead of unity and compassion.  That's what brought S'venia back to this accursed square.  Not the free perception granted, but the Truth as spoken by the people.  Their stories mattered just as much as these so-called candidates.  

She needed to find someone willing to make their voices and faces attached to a message.  Not an easy task in the reclaim district as everyone here has a plan, after all.  For some, it is survival, to make it through the relentless existence that is reality.  Others, to have others spread the message they are too scared to speak.  And even more, pretend to be embarrassed that they are down-on-their-luck trillionaires reluctant to be interviewed by common trash.  Whatever their reason, S'venia was finding it hard to get more than one person for every ten asked to agree to her interviews.  While it was encouraging that some wanted to be honest, she knew she needed more.  She tapped one of the buttons on the side of her head, causing the red iris of her eye cam to turn off.  She required her drone.  It was currently busy filming the last of the candidates entering the hotel.

[color=FFDAB9]"Return to me,"[/color] S'venia spoke as the last candidate entered the hotel and vanished from sight, [color=FFDAB9]"cut recording."[/color]  

The drone feed cut from her vision, though her head was quick to locate her little guy floating away from the mass of reporter drones.  While this little bundle of electronic goods was not as advanced as the others, it was unique in its way.  [color=FFDAB9]"Turn on recording on approach, three-second timer,"[/color] she spoke as she watched as her drone approached.  Taking a deep breath, she watched as her drone pulled itself back and stabilized in front of her, starting the timer.  

3...2..1

S'venia smiled as a quick blink forced its action.  [color=FFDAB9]"Hello!  This is S'venia from the South City Blues here in the reclaim district, and you are all out in force!"[/color]   She paused as her drone did a quick panoramic spin showing the crowd.  [color=FFDAB9]"The last candidate has made it inside,  That's probably gonna be it for the exciting stuff.  I'm taking a pause from the candidates for now.  Might try and get some questions in with those that have turned up here.  Stay tuned for the videos,"[/color] she finished as she waved with a smile before the drone cut its video once more.  Quickly, S'venia unfurled her computer and quickly typed a message to her followers and attached the footage from her drone.  She immediately went through the video to make sure everything looked decent enough for a quick post.  Happy with how it turned out, she sent [color=9400D3]"Stay tuned for interviews!"[/color] and tagged the debate and sent the video out. S'venia wrapped the computer back up, S'venia looked around at the people nearby.  Anyone who was following her profile would receive the notification in an instant, and she wondered if anyone nearby would get it.  

[color=FFDAB9]"Track me; five meters follow,"[/color] S'venia commanded as she shifted her focus back to the job at hand.  Her drone obeyed, turning position until it met the desired conditions.  Soon, the left part of her glasses was alight with the drones' feed.  She began to move through the masses while her drone captured the bigger picture.  From the drones feed, S'venia looked for her next subject.  She had already interviewed individuals from each tribe, but she needed more.   She thought she could interview some Gatch supporters and see if she could get the attention of the man himself.  While the two would never see eye to eye, S'venia fancied herself the savior of the mayor.  She danced with the thought for a second, briefly imaging the sweaty and scared face of the politician way over his head, trying to offer her a position.  After a few minutes of dancing through the crowd, she spotted an abnormality.  

[color=FFDAB9]"Curious,"[/color] she whispered as she slowed to a crawl.  S'venia rotated her hand, and the drone followed its command.  She pulled her hand back and extended her fingers, causing the drone to zoom in.  [color=FFDAB9]"Who are you,"[/color] she mumbled as she focused on this person. The subject of her curiosity was unremarkable at first glance.  His clothing was dull, his hair and beard unkempt, and he looked like any ordinary citizen of this district.  Yet, there was no affiliation to any tribe on the surface; no way to identify who he supported.  

You can tell a lot about a person just from the way they dress.  While this is not true for every supporter, a lot of them tend to fall in line with their ideas.  Outdated styles probably match an obsolete view that the centrist are suitable for the country.  Voguish on the verge of excessive?  A little harder to pin down, but S'venia knows to look for the augs to figure out which side of that fence they fall on.  Not stylish but still on the verge of being excessive?  Pirates.  And Dao supporters?  Well, she wasn't sure if he even had any but she'd imagine they would wear an orange robe.  Every party had a style, an etiquette, if you will, that the brand as a whole has adopted.  While everyone dressed their brand, often, people make it all too easy to read.  

This man was a hard read.  His clothes were dull, but they weren't some bargain brand design that so many centrists bought.  They were a combination of this and that and had no rhyme nor reason for their haphazard mix.  He wasn't stylish but was also not excessive in his look.  So not a pirate, aug junkie, nor was he a violent hippie, at least on the surface.  Was he a monk?  S'venia focused her attention on his hair.  While it was orange, the lack of a calmingly creepy demeanor meant he was likely just an average person here to enjoy the shit show.  S'venia wondered what stories he could tell.  Most likely he was a follower of Samsara, as his augs were well kept and proudly displayed.  Yet that still meshed with how he carried himself. She allowed a small smile as she balled her hand into a fist, causing the drone to retract its lens.  S'venia wanted to know a little more about what brought this average joe out to see some boring politicians ahead of the debate?

S'venia began to make her way through the crowd using her drone to guide her to her mark.  She slid through the masses mostly unnoticed, though her hair made her an easy spot to those who paid attention.  Soon enough, she found herself breaking through and arriving near her mark.  She sized him up once more, noticing the stick that once contained some food.    Her eyes shifted towards the food cart, lingering there for a second before they moved back towards the man.  

At a slow pace, she began to walk towards the man.  She moved her glasses on top of her head and smiled as she caught his attention with a wave.  [color=FFDAB9]"Hello!  I am S'venia, a journalist with the South City Blues.  How's your day going?" [/color]S'venia finished with another smile.[/center]