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Location: AGYC Community Event
Interactions: Mia Chikara and civilians[/center]
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	"So, this kinda lame, don't you think?" Mia Chikara asked, setting down a stack of plastic chairs.

	[color=f49ac2]"I beg your pardon?"[/color] Vallory responded, doing the same.

	"It's just...I don't know why we're here." Chikara chuckled a little, glancing around. "I feel so out of place."

	[color=f49ac2]"If you didn't want to interact with the community, you shouldn't have joined the Wopple."[/color]

	Chikara pinched her nose. "Please stop calling it that."

	[color=f49ac2]"No. Women of Power League is too long to say. WPL doesn't flow off the tongue. We're in the Wopple whether you like it or not."[/color] Vallory teased.

	"I didn't realise I would be handing out flyers to kids!" She complained.

	[color=f49ac2]"Booo! That's why you're the heel. You've got no Angel Grove spirit."[/color]

	"Oh yeah? I should pile driver you straight to Tokyo so my papa can help me beat you up, too."

	[color=f49ac2]"Sorry, I'm not allowed to leave the country. Y'see, they don't allow [i]guns[/i] across the border."[/color] She rolled up the sleeve of her pink t-shirt and kissed her bicep. Indeed, she did possess metaphorical gun arms. Vallory was almost a foot taller than Mia, and Mia stood at 5'5. The blonde girl had her hair tied up into a bun. She had some jeans on, pink sneakers, and her t-shirt was tied a little higher than her belly button. Needless to say, what little skin was shown was abtastic. There was a temporary tattoo on her right cheek of a pink shooting star.

	Though she wasn't in her full wrestling regalia, she was "wearing" her pink mask. It was up on her forehead however, not currently around her blue eyes. And her Pink t-shirt was actually some merch themed after her, with her name and logo printed acrss it in bold white text. Still, if anyone knew who Starshine was, they would be able to tell Vallory was her. She was, after all, the tallest woman in Angel Grove. Kind of hard to miss.

	"Ugh." Mia rolled her eyes and smiled. "Mind if you finish up here? I have to go...organize parking, or something. Also, I'm gonna go grab some pizza and then sulk or something. See you in a little bit." Mia turned and began to leave as she talked, slowly backing up incase Vallory gave her a negative.

	[color=f49ac2]"A'ight. See ya, Mia. If any kids ask you for an autograph, you better give it to 'em."[/color] She pointed threateningly after her friend. Mia turned around, pulled down on her eyes and stuck out her tongue. Then she turned out of sight and was gone. That was Setting Sun for you. 

	[color=f49ac2][i]"Pfft."[/i][/color] Vallory dismissively waved her co-worker away. Her stomach rumbled, and Vallory reached into her pocket to check her phone. It was just about lunch time. By the way, the phone was pink and covered in protective rubber. Vallory went the opposite direction to get her own pre-packed meal from her car. A big, hearty submarine sandwich. The kind that needed to be kept in check by a toothpick. Or, at least, that's what the sandwich maker wanted her to think. She chatted with some of the other Wrestlers, signed an autograph, and was just generally sociable. Vallory didn't want to go too long without interacting with someone.

	Once her sandwich was secured, she found a somewhat secluded spot so she could eat her sandwich in relative peace. It was kind of hard to talk to people with a sandwich in your mouth.

	It was a beautiful day. Chatter gently filled the air, distant laughter. Angel Grove...Vallory loved this city. 

	Of course, Vallory realised for the millionth time in her life time that total peace and quiet wasn't really her thing. She didn't like being alone. She got out her phone and, holding her sandwich in one hand, began to scroll through her various social media feeds. The official WPL page had already been updated, people were talking about it. Unfortunately, Youth Centers had to do a lot of work to convince teenagers that they were cool and fun. But folks liked earnesty. And the AGYC was that!

	Vallory was lost in her phone, zoning out as she ate her sandwich. She had to hunch just a little to sit comfortably at the steel picnic table. It was difficult to text with only one finger, but she was working on doing something to announce her enthusiam for the AGYC.