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Post by Tropius on Jan 9, 2017 14:23:17 GMT -6
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Post by Thirdie on Jan 11, 2017 13:55:45 GMT -6
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Post by Tarlar on Jan 12, 2017 5:32:40 GMT -6
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A couple of hours after the lunch had ended, the orignal delivery arrived and Dagrun spent the next 30 minutes arguing with them about why they came so late, and getting frustrated over their excuses and demands of getting paid fully anyway. In the end she let one of the head organizers take over so she could calm down and focus on something else. She took a walk around the place to see if everything was running smoothly and hear if anyone needed her help. Several of the kids who recongnized her from her coming and going the last week, came over to show her what they had made, which lightened her mood a lot. One of the volunteers, who had a mini-pokemart for the kids, with basic items and candy formed as items, wanted to know what they should do when they closed for today. They would prefer to get things locked securely and it would give them a lot of extra work, if they would have to take everything with them home in the evening and then putting it all up again tomorrow. Dagrun spent the rest of the day finding them a fitting solution and other small tasks which appeared.
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Post by Tropius on Jan 16, 2017 1:32:15 GMT -6
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Post by Tarlar on Jan 19, 2017 4:44:20 GMT -6
(post 26, wordcount: 176 post 17/?) Dagrun met early today and were ready when the festival opened. She greeted the kids and was amused to see the excited childrend draggin their yawning parents along. After the opening and Dagrun was sure it all run smoothly, she doublechecked that the lunch would come as planned and headed out to see, what the festival had to offer. There were several places where the smaller kids or nervous adults could get used to calm and friendly pokemon, there were a class who taught about pokemon handling, mostly basics as it was for children but it lay a good fundation. There were places to get snacks, and places who taught you what you'd need to travel and sleeping outdoors. One of the most popular areas was of course the pokemon battling arena, where kids were watching "battles" that taught them how they went and tried themselves with weak and small pokemon. Dagrun looked around for the old story teller, but she couldn't find him anywhere and decided to check the information map and seek him out tomorrow.
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Post by Thirdie on Jan 20, 2017 3:53:03 GMT -6
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Post by Tropius on Jan 23, 2017 17:02:50 GMT -6
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Post by Tarlar on Jan 26, 2017 8:02:45 GMT -6
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On the third day of the Festival, things was getting into a feeling of everday life as habits were made and the start problems had been solved. Dagrun had checked the map for where and when the Old Storyteller would be, and she arranged it so she had a break for one of his sotries. One of the other volunteers in the information booth quickly noted it and kommented that it was a good idea Dagrun had got there, she wouldn't regret listening to one of his stories.
In her break she hurried over to his tent, which was in the farthest end of the area and Dagrun worried if that meant he didn't get many visitors until she arrived and saw the crowd that had already gathered around. The candy booth beside the area were clearly selling good simply by its placement. It didn't seem like much, a few boxes made a little scene for the old man and his chair, he was already sitting and waiting for people to sit down and shut up. In front of him there were chairs were adults were seated, but there were far from enough so people were standing behind the chairs as well. Infront of the chairs, right below the old man, was a blanket were a lot of the children sat. When people had shussed each other quiet the old man began his story, telling of the time he had been adventuring around Sootopolis City with his corphish, it didn't sound like it was anything interesting, but the way he told it made everyone listen in awe. When he was done, Dagrun discovered that she was late and her brake was alreayd done, the last thing she heard before she hurried back was the kids taling excitedly about traveling themselves and asking the adults questions.
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Post by Thirdie on Jan 26, 2017 8:47:48 GMT -6
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Post by Tropius on Jan 31, 2017 14:39:42 GMT -6
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Post by Tarlar on Feb 2, 2017 4:11:25 GMT -6
(post 28, wordcount: 156 post 19/?) On the fourth day the local news came to make a little interview for the tv-news and Dagrun made sure that she was not the one they were going to talk with. One of the others suggested her to offer, but Dagrun lied and said she didn't like to be in the spotlight and pointed out she was just a helper and not one of the real organisers. It would be more fitting for one of those to talk with the journalists. Her lie was accepted, she was not going to risk her whole career by going on any news, no matter how local they were. You never knew who were watching and even though Hulda always was covered up, she was not going to draw any attention to herself. She made herself busy by checking up on all the helpers who did work behind the scenes, and made sure everything ran smoothly and they were happy.
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Post by Thirdie on Feb 2, 2017 13:58:16 GMT -6
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Post by Tropius on Feb 6, 2017 2:05:58 GMT -6
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Post by Tarlar on Feb 9, 2017 6:11:42 GMT -6
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The fifth day and the end of the festival were coming to an end, though Dagrun hadn't been active with much of the activites herself, she were in charge of a last surprise to the kids. So while the Festival's last day ran and everyone tried to do all the things they still needed before it was all over, Dagrun was busy preparing and explaining to her helpers. The festival had a small ending ceremony and when that was over with, Dagrun gathered the children while the adults began packing. She showed them to a huge sandbox and told them they were going to be ground trainers all of them, as naughty pokemon had hid goods down there and they were going to dig it out, if they wanted to. The children threw themselves into the sand excitedly and had a blast of a time, though they pretended to be ground pokemon themselves, rather than being trainers.
While Dagrun kept an eye on the children, the old storyteller stood a bit away and watched her thoughtfully before he turned and went home.
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Post by Thirdie on Feb 9, 2017 14:15:48 GMT -6
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