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Back where I'm from, there were never any seasons like there are here.

Every bit of the weather was controlled and left up to the desires of the people. Did more people want it to rain? To be sunny? For flowers to bloom, letting their petals float away on a breeze? Everything left up to a vote.

It feels strange to watch everything turn dull and quiet with nothing's input but Nature's own, and just as stranger to know that it will all bloom once more very much the same way.

Do you think that most situations can be like that- a two way street that has the possibility to flourish or fade away?

Or are there things that can't ever be changed from 'good' or 'bad' once they've happened?

Just some thoughts on a nice day.

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Believe me, I'm all ears.

[Everybody loves a good riot story.]

Alright, give me a little bit. I'm something of a slow typer.

[And it's a longer story than most things she's written on the network.]

So this was when I was still just starting my career. I'd never actually done a big concert like this before. I'd done lots of smaller ones, of course, including something that an old friend of mine put together for up and coming artists. However, this was going to be at the most established concert hall in all the city. It was called "The Empty Set". I'm not sure if it'd be your kind of thing... But it was a beautiful place. Once you could sing there, you knew your voice would reach the most people it could for a musical career.

Enough to make any girl a little nervous, right?

I tried to treat it like any other performance. I love singing, so all I'd have to do would be to concentrate on that. That's what I thought.

It even seemed like it would turn out that way, for a while. Halfway through, however... Well, the news called it an "altercation". I have no idea how it got started. People don't always get along great when you cram them into a small space like a sold out concert hall, but it doesn't usually escalate to outright violence like that. Not in Cloudbank, anyway.

It was originally just two people, but of course others got dragged in until it had spread like wildfire. My boyfriend had to pull me off the stage- he was worried I'd get dragged into it. It never reached the stage, thankfully. I think the only reason it didn't get much worse was because someone must have called the Administrators at some point, and they got there quickly to stop it all.

It's nothing any singer would want to see happen during one of her concerts. To make the matters worse, one of the two people who kicked it all off? He kept accusing me of being some sort of instigator. I don't think he ever stopped, actually...

We could always do this over voice instead.

[Come to think of it, the cute redhead hadn't said much on New Year's Eve. It's tough to remember. He'd been pretty wasted.

Other than that, he doesn't interrupt until she's done. He has some manners, here. But it doesn't sound that bad, really. He's heard plenty worse.]

Administrators, are those like police?

Anyway, it doesn't sound much like your fault. It's a concert, you have a lot of loud drunk teenage idiots looking for something stupid to do, fights happen.

Why the hell did the guy who started it blame you? Was it one of those "I only did it to impress Jodie Foster, so it's really her fault" kind of things?

I can't speak anymore. There was an accident.

[So yeah.]

That's right. Admins are supposed to keep everything under control, safe, and organized.

Anyway, thank you for that. It left me pretty shaken up when it happened... I guess I've moved on since then. I'm still not entirely sure why he was like that. The only thing I've been able to think of is that somehow he reacted badly to my music.

Sorry to hear that.

[That's about as eloquent an expression of sympathy as Blake can figure out. Wait, hear? God damn it. This is why he always had one of the other cops talk to dead people's relatives.

He'll just hope to slip that by and move on to safer topics.]

Then they must not have been any good at their jobs. We'll do better.

If hearing music makes somebody start riots, he should stay the hell home.

That's right... I heard something about you trying to take charge? How is that going?

Not so bad. I got a headquarters and everything. So far no bombs or riots on my watch.

Good to hear. We can all go to sleep easier at night.

I heard some people were opposing you taking charge.

Oh, sure, there's some bitching and moaning, but nobody's actually tried to stop me. They'll get over it. You don't have a government if somebody isn't complaining about it.

Even in a world where people can vote on the weather, I bet you heard plenty of people whining when they didn't get their sunny day.

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[There's a pause because... Well, you can't exactly argue with that, and it makes her laugh a bit.]

You have no idea. You should have seen the comments on each voting poll sometimes. Weather is apparently very serious business.

Have you thought about getting a PR department, or is that a bit too much for now?

I'm just glad the weather is one thing nobody ever figured out how to blame on the cops.

Come to think of it, that's a real good idea. It'd be nice to have somebody to deal with all the public gladhanding bullshit.

[Blake is, as you may have noticed, not terrible silver-tongued.]

Do you think the locals would agree to work for someone who's taken charge like you have? Although I suppose "out of towners" like us might do it for cheaper than they would.

They might. I haven't tried it. I'll try the kind of people whose brains don't revolve around magic animals first. People with some experience in the field.

Hey. This place you come from, where everybody votes for everything, you must have plenty of times you had to herd cats to get anything done.

Is that a job offer, officer?

It just might be.

Well, I've always been told I can be pretty influencing. It's not exactly my first career choice... But I don't mind trying something new.

When would you want me to start?

As soon as you can. Come on down to the headquarters in Goldenrod if you can. If you can't, that's fine, it's the kind of job you can do from a distance no problem.

Good to have you on board.

[blake she hasn't quite agreed yet]

[Well, she was close to agreeing already, fortunately.]

Glad to be on board. I'm on the road right now, but I'll be sure to check in with you whenever I get back to Goldenrod.

So what should I call you? President?

[Blake grins broadly down at his screen.]

I like the sound of that.

Then I'll see what I can come up with, Mister President.

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