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After a while, lunchtime comes to its inevitable close. The streets, restaurants, parks, and other recreational areas gradually had their patrons and visitors decrease in volume, with most of the working populace leaving and returning to their respective posts. It didn't take a while for the masses to dissipate, though their absence didn't necessarily mean emptied streets and alleys - a fair amount of Gael's inhabitants were still present, not counting the non-natives who have come to visit the district.
Most of the district's areas remained lively, especially in the northern and central sections, where most activity can be found, with both of the two areas bearing a huge chunk of the preparations made for the celebration in the coming days, as well as the innumerable stalls and booths organized by opportunistic Remnants. Additionally, more and more Remnants go through the interdistrict borders to enter Gael and see what it has to offer, with most visitors coming to witness and partake in the celebration of the District President's birthday.
The rest of the day would continue without any significant changes - those who had jobs would leave their posts once their shifts were over, and others would take their place to continue the endless cycle of work and rest that goes within Gael's borders. The lights of the various buildings, vehicles, and innumerable illuminating manatech were more than enough to make it seem as if time had not passed by - even in the midst of Verattia's night sky.
A few minutes before the common dinner time, a familiar melody would be heard resonating from the innumerable screens and speakers scattered all over Gael. A tune that the natives of Gael would easily recognize as the initial parts of the song "Twinkle", which was sung by the famous Jacqueline West. However, before the introductory tunes would come to an end, its volume would be reduced and an announcement would be played over it.
As the announcement would come to an end, the song's volume would return to normal for a few seconds, playing out a small number of its lyrics before quickly fading out. This would be then repeated after varying intervals.
In time, the day would come to an end. And another would soon begin.
Meanwhile, within the borders of District Gael, shadowy figures loom. Their schemes undetected, their strings hidden in plain sight. They lie in wait for the right time to pounce, to enact their plans, and follow their own agenda - be it for the betterment or detriment of Gael, and perhaps even the entirety of ARK itself.
In a room riddled with a myriad of regal decorations, a figure is seen sitting on a customized throne - high-quality fabrics streaming down from one side to the other like a waterfall. Before the seated figure are two other figures standing - both donning on black attires, with one carrying a mysterious look and the other opting for flair.
The seated figure waves a hand at the two that stood before it.
"Is everything ready?"
"Yes, sir."
"Yes, milord."
"Then let us not waste this precious opportunity. Do your duties with perfection."
The seated figure would rise from its throne.
"For a new ARK."
The two would nod and respond in unison.
"For a better ARK."
Most of the district's areas remained lively, especially in the northern and central sections, where most activity can be found, with both of the two areas bearing a huge chunk of the preparations made for the celebration in the coming days, as well as the innumerable stalls and booths organized by opportunistic Remnants. Additionally, more and more Remnants go through the interdistrict borders to enter Gael and see what it has to offer, with most visitors coming to witness and partake in the celebration of the District President's birthday.
The rest of the day would continue without any significant changes - those who had jobs would leave their posts once their shifts were over, and others would take their place to continue the endless cycle of work and rest that goes within Gael's borders. The lights of the various buildings, vehicles, and innumerable illuminating manatech were more than enough to make it seem as if time had not passed by - even in the midst of Verattia's night sky.
A few minutes before the common dinner time, a familiar melody would be heard resonating from the innumerable screens and speakers scattered all over Gael. A tune that the natives of Gael would easily recognize as the initial parts of the song "Twinkle", which was sung by the famous Jacqueline West. However, before the introductory tunes would come to an end, its volume would be reduced and an announcement would be played over it.
"In coordination with District Gael authorities, singing her greatest hits, including songs from her newly released album "Distant Lights", rising star Jacqueline West will be holding a live show on the 28th of Quirtia! Tickets are now available for purchase online and at the nearest mall!"
As the announcement would come to an end, the song's volume would return to normal for a few seconds, playing out a small number of its lyrics before quickly fading out. This would be then repeated after varying intervals.
In time, the day would come to an end. And another would soon begin.
Meanwhile, within the borders of District Gael, shadowy figures loom. Their schemes undetected, their strings hidden in plain sight. They lie in wait for the right time to pounce, to enact their plans, and follow their own agenda - be it for the betterment or detriment of Gael, and perhaps even the entirety of ARK itself.
In a room riddled with a myriad of regal decorations, a figure is seen sitting on a customized throne - high-quality fabrics streaming down from one side to the other like a waterfall. Before the seated figure are two other figures standing - both donning on black attires, with one carrying a mysterious look and the other opting for flair.
The seated figure waves a hand at the two that stood before it.
"Is everything ready?"
"Yes, sir."
"Yes, milord."
"Then let us not waste this precious opportunity. Do your duties with perfection."
The seated figure would rise from its throne.
"For a new ARK."
The two would nod and respond in unison.
"For a better ARK."
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