The RhyDin Color Fun Run sponsored by the samuel adder campaign

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Date: Friday, 29 September 2017 Time: 9:00am (RST) Location: Red Dragon Inn ALL PROCEEDS TO BENEFIT THE VICTIMS OF FEBRUARY'S ETHNIC VIOLENCE.

((Event information forthcoming. This is going to be a board event.))

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Being the avid runner that she is, Sira wasn't about to pass up a race. She and Bryn showed up early for registration, tossing the race shirt on over what she'd already been wearing, and then limbered up with some stretching while she waited for the event to start officially.

She'd done a couple of color runs previously and had learned her lesson. Both she and the dog sported pairs of goggles. She also put an allergy mask on Bryn so he wouldn't get too much powder up his sensitive nose.

They took to the 10k route. Because she had the dog with her, Sira was forced to go a little slower than was usual for her, and they'd stop a couple of times at the water stations so Bryn could get a drink.

By the end they were good and covered in the brightly colored powder, and all the happier for it.

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By the time registration opened, Samuel Adder was there, abandoning his usual suits and ties for something a little easier to move around in. He let the security he'd brought along grimace and narrow their eyes behind their sunglasses as he joined the line with the others, chatting happily with his fellow registrants. Then, armed with a brand new t-shirt and a tag ], he set off to work the crowd, man the snack and drink tables for a few minutes, and take in the state of the bouncy castles with a critical eye and a bemused grin.

A number of his recently pointed political aides were present, the "young talent' he boasted of, scouted and poached from RhyDin and Stars End; he spent time saying hello, shaking their hands, and sharing words in a low tone covered by the noise of the crowd, always paired with an easygoing smile. There was no sign of his "favorite Seer" among them.

He spared a greeting for Jewell, a hand on her arm, a few murmured words over a sly grin"

"then he was lining up with the others to jog the 10K route to Old Temple and back. He kept up a solid pace, outstripped by plenty of younger and healthier runners, but only lagging to grab water at the volunteer-manned stations, or to keep pace and share a few breathless words with his fellow joggers. Thus he was caught mid-schmooze when he passed the first battery of paint-flingers, coated red all the way up from his hand to the side of his face with a startled laugh.

By the time he returned to the front of the Red Dragon Inn, he was a sweaty, messy patchwork of bright colors, grinning from ear to ear as he indulged in a water bottle and a hot dog slathered in mustard. Soon enough he'd recovered his breath and found people who'd recovered theirs to talk about the run, the city, and in more than one case, what had happened in RhyDin last winter.

As the final arrivals trickled in, people began to assemble at a makeshift stage. He noticed, out of the corner of his eye, as Jewell ducked away from the crowd, but said nothing, turning to listen to someone on stage, a survivor of the violence on February 14th, symbolically accept the money raised by the Color Fun Run. He clapped when they bowed and descended the stairs, paused to listen to a long whisper from an aide, then nodded and took to the stage himself.

"People of RhyDin! Thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart, for coming out for today's Color Fun Run! I know we're all messy and sweaty," he chuckled, "and as eager to hit the grills as we are to hear our wonderful performers return! So I'll keep this short and sweet.

"Today is a great day for RhyDin! It is a great day for Old Temple, and for every other neighborhood, every home, every family that needs a hand to help them up after facing the violence of the last year. Without expectation, without obligation, I see you all out here today to lift up your neighbors. And I feel vindicated....in believing in all of you!

"Today is not just a great day, but an inspiration. I'm sure we've inspired a lot of happiness, letting go of our worries and getting clobbered with every color on the rainbow." He grinned. "I'm sure we've inspired a lot of hope, reminding people who've had too little of it in the last year what we can still accomplish together! And all of you, out there, have inspired me.

"I am pleased to announce that the house's take from last weekend's Red & Black Gala will also be going to the charities we honor today! And in honor of the strange ways luck played out for me that weekend?" He chuckled. ?"the full sum will be donated in the name of my one remaining opponent in this weekend's election, the inimitable Colleen MacLeod-Fenner!

"Now go get some water, get some hot dogs, enjoy your tunes?" He shook a fist. ?"and, this weekend, vote for Samuel Adder as your next Governor of RhyDin!?

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The staff and students of the Rhydin Center for Circus Arts rallied together to man the YELLOW color checkpoint — located in the town square of Old Temple — for those runners who participated in the 10k race. Adult staff members occupied the tents containing water and snacks while the children of the Youth Circus roamed the sidelines on their stilts and unicycles to shower the runners in yellow powder and paint.

The Center's owner, Canaan Devillier, was not seen in attendance until after the race was finished when he helped the staff with tear-down. With his attire in pristine condition, it did not appear as though he participated in the run, but when Jewell Ravenlock stopped by to chat with him he had absolutely no problem hugging the faerie and pressing a kiss on the paint-smeared crown of her head.

It was probably not shocking that, shortly after Doli's interruption, one of Adder's staffers approached the stage, clearing his throat and checking that the microphone had been switched back on.

"Hi ladies and gentlemen, we apologize for that interruption, and for any offense caused by what was said. The, um, individual in question is in no way affiliated with the Adder campaign....nor do her views in any way reflect our own.

"Please, help yourselves to some snacks, enjoy the bouncy castles, and give a warm welcome back to our band — Tommy and the Owlbears!"

The staffer made his way awkwardly off the stage, soon replaced by the band in question, spurred on by campaign staff's insistence that they get the music going again — and Doli's screed out of the public's minds — as quickly as possible.

A handful of people in un-painted workout clothes and dark sunglasses spread out along the perimeter of the stage now, hands folded in front of them, smiling slightly but facing the crowd as they scanned for more trouble...

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As the event played out, Adder barely moved. He watched Doli closely until his security finally made their way through the crowd to drag her off. He even chuckled at a few of the barbs hurled his way. And when all was said and done, and the band started playing again, he clapped his hand onto an aide's shoulder and bent his ear for nearly a minute, his smile steady but his words low and quiet.

Then he returned to working the crowd, shaking hands, thanking people for coming out, and taking a few chances to make light of the interruption when he could. "What do they call themselves — redcloaks? Whoever they are, they're persistent....and so is their litter." He scooped up a fallen book, considered it for a moment, and tipped it into a nearby trash bin.

"Let's try and keep this event clean," he added, and spared a critical look for his own brightly colored fingers as he shook them out, with a self-deprecating grin. "Relatively speaking."

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After reviewing the footage he took of the farce of a debate, and hearing about the color run, Ike's teachers at the Star's End Institute of Fine Arts (SEIFA) granted him an educational leave of absence and a state of the art GoPro camera to be used to film Friday's event. He arrived early with his best friend in tow, having petitioned for Jodie's assistance in the documentation process. He absolutely could not (would not) do it without her.

They arrived on time and paid their dues, allotted by their school, to participate in the 10K run. Ike insisted only because doing so would provide the most coverage of the event. Even though neither of them participated much in sports, a lifetime spent growing up swimming in the ocean made them fit enough to handle it. They put on their shirts, attached their numbers, checked their equipment, and joined the rest of the crowds as they swarmed the streets of Dragon's Gate and Old Temple.

Keeping good pace, they got to the finish line with plenty of time to spare in order to catch Adder's speech on film. They also recorded the scene made by the protestor. The presence of the men in suits gave off a strangely negative vibe that encouraged them both to meld into the crowd and proceed with their filming a lot more discretely. The last thing Ike wanted was for his camera to be confiscated. For the sake of further study, Ike picked up one of the booklets he found laying around. He intended to hand it off to the writing professors for research purposes, not bothering to browse its contents at all himself.

Once they quenched their thirsts, the students took their leave. There was a lot of editing to be done, and Jodie's mom had promised them lunch.

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Running wasn't his favorite thing in the world. In fact, it was pretty far down the list of enjoyable activities, but he liked a good cause (even at the expense of making a huge mess). So when he saw fliers go up for the race, Trick took the first opportunity he could find to pre-register and secure his slot. With any luck, given the event's sponsor, he'd be able to spot his sister somewhere in the crowd and say hello.

Come race day, he arrived early and ready to go. By then he'd conned fellow Bluestar Racing teammate, Connie, into doing the run with him. Connie's girlfriend, Oceane, assured them she was more than happy to wait for them at the finish line.

Just before they set out, Trick caught a glimpse of Penny in the sea of white shirts, but lost her again until after the race ended. They chatted with one another over a water bottle or two before parting ways so Trick could look for Mallory. Instead he ran into Ed, who was in Goshen's company, and decided after that to go home.

Roni for the most part had come, pulled by the draw of the colors, and because she figured it would be fun to watch them dance in the light, and see how they fell on her outfit, or more specifically that pretty white dress she wore. She didn't actually participate in the run, she was too lazy for that, just to watch. She delved into the crowd of spectators with ease, and mingled and enjoyed the splashes of color that came from the crowd around her.

Three times she had True Ruler booklets shoved into her hands, and three times she had shred them. Angrily. Her sister was stirring up a big stink that was going to end with her getting dragged down with her. It was just a feeling she had and couldn't shake.

Apart from that, she seemed to be enjoying herself". at least until the familiar sound of her sister's voice crackled over a microphone, and after a moment or two of searching, located her up on stage. She stared for a moment, dark scowl bleeding across her face, processed everything that she was saying, then the fact that she was dragged away at some point. She had spoken of her family. As far as she knew, she was the only family that Doli could have here. That was such a dick move. Her sister was going to get her involved in this whole bloody stupid mess that she wanted to avoid like a plague.

With a string of choice expletives, She was ducking her head, and inching her way through the crowd. Thankfully Doli didn't blurt out her name, but she didn't want to be around if she did decide to whoever it was that had dragged her off.

She was slow about it, so as to not draw attention. A lazy meandering through the crowd, a moment to stop at one of the water stations meant for non-runners.

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Considering he lived in his own small, privately-governed village, he was more than on board with Minoko's lack of enthusiasm for that portion of the event. Running, however, was a morning activity for the couple and their dog. The competition seemed to help his morale at the whole thing, too. He lived for competing with his wife, and the little bets they'd made, mostly because she got so cute and pouty when she lost. Little did he know, he got the same damn way!

Emlen was talking a whole lot of smack even on the way there. He remained shirtless, and almost grumbled that he had to put on a shirt for the run. What was with that reaper and being shirtless, anyways" Still, he'd put it on and mumbled something about how Minoko"who seemed to be eating up his misery like it was ****in" pocky or some other Japanese snack"was going to pay. Oh, and she did. He paced himself throughout the entire "race." While Minoko avoided greens and yellows, he went for green and blue, and avoided the glitter and pixie dust like it was a personal attack. While Minoko pouted after his cheap burst of speed, he ate it up and kept his arm around his wife the entire time. It was half due to pride, and half due to the fact that he didn't have to try anything new! Though he had it coming"was just a matter of time"

Done through collaboration with the lovely Minoko mun~

Cass gets along with sports about as well as hot canned tuna goes with marshmallow fluff. The very idea of seeing the two together is enough to turn the hardiest of stomachs. She had heard of the run rather too late to even think about just walking, and had been too self-conscious to even go walking, but when someone asked her if she wanted to volunteer along the route throwing color she was alllll over that.

She found herself at the blue station along the....she thought it must be the the 5k route since she hadn't had to walk all that far from the inn.

Every time runners raced past she'd pelt them with powder, though the fellow volunteers would hear her laughingly complain the whole time how much she hates blue. She ended up by the end of it every bit as colored as the racers and playfully whining about how long it'd take to get the color out of her hair.

Ignorance is bliss, and Cass missed all of the speeches and hooplah as she was too busy taking advantage of the free food. Girl was looking a little thin, so those two hamburgers she demolished would help.