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Toronto, Sunday Fandom Time
Aug. 23rd, 2015 11:29 amIt was late October in Toronto. Halloween was right around the corner, and winter was just beyond that. There was a crisp chill in the air outside and the leaves had turned all manner of reds and oranges and yellows, and on his way out of the house on Mapleview, before Lewis had carted any kid from the home who was interested in speaking, or at least watching the proceedings, Sparkle had noticed that the large sugar maple out front looked a little bit like it was on fire, with the brilliant orange cresting up over the group home's roof.
City Hall, on the other hand, was a looming mass of cool grey architecture that put Sparkle half in mind of some of the more understated towers on Coruscant, like Toronto had taken a cue from some long ago galactic civilization they had no idea even existed. The inside, meanwhile, at least tried to look a little warmer, but there was nothing really comforting about having to watch people get up, one at a time, to talk to the city's counselors to try to explain what it was about the current situation that they simply couldn't abide by. Lewis and his kids had been seated in the raised seating on one side of the room, behind the city council seating. The neighbourbood folks who wanted them gone were on the other side of the room, staring hard back at them as one by one, the kids stood to say their piece.
Sparkle kept sitting. He already knew there was nothing he could say that would hold any weight over these people. Nothing in the world he could do that would make even a bit of difference.
So he let Raine talk instead. She was the last one to say her piece, and there wasn't a single thing he could add to any of it that these people would take seriously. Though, funnily enough, the one person on the other side of the argument who might wasn't there.
[OOC: I'm leaving this open for anybody who thinks they might have gotten an invite from Sparkle to show up as moral support to come along and get a feel for the situation. There is a pretty uncomfortable admission from Sparkle's legal guardian about his feelings for Sparkle in there, if you'd rather steer clear. OCD is up, either way.]
City Hall, on the other hand, was a looming mass of cool grey architecture that put Sparkle half in mind of some of the more understated towers on Coruscant, like Toronto had taken a cue from some long ago galactic civilization they had no idea even existed. The inside, meanwhile, at least tried to look a little warmer, but there was nothing really comforting about having to watch people get up, one at a time, to talk to the city's counselors to try to explain what it was about the current situation that they simply couldn't abide by. Lewis and his kids had been seated in the raised seating on one side of the room, behind the city council seating. The neighbourbood folks who wanted them gone were on the other side of the room, staring hard back at them as one by one, the kids stood to say their piece.
Sparkle kept sitting. He already knew there was nothing he could say that would hold any weight over these people. Nothing in the world he could do that would make even a bit of difference.
So he let Raine talk instead. She was the last one to say her piece, and there wasn't a single thing he could add to any of it that these people would take seriously. Though, funnily enough, the one person on the other side of the argument who might wasn't there.
[OOC: I'm leaving this open for anybody who thinks they might have gotten an invite from Sparkle to show up as moral support to come along and get a feel for the situation. There is a pretty uncomfortable admission from Sparkle's legal guardian about his feelings for Sparkle in there, if you'd rather steer clear. OCD is up, either way.]
