So, you wanna show off? Mayfield Talent Contest!

[rock_breeder]

[The park. Nice and comfy.  And Brock is sitting at a table, taking applications for the Talent Show.  Anyone can join, and he's looking forward to seeing what people can show off! He's got a stack of pies sitting next to him for the best act.]

Crooo....

What? You think we should have advertised it better?  It'll be fine! People walk by the park

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[1_21jigawatts]

Eh? What's going on here?

[rock_breeder]

Well, there was gonna be a talent show held here...

I guess I'm not too great at organizing these sorts of things...

[1_21jigawatts]

What kind of stuff are you considering as talents?

[rock_breeder]

Well, let me ask you something. What's the one thing you know you're best at?

[motheringnation]

[Walking by.]

Oh, what's going on?

[rock_breeder]

Consider it a show of talent, for all citizen of Mayfield to show us how they shine differently from the rest!

[motheringnation]

[Nods, wondering if Mr. Norway knows about this.]

What sort of talent do you mean?

[rock_breeder]

Well...anything, really! Whatever you're best at, this is a place to show it off.

[deaths_heritor]

. . . And what are you up to here?

[rock_breeder]

This is the talent show, of course!

...of course...

No one's really showed up.

[deaths_heritor]

A talent show? I hadn't heard of this. And are you one of the mindless monsters or do you happen to be a real person?

[rock_breeder]

I'm pretty sure I mentioned it over the phone last week...

And I'm real, I'm real, don't worry.

[buildstherobots]

[Dist the Rose does not miss a date once he sets it.

He also loves being unnecessarily flashy. So, rather than showing up alone, he's walked the Kaiser all the way through the town and over to the park, where he settles it next to the table and opens the cockpit.]

This is your event?

[rock_breeder]

You actually showed up! All right. I think you're the first contestant, actually.

...What's that thing behind you?

[buildstherobots]

[Oh, Brock. Don't get him started.]

This?

[He grins broadly.]

This is the Kaiser.

[rock_breeder]

[Brock is not known for not being curious.]

Kaiser, huh...It looks like a steel-type...

So, what does it do, then?

have an audience instead of a contestent?

[dragon_empath]

[Brock. You are under Lance's tree. He's finally well enough to climb things again, and some idiot sits right under his tree? He'd have told the man off, but then he realises who it is and if it's the Brock he remembers he really can't be bothered for either the shock-horror 'you!' or the stupidly heroic forgiveness.]

[Still, he shouldn't sit still for so long, and his shoulder's starting to go stiff. That and the fact the few 'acts' that have been past have been painful to watch, even if the fact that no one's showing up is amusing enough to make up for it. Have some rustling leaves as he tries, surreptitiously, to stretch.]

[rock_breeder]

...Lance?

Long time no see! What are you doing here?

[dragon_empath]

[Godammit.]

Trying to sleep.

[rock_breeder]

Sleep? Here? Didn't the town give you a house?