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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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?

[dragon_empath]

And get nagged by my so-called 'family'?

[Actually they're not so bad. At least they leave him alone. Still not the same as the park, though.]