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Flag for Aotearoa [New Zealand]: land of the long white cloud...

The first night of the festival was over, and Cloud had spent most of the day trying to sleep it off. Of course, int he last City, he’d developed a rather haphazard sleep schedule - if you could call it that. He’d more or less learned how to be awake or asleep at any given time.

This was both a blessing and a curse.

By the time he dragged himself back outside in the late afternoon, preparations for the second night of celebration was already well underway; the only reason he hadn’t stayed in bed longer was because of the sound of drills. he had no idea what was going to happen - and he planned to get some sleep between now and when things actually got started - but for now, he might as well help out.

On the other hand, he had no idea where to get started. So he picked out the first person who didn’t look too busy - if anything, he looked more like he was in some kind of supervisory position over all of the nearby workers - and looked around, a little bit blearily. Unusual for him to still be tired like this, but it wasn’t exactly his choice.