Vertin: Desert Flannel's dizziness is in remission. She's already well enough to deal with her business on the fax machine. Will it do harm to her physical condition?
Ezra: Ms. Desert Flannel is only experiencing a very mild reaction. She can move around freely, and it is recommended for her to do so. Ms. Spathodea, on the contrary ...
Vertin: She's not even awake.
Ezra: No. But her body temperature and her arcanum level are getting stable now. She should wake up in any minute.
Vertin: Is it because she took part in too many events in the Stadium?
Ezra: That's right. She has to stay in bed for the next three days.
Ezra: As well as Ms. Regulus and Mr. APPLe. I have asked Ms. Bunny to send them the medicine. If everything went well, they should have woken up by now ...
Bunny Bunny: Dr. Ezra, I'm back!
The bunny girl pops out from between the crack in the door.
Bunny Bunny: Both Mr. APPLe and Ms. Regulus are awake now, so I gave them some medicine! But ... Ms. Ulu is still in a coma ...
Ezra: Don't worry, Ms. Ulu is different to the other unconscious arcanists. She was weakened by the long sleep, while the other arcanists lost consciousness because of external factors.
Ezra: Look, this is their physiological data in the last three hours.
Ezra: Many arcanists have told us that their physical abilities were improved as they entered the Stadium. They felt they were in a refreshed state like they had a good sleep or rested properly.
Ezra: But after they competed in 4 to 6 different games, or the average sporting time exceeded 3.5 hours, they would feel dizzy, as if they had consumed too much alcohol.
Vertin: And these symptoms were relieved soon after they left the Stadium.
Bunny Bunny: Ah, you mean ... people are in oblivion because of that ... Stadium?
Bunny Bunny: If that place is so dangerous, is it possible to hold the Games again?
Ezra: I think this is why in the past, athletes were only allowed to compete in three different sports. As long as we stick with the same rule, the safety of our athletes shouldn't be problematic.
Bunny Bunny: Oh! I got it! So this place is just as safe as the club I work in! As long as we ain't breaking the rules, nothing will happen!
Bunny Bunny: Like how the bodyguards and I take care of our club, the rule and special medicine made by Ms. Ezra will protect the Uluru Stadium!
Vertin: ...
Ezra: Ms.?
Bunny Bunny: Oh? What's wrong, Ms. Ezra?
Ezra: Ms. Bunny, but you see ... I'm not a Ms.
Bunny Bunny: Huh?
Bunny Bunny slowly tilts her head.
Bunny Bunny: You are funny, Ms. Ezra. Please stop teasing me. What else can you be except a lady? A gentleman?
Vertin: Ezra is indeed a he.
Bunny Bunny: ... Huh?
The bunny girl's voice starts to sound hesitant.
Spathodea: A-A HE?!
Ezra: Aah! Ms. Spathodea, you're awake! Here, take this water and the nutrition supplement capsule.
Spathodea: No no no no, NOOOO ...
Spathodea, hands trembling, pushes away the pills and water.
Spathodea: You-You're a boy? When did you ... turn into a boy?
Ezra: Yes, I'm a boy. I was a boy when I was born, and I have been that way since.
Spathodea: What? Wait ... Wh-What? Why did you lie to me?! Why did you say you were a ... Wait, you never said you were a girl ...
Ezra: Wait, Ms. Spathodea, please don't grab me so tightly.
Desert Flannel: Hey ya, I'm back ... Emm? What happened?
Desert Flannel: Our little Spathodea looks completely absent-minded, arms around her knees, and Missy Ezra here is holding her forehead and looks ... overwhelmed?
Spathodea: She ... Um, he! He is not a "missy"! He's a buddy!
Desert Flannel: Aah ... Buddy Ezra? So what, boy or girl, is that such a big deal?
Desert Flannel waves the papers around and puts them on the table in front of Spathodea.
Desert Flannel: Nothing is more important than this!
Spathodea: "Dear Ms. Vertin, I am glad to hear from you ..."
Desert Flannel: No no, not that one. That's for Vertin ... from some guy called Slouch Hat.
She fishes out a page out of the pile in Spathodea's hand and throws it to Vertin.
Vertin: Oh, thank you. He's my contact in Australia. We've been writing letters these days.
Spathodea: So what am I supposed to look at then? This one?
Spathodea: Large-scale Event Application Form ... Alice Springs Government ... Oh! This is! This is that thing!
Desert Flannel: Haha! Yeees! We just need to go to the City Hall, fill in the form, and submit it! Then we're ready to have our Uluru Games!
Spathodea: What are we waiting for then? Let's hit the road!
She throws back the covers and leaps out of the bed.
Ezra: No! Ms. Spathodea! You haven't fully recovered. You need to rest!
Spathodea: I'm not feeling that bad ... Actually I'm feeling really good! That's right—reeeally good!
The little girl grips the arm of her doctor and gives him a rough shake.
Spathodea: The City Hall is not like a no man's land. We're just going there to fill in some forms. They won't hurt me, okay? O-kay?
Ezra: No ... NO. This time is different.
The doctor tries to stay solid as a rock amidst the storm of shaking.
Ezra: This is not like what happened before, Ms. Spathodea!
Ezra: I'm your doctor, and I'm responsible for your health. I can't let you leave my sight.
Spathodea: Your sight ... Your sight ... Oh! Got it!
Spathodea stopped shaking but began pulling hard instead.
Spathodea: You can come with me! C'mon, c'mon!
Spathodea: Time waits for no man. Our Summer Games are about to start!
Ezra: Wa-Wait ... Whaaah!
The kids disappear at the end of the hallway, their yells and shouts lingering a little longer.
Bunny Bunny: Whoa ... Ms. Spathodea is surely a good runner, even faster than the potion-drunk Ms. Sotheby ...
Desert Flannel: OK, since the doctor and the patient are both happy, I, the event assistance producer, am also hitting the road!
Desert Flannel: Wait for our good news!
Desert Flannel: What are these? And this?! Look, I know English, but I don't understand any of the things written here.
Desert Flannel: What is "Northern Territory Event Security Law"? And what is "Type III Field Safety Certification"?
Desert Flannel: I think I will just go with C here for Event Types. That's what looks closest to the Uluru Games, since they're both two-word phrases ...
Spathodea: Maybe, let's just go with that one.
Spathodea: I always go with C when I have no idea what I'm reading ...
Desert Flannel buries her head in her hands, wailing, while Spathodea keeps biting her pencil.
Bunny Bunny: Mass Event Application, Fire Escape Plan ... Ms. Spathodea, does the Stadium have a fire escape?
Spathodea: ... Not in Flammy's memory. Let me check Spathodea's ... Alright, I have no idea at all. The sports are all that I care about ...
Bunny Bunny: Well ... I'm just gonna write down an "unknown" here ...
Ezra: ...
Ezra: You ...
Desert Flannel: How are ya, my grumpy little friend? Finally made up your mind to help?
Ezra opens and shuts his mouth, shaking his head roughly.
At ease as he seems, deep down he is like a cat on hot bricks.
Ezra: No ... I have no desire to help a patient who doesn't care about her own health. You are on your own.
Government Staff: City Government Service Center, District B, Window 13 at your service. Thanks for your waiting. Your form will be exami- ...
Government Staff: ...
Desert Flannel: Oh, great, she stopped. What happened?
Spathodea: That's not a good look. I've seen that look on Ms. Judy's face. She's my maths teacher ... Whenever she puts on that face ...
Desert Flannel: Yes?
Spathodea: It means "none of your answers are correct!"
Desert Flannel: A-ha ...
Failure.
A sheet of paper stained with ink is returned, and its owners talk to each other, walking away from the service window.
Spathodea: Told you we can't fill "Who knows" in the form ...
Desert Flannel: Who knows you can't write that!
Spathodea: Please check this one.
Government Staff: Yes, Ms. Desert ... I'm sorry, and you are ...
Spathodea: Hellooo! I am Spathodea, the director of the event!
Spathodea: This counter is wayyy too high! Should've let Desert Flannellll talk to you!
Spathodea: But she'ssss feeling sick after reading the form!
Spathodea: Sooooo, I have to do it insteaaaad!
Government Staff: ... I will prepare a stool for you. Please stop jumping.
Another failure.
Her form failed, that is true, but at least she gets a stool to step onto.
Spathodea: Ugh! Yes, with this stool, I don't have to jump up again and again!
Spathodea: Here's the form we revised. Please check it!
Government Staff: ... Alright.
Government Staff: You've submitted the Arcanist Gathering Registration Form, the Mass Events Application Form, and the Desert Areas Gathering Application Form.
Government Staff: Your application will be in the approval process very soon.
Spathodea: Gosh, YESSS! I'd go crazy if I had to fill in them again!
Spathodea: I've never experienced such pain. We cried on each other's shoulder several times!
Government Staff: Same for me.
Spathodea: I'm sorry?
Government Staff: It's nothing. But please take a look here at the second half of the Sports Game Process & Events Application Form. Most of the events of your application have been confirmed not approved.
Government Staff: If you want to add them to the Uluru Games, an independent application for each event's security permissions is required.
Spathodea: How can I get the permissions then?
Forms. More forms. Indigestible forms.
Government Staff: You need to fill in these forms and take live photos for the events you want to apply for.
What a miserable piece of news.
Spathodea: Ughhhh.
Ezra: Excuse meeee, please, give me the foooorms!
Another tiny figure jumps up from under the counter.
Ezra: I'll take caaaaare of them.
Ezra: Let the giiiirls ... leave and rest ...!
Spathodea: Ezra ...
All the miserable tears suddenly change into tears of joy. She gives him a bear hug.
Ezra: Mmm?!
Spathodea: Gosh, that's so kind of you! You are the kindest person of all the kind people I know! Thank you, Ezra!
Spathodea: I can't promise I'll stay in bed for the next three days, but-but I'll take the medicines in time! No hesitation!
Ezra: No worries, Spathodea. I've also learned something today.
The little researcher helplessly smiles, his face pale.
Ezra: That is, it pains me more to see people suffer than to endure my own suffering. I prefer to give them a hand.
Ezra: Please leave the paperwork to me. I can jump to reach the counter.
Government Staff: Stool. Take another stool over there.
Ezra: Ah. Yes. Jumping for too long would cause irreversible damage to my meniscus. Thank you so much!
Behind the glass, the exhausted receptionist finally shows a smile of relief.
Ulu: The Games and Flammy woke me up when I was still a small flame a millennia ago. They made me fanatic and crazy.
Ulu: How amazing, my young friend. I'm just like the present me when I talk to you.
Vertin: What do you mean "the present me"?
Ulu: An old flame that has been burning for over a thousand years.
Ulu: You are smart, and your ideas are fun. I've been paying attention to you when I was still a small flame. Looks like you have a lot of expectations for the Uluru Games.
Ulu: Sometimes it feels like ... you care about the Games even more than Flammy does.
Vertin: I do have hopes for it. My wish to revive the Games is stronger than Ezra's, and my expectations for it are higher than Spathodea's.
Vertin: After all, we're in a different age now, which means we can achieve much more than a sports game.
Vertin: But to be honest, I'm impressed by Ms. Spathodea's energy and passion for all these. She's ... Huh? Who are those people by her side?
The little girl excitedly walks on the sand, her hands waving in the air and pointing each part of the space for their usages. Behind her, an engineering team follows.
Spathodea: From here, toooo, here!
Spathodea: I wanna build a neat entrance here. I also need a kiosk and a fridge with drinks!
Repairman: Okay. Our engineer will bring you the suitable sample materials before tomorrow 5 p.m. You can make a choice then.
Repairman: And you will see the architectural drawing tomorrow morning.
Vertin: Spathodea, who are they?
Spathodea: They are engineers from Laplace!
Spathodea: Our buildings don't meet the government's requirements, so we have to repair them.
Spathodea: Ezra called them from Alice Springs, and Laplace seems very supportive. They took the fastest ride and got here in less than an hour!
Ulu: Repair? Will they change the internal structure of the Stadium?
Spathodea: Of course not! There's no way I'd let them do that!
Spathodea: The Uluru Stadium is not a creation of arcanists', but a gift from great nature and its noble spirit. All we will do inside is sweat and let our spirits burn!
Vertin: Wait.
Squeak.
Spathodea: Hmm? I think I just heard something ...
Huff, huff.
Ulu: I heard it too ... It's ...
Bunyip: roars
Spathodea: The Bunyips! And those Thorny Devils! They must have snuck out from the Stadium!
Spathodea: Ugh, darn those tabloids! We're at the center of the storm now! These things just won't let us go, like some cockroaches attracted to an open jar of jam!
Ulu: There are scraps of paper sticking to the corner of their mouths. Is that newspaper?
Ulu: "MAYHEM! REVIVAL SQUAD OF ULURU GAMES IN CITY HALL WITH BUNNY GIRL?! MENTAL BREAKDOWN OF RECEPTIONIST! Exclusive on Australian Nagger ..."
Ulu: Gosh, children ... What have you done out there?!
