[b]John, Zarahk[/b]

The loud announcement had sent unpleasant pulses of vibrations through him, making the large statue shudder. He probably wasn't going to get used to that. It was like trying to get used to nails on a chalkboard. Reaching up to tug his hood forward, John followed Simon into the crowd, but turning towards the stadium. rather than to the club stands. Between them, he would likely have the easier time of it, going with the flow.
"Come on, we need to get to the assembly while there is seating!" John yelled over his shoulder towards Zarahk.
John moved into the flowing crowd and was swept along with it. The advantage of being big was that he himself was in no danger of being stepped on, but it was just as hard trying [i]not[/i] to step on them. Eventually the crowd stopped pushing as he worked his way deeper into the seats, and eventually John was able to break off from the main column of people, going up the stairs to sit towards the back of the stadium. It was the best position in his opinion, with a nice wall to lean on, in the direct sunlight, warm even through his layers.... so nice... he slumped sideways a bit.