Jaime flashed a thumbs-up before turning and starting to get a bit more height over the park. He intercepted a channel some of the volunteers were using on their walkie-talkies to give the head's-up and ask for preference before veering as asked.

The stage area hadn't been picked at much, perhaps if only because of a leeriness to be that close to a likeness of the troublemaker who put it all together. Jaime hadn't heard what was to become of the thing; himself, he kind of hoped it'd get torn down. It probably reminded too many people of a bad time and some substantial loss...And anyway, other people could stage it up, yeah? But at the same time...Use what you got, he'd heard talk before. He flew over the structure to a patch of cracked and downed trees. I guess oak doesn't like to rock that hard...

"So far, I've just been told to try moving the bigger stuff to where the tree shredders and dump trucks are stationed," he told the other Beetle as they drew near. "The stuff that's too scrappy or in too many pieces get to just sit tight so, like...nobody gets beamed in the head with falling branches and whatnot."