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Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ax-vsT3DyXc My stomach rumbles again, Slightly louder this time. Audibly so, in fact. The group laughs at this and then begins to head off. With the implication being that we’ll join them… Well, why not. We walk back through the merchandise tables, Leaving the convention center, At least for a brief period of time. The guy from before is still outside managing the purchase of entry tickets. But he is either too busy managing the proceedings of the day to notice me… Or more likely just doesn’t care since the panel happened without complaints. That’s one less person to worry about, I suppose. The hotel in question isn’t too far. In fact it’s the hotel next to mine. The one I passed by while walking towards the convention center. We all head up to the second floor of the hotel and stand outside one of the rooms, As Natalie… Which is to say the girl dressed in the red costume, Fumbles around in her overly intricate outfit. Looking for the pocket in which she keeps her keycard. “I’d be annoyed...” she says, turning to Monica for a second before opening the door, “But frankly i’m just glad you went to the trouble of having pockets at all.” She opens the door and inside… Is a mess. Well, that’s being a bit uncharitable… It’s a hotel room with two beds but it’s clear that every possible space has been used for sleeping. The last desperate resort of college kids and twenty somethings who don’t want to pay for two rooms… And are good at telling the hotel they want a single room for two with a straight face. Suitcases lay open all over the place. With clothing for the next few days clearly visible. There’s a long foldable plastic table that’s clearly been marked as the one for eating. As the actual table has been taken over by a whole bunch of costuming materials and tools. The fridge, you are pretty sure is filled to bursting, and is only staying closed via the heroic efforts of a “servant” of the duct tape class. The cosplayers look positively mortified. Bill volunteers a statement. “Oh right… We were so busy trying to just get to the con that we kinda forgot to clean up.” It… It isn’t unhygienic or anything, but i’m kind of feeling a bit claustrophobic. Assassin seems mixed on whether he’s regarding it with all the fondness of an intimate scene between beloved comrades, Or remembering that even Hades kept his most gloomy of kingdoms in a neat and tidy fashion. Bill and Monica set about trying to make the room at least a little bit presentable, At least putting the most obvious messes back in suitcases. Rab sets the dining table, Lawrence carefully opens up the refrigerator, And both him and Natalie quickly rush to move a large number of metal trays of food to be heated up, Two people, as it turns out are necessary because the alternative is having all the food collapse onto the floor. Compared to my preparations these people are on another level entirely. Although I suppose they’d have to be given that there were preparations made for 4 people… And apparently with the possibility of guests on top of that? Me and Assassin just take to the table since we would only get in the way. It seems to all be very well planned, despite the chaos. I also motion for him to take off his mask, as I lift up my hood. He looks at me as though to make 100% sure, before agreeing to do so. There’s no avoiding it. The alternative would be… To have him eat through the mask? Or something that would be really hard to explain. Better to just let them notice and have a good alibi. Eventually, everyone filters back to the table, Bringing the food with them. A garden salad made with lettuce, tomatoes, onions, cucumbers, carrots and some kind of raspberry vinaigrette. Some kind of dip that I hesitate to guess at given that it is several layers deep, though likely involving beans, cream cheese… salsa? And a whole bunch of spices. There are of course a whole bunch of chips to go along with this. Various kinds of soft drinks reminiscent of coke and orange soda, But slightly different tasting due to being brand name. And baked tilapia with a whole lot of lemon butter. As we eat lunch, I introduce myself, And “Ozzy” here. Namely that we’re both still in school, But Ozzy just got hooked on anime, I’d been trying to get him to watch something for years… But that was besides the point. He gets hooked on Saint Seiya, the little Greek mythology nerd. And he just had to come and see fan culture for himself. Natalie, In between a joke about how it was a shame for everyone that Ozzy felt the need to keep his face hidden, (To which Assassin, predictably, does not react.) Stated that it was funny because Rab had pretty much the same deal. “Hey, point of order here! I’m not that dense, I just couldn’t watch anything up until this point. Big difference!” Huh. You say that you’re kind of curious about that. Or to be more accurate how everybody else got to be here. Well, they all sort of know each other from growing up, Although they’re a little more varied in age than this would usually imply. Natalie’s in her senior year of college, Monica’s been doing a lot of temp work in offices while she builds up a bit of money, But wants to try breaking into selling costumes full time. After all, they seemed to be a pretty big hit with most of the people who saw them! Bill does accounting for a nonprofit organization, And Lawrence programs. Natalie chimes in once again: “And therefore, he make as much as the rest of us combined!” Rab is kind of the odd one out as they just got out of a kind of messed up home situation with their dad. “It wasn’t… okay, he was super religiously pagan and it was a bit of a strict environment, but he managed to raise three kids well enough. I’ll still say that i’m glad i’m out now, though.” I can see that Assassin is preparing to ask just who was worshipped at those shrines, But I tell him that it’s probably really rude given the circumstances and that he should, y’know... Try a little harder to read the room. Instead I shift the topic of discussion back to anime. … Well of course they’re all RWBY fanatics. I’m not really sure what I was expecting given the outfits. Even the one who just started watching has really high praise for it. Beyond that it varies a lot. In fact, one might go so far as to say that none of them can agree on a particular show, And there’s a bunch of friendly tossing about it. At which point Rab comments that I seemed to be pretty familiar with Gundam, Given that I talked about it during the costume contest. I try to hide my embarassment but after a bit I start talking and talking... Until eventually Lawrence hands me a glass of water suggesting that maybe I had a little bit too much soda to drink. Well, I learned some useful things here. This Rab person definitely seems suspicious compared to the rest of them. Which fits with what Assassin indicated. But, even so it’s “sensibly” weird… At least by convention standards. And more importantly, i’m still not sure what to make of the rest of the group, Which could be the bigger problem in this case. (Still trying to figure out where to go from here, vote-wise.) Jossar fucked around with this message at 01:11 on Feb 9, 2019 |
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