Ahhh, the part we all like best about attending a convention. The line to get in!

Use this as your character's entrance post! Describe how they got to the Con, who they were with! Banter! Split off to other threads, here!


The setting is as follows:

The foyer of the Convention hall is an enormous glass and steel latticed structure that gives off a feeling of open air and a sense of being almost lost. Luckily, there is a series of velvet ropes snaked around the large open hall that guide you toward the ticket booth and basic pass collection tables.

Too important to wait in the long line? Filthy rich enough to afford a VIP pass? Assisting in a panel? You get to walk right on up to the express line, in which refreshments are waiting, and your special pass is laid out with your name on it! Go you!

Special pass or mundane entry, either way, you still have to wait in line!

His metallic gold boots clopped across the convention floor with a sound discordant to the one someone might have expected. While the boots looked like metal, there was no clank clank clank from walking. No heavy footsteps. It sounded like someone were just out for a stroll.

The rest of the armor gleamed, Golden. A big chest, sharp-looking shoulder guards that jutted out at the sides. A helmet with a face like a roaring lion, with fur and mane spiking out at all angles. Two ear points, high on the helm like bat ears. He held a long black and gold foam sword over one shoulder, Shard’s singular prop. The costume was a classic, GARO the golden knight.

He made a beeline for the fast line, and waited. He was speaking later today. Shin had a good feeling about the questions and answers panel. He’d been persuaded to do it by people at the mansion. If it were anything like his conversation with Mal, it would be fun!

“Toss a cred to your Mando! Oh, valley of Plenty~!”

The line stretched for ages. Directly ahead of the brown-haired girl and the orange-haired boy, a man dressed like a bard serenaded the man dressed like Boba Fett with a boxy stringed instrument. The Fett was dressed like Fett, but a nicer armored Fett... whatever that meant.

The brunette knew Star Wars, but she was unfamiliar with a nice armor Fett. And the markings were off.

Her hair was braided and tied in a bun atop her head. Her costume was pants and shirt and vest, in a lot of browns and greens. Forest costume Princess Leia, from return of the Jedi.

Her companion wore an outfit similar to Indiana Jones, from the first movie. The one about the Nazis and the Ark. The brunette was proud of their costumes. She had helped make them.

Did she know what a bard was? No. The fool singing to the Fett-not-Fett was just a guy with dark hair, dressed richly with a weird stringed instrument. The brunette did not get the reference. She got why he was not dancing around the ‘Mando’ man, though. If he had capered like the fool he was, he might have lost his place in line. And that would be suicide, at the lengths they were dealing with.

No, she did not get many of the references. Her scope was fairly limited. She got the man dressed as Luke Skywalker, with his baby dressed as Yoda on his back. ‘Empire Strikes Back, but Baby rides it,’ she thought.

The brunette got the fat man in the orange jumpsuit. And the numerous Vaders... though not the pink one. Odd. But she was mystified by mystics like Gandalf and Dumbledore. Ron Weasely and some bald man in a motorized hover chair. All the men in brown coats, and the kids doing strange dances in ever stranger clothing. Or the suit of gold armor. No, she missed much. But she enjoyed it all. Even... even if her face stayed relatively mild and inexpressive.

She was with the convention with her Cowboy, and they would do this right. They would have the fun.

Javier had been inside the building since before the doors actually opened. Having a booth in the merchandise hall had its perks, even if it was horribly expensive. He hoped it would pay off. They were expecting a lot of people over the week, and he had been working for months, building up enough stock to show off at the event.

Javier himself was almost underdressed for the occasion - at first sight, anyway. When Booker came up with the idea, he thought it was way too on the nose, but his boyfriend convinced him it was an "inside joke" type thing, and the people who needed to get it would get it. So, unlike his usual dapper self, Javier was dressed in a plaid shirt, a lab coat and glasses, and was wearing a name tag with a science corporation logo that read Dr. Truce Tanner. Booker was greatly amused.

Talking about Booker: as official help at the booth, he was also allowed to come in early and help set up. He'd promised to model some of the cosplay pieces Javier had created (even threatened to dress up in a very skimpy Crypt Robber outfit), but they had an agreement that they would both do their own thing over the week whenever they wanted. Booker was likely to visit a lot more panels and nerd out, while Javi was comfortable with staying at the booth and letting the nerding out come to him, and the costumes he'd designed.

Adjusting his fake glasses, he stood around, waiting for the people to start trickling in.

It was her first convention but Cora had embraced her nerdier side...just this once. She was dressed in black leather, complete with combat boots, fake gun holsters, and a fake black eye patch. She opted out of the wig, her own natural Mohawk more than punk enough for the sharp shooting character, and had she come with anyone else...honestly, this costume would have been ridiculously hot, and not just in the eye catching way.

She managed to drag Sam with her, and dressed him as the half-hot half-cold anime character Todoroki. It took a lot of effort to get him to stay still for the makeup, but between that and the wig it was recognizable enough to not have to force him into anything too crazy. Plus, it seemed to be pretty cold around her with him following, and there was a decent space in the line where the chill kept following. Cora smirked at him, a slight feeling he was intentionally driving people back.

Sauntering up and collecting their badges, she handed one to Sam and they made their way into the rest of the convention. [continued]