FANPORT OVERFLOW LOG

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WHO: ImPorts!
WHERE: Heropa's Convention Centre.
WHEN: April 14-16, from 9 AM - 12 AM every day.
WHAT: Registration is in motion alongside FanPort, the most popular imPort convention around! Come on in and see imPort-led panels, the artist's alley, cosplayers, and more! If you have any questions, or wish to amend the way we have written up your characters' panels, let us know here! The original log can be found HERE.
WARNINGS: None anticipated; please let us know if this should be changed.

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JOJO'S BIZARRE CATCH ALL

[fistofthejoestar]

[starters for anyone who'd like to tag in now.]

Ken

[fistofthejoestar]

[from here]

N...ot exactly, this time.

[he does his best to keep most of the uneasiness out of his expression, but Jonathan is a terrible liar and his body betrays him every time - there's no hiding the way his ears flare an impressive scarlet.]

They were more interested in some of my other work...and some more personal things.

[one might think that he was dancing around the subject because of Ken's age, but no - this is all genuine mortification on Jonathan's end. it's a little endearing, all things considered.]

[amadaman]

Ah... [As Jonathan blushes and mumbles, Ken trots along beside him and watches. He really is an interesting person. And an entertaining one to watch, too. He thinks Dipper might be the only other person to sputter as much as he does.

... He can drop the subject, he thinks, for the poor man's sake.]

It must be hard. Well, I can keep people off your back for a little while.

[fistofthejoestar]

[you can tell by the way his shoulders droop a little that he's grateful for the relative change in subject. there's a large contingent of his friends who would have pressed the issue to watch him squirm, and while it's a part of their personalities he finds endearing that doesn't mean he's excited to suffer through it all the time.]

Ah, well, it makes them happy. I don't think it's really fair to say it's a hardship for me to give them a little of my time.

[even if he's intensely mortified throughout most of it...well, he's on a break now. it's all fine.]

Have you been enjoying yourself so far? Your outfit's quite spectacular.

[amadaman]

I think you're okay with giving them your time, but their attention seems overwhelming. I think you can afford to be kinder to yourself, Jonathan-san.

But, ah, thank you. [He tugs on the skirt of his dress.] I'm dressed up with a friend of mine today. She's with some other friends now, so I'm wandering around too.

[fistofthejoestar]

[he probably could be - he's been told that he needs to think about himself more from members of his own family. it's just difficult to do, even he's keeping it in mind. when the people around him are happy, Jonathan is happy. it's difficult to remember that he deserves that feeling as well.

it's also difficult to not do what he always does when a problem crops up: shoulder the burden alone. at least right now it's harmless and mostly due to his genuine excitement to hear about Ken's adventures thus far.]

Is that so? You'll have to send me a picture of you two together, I'd like to see the full effect.

[if Joseph were still here he might even consider asking Ken for some tips on the crossdressing aspect...but thankfully he doesn't have to embarrass himself to be a fantastic grandpa now.

(he still misses it, honestly)]

I haven't gotten very far beyond the food court just yet, so I'm afraid I don't have as much to relate unless you want to hear about the state of sweets here.

[amadaman]

Oh. Do you want to see...? We already took a few. It's on my phone--

[His phone, which is in the pocket they sewed into his dress. Ken was adamant about that. It takes some fishing around but as they walk, he'll pull out his phone and start poking through it for the photo.]

And I think I am sort of hungry. Which sweets do you recommend?

[fistofthejoestar]

If it's not too much trouble, yes.

[Jonathan sort of. ducks and bobs for a moment or two as he tries to mentally work out what the etiquette of phone picture sharing is before deciding that leaning down to loom over him as he searches out a nice one is probably in bad taste.]

As for the sweets...well, I was unfairly partially to anything with my or my great-grandson's name on it, but I suppose that's a given. Among the other things I was fond of the Pixie Sticks, that funnily shaped cotton candy, and - oh, yes! There was a stall where they'd let you decorate sundaes to look like people.

[Jonathan how long did you spend in the refreshment area...]

Mewtwo

[fistofthejoestar]

[from here]

[don't wade out there any further, friend. that way lies only madness.

he makes a faintly thoughtful noise at the question, chewing for a moment or two on his Joestarfruit while he ponders the proper answer. Jonathan has been shoveling a lot of sweet things into his mouth today; it's a bit difficult to rank them on the spot.]

I think the sweetest thing I've had so far has been the Pixie Sticks - although I still haven't gone through everything just yet.

[from the way he phrases that, however, he apparently intends to before the convention is over.]

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[He doesn't need to wade out there again, he got his self plushie that's all he needs.

And wow, this guy's legitimately thinking about this question. Not what he expected.]

pixie sticks.

[He's already scouting them out for confirmation.]

I'm tasting everything I can. I might as well take something from this.

[fistofthejoestar]

[apparently it's named after a heroine here, although Jonathan's never spoken with the alleged Pixie. he's happy enough that her namesake seems to be almost exclusively sugar.]

Were you not particularly eager to attend the convention, then?

[there's no judgement in the question, merely good-natured curiosity. he can imagine that a lot of people here came out of some morbid need to see the spectacle or were perhaps dragged by friends.]

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[Everyone seems to have odd names...names like Mewtwo. His name doesn't feel out of place as usual.]

I was told there was informative panels. I didn't realize everything else.

[Couldn't be typed with a flatter look.]

at least I got something out of it.

[fistofthejoestar]

[pfffft. ah, it's lucky that his sympathy outweighs the amusement. a lesser person probably would have burst out laughing over everything that look said.]

I'm glad you found a way to enjoy yourself all the same. [he takes another bite of his froyo, unable to resist sweets sitting right in front of him for too long] Although I do think this entire event is rather informative, I doubt many people share the sentiment.

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[Your kindness has saved you from any future plans for revenge.]

you have to find something eventually.

they do have several enlightening topics.

[AKA he sat through dog adoption panels.]

[fistofthejoestar]

[Jonathan was at that panel too; he approves greatly of Mewtwo's tastes.]

Everyone's truly put forth as much effort as they could into all this. I think everyone can at least appreciate that.

Junpei

[fistofthejoestar]

[from here]

[Jonathan shakes his head with a smile, gently but insistently pressing the two unopened boxes into Junpei's hands.]

To tell you the truth, I haven't met any of these people aside from you and Ken yet. This way we both get to have a little fun.

[he gets to share in the thrill of blind box opening, and Junpei gets two extra shots at himself for free. there really wasn't anything better than that in his mind.]

[homerunning]

[Johnathan, you are too good for this world. Junpei looks up at him, grey eyes large as those boxes get shoved into his hands gently, but reassuringly. It's not often he gets something like this so willingly, or without strings attached.]

Uh..T-Thanks, dude. You...didn't have to, really.

[But he won't refuse it, either, slotting one box in the crook of his elbow, while starting to open up the other.]

[fistofthejoestar]

[get used to it, Junpei, because this is how friendship with Jojo Prime is going to be for the rest of forever.]

Perhaps not, but I'm glad to do it all the same.

[what use was there in doing something purely out of obligation, anyway? kindnesses lost their luster that way, politeness felt stale...if there was no sincerity, there was hardly any point. it's what Jonathan thought anyway.

not that any of it mattered now. he carefully pops Ken and Koromaru back into their box and then into his merch bag before giving his attention over entirely into the unboxing. you'd think he was opening it himself with how anticipatory he looks.]

[homerunning]

[You're like the strange eccentric dad who doesn't know how to use a facebook that he never had, Johnathan. And it shows in the small smile he gives as he opens it, already feeling like something's different about this one. He can't explain why--maybe Johnathan was good luck in some ways...or maybe he was just the bad luck for picking those ones earlier.

Either way, when the box opens, out falls...


Mitsuru.


Not the one he was hoping for, but some light does shed on those gray eyes. It's not Minato, and that means the other one could still be it.]


Heh, you know, she doesn't look as menacing when she's like this.

[fistofthejoestar]

[come on in, Junpei, the weird clusterfuck of a Joestar family tree that Jonathan has somehow found himself dadding regardless of relation has more than enough room for a few more.]

Is that a design flaw or an improvement?

[a little gentle teasing to suit the atmosphere. Junpei seems to be enjoying himself even without the success just yet, and that's enough for him.]

[homerunning]

Well, whatever it is, I certainly can live with it. Look how cute she is!~

[He smiles, reaching over to tuck her right next to the Minato(s) in his jacket.]

Okay...



Last one.

Josuke | Artist's Alley

[unbreaker]

[From here!]

Oh, come on! [Josuke grabs Jonathan's arms and tries to tug his head free of the hold the bigger man's gotten on him.] You can't tell me it doesn't look like an angry wrestler! Have you even seen your Stand?

[Because Josuke has, and whenever he gets a good look at it, and it looks at him, it looks ready to chew iron and spit nails! Though...he probably asks for it.

He gives another futile tug before sighing and waving a hand at the artist watching them with mild amusement.]

Hey, it's got a huge head, too! It's like whoosh!

[And he squirms to get his hands around Jonathan's arms to indicate just how big!]

[fistofthejoestar]

How is it any larger than yours?

[Jonathan's mystification at this second attempt to help seems sincere, although he can't help but wonder if it's that headlock cutting off circulation to Josuke's brain. he doesn't even know what a modern wrestler is, dude.

clearly the answer is to just let him flail about with whatever he's trying to accomplish by feeling up his great-granddad's biceps and gently place a free hand over his mouth. this is the most gentlemanly path available for sure.]

Josuke | Ball Pit

[unbreaker]

[From here!]

[JONATHAN YOU GIANT SHIT

but seeing as how talking (unless he wants a mouthful of plastic balls who knows how many people have been handling!) is out of the question, and yanking Jonathan down by his cape has failed miserably!

Josuke kicks the older man in the shin and, while he's distracted (if he even felt it sakfdjasgh) tries to get an arm around his waist to tug him down!]

gentle places this back ┬──┬◡ﾉ(° -°ﾉ)

[fistofthejoestar]

[WHERE DO YOU THINK THE REST OF THE FAMILY GETS IT FROM

Jonathan honestly barely feels the little baby kick, but it succeeds in distracting him all the same. while looking to see what might have jostled him (maybe the pool was deflating further) he assumes Josuke's arm around his waist is more flailing until it's too late; with a soft shout of surprise he finds himself going down instead.

unfortunately (fortunately?) even now he's too stubborn to release his grip on Josuke, so instead of freeing his great-grandson the move just ends up pushing him down even more and tangling them up in some ungainly mess. awesome.]