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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[hostage]

Nah, it's okay. My, um...

[Girlfriend? No, not that.]

My assistant's already getting me something. She'll be back any minute.

[Anyway, Jesse's a little embarrassed about looking so weak. He shouldn't have to have other people caring for him. It's kind of his job.]

[shifting]

If you're sure.

[he's not about to press; it pisses Sam off when people do it to him. He is going to sit next to Jesse though, hopping up with a little grunt to be next to him on the stage. The room looks smaller without all the people crowded in it, the walls thin enough that he can hear the muted, excited chatter from people at other panels or passing through the hall. A pretty boring setting for miracles.]

...You done this before? Healed this many people all at once?

[hostage]

[Jesse doesn't mind the company at all, and he gives Sam a small smile that's meant to be reassuring, though it probably doesn't manage to do that much when the rest of him is looking so ill.]

Not this many people. I mighta overdone it a little.

[shifting]

I'm seein' that.

[no offense, but yeah. It's kind of obvious, Jesse.]

You worried 'bout that at all? Or have you always been this popular? [the long lines, the hopeful whispers, the tears streaming down peoples' faces - Sam can't imagine being on the receiving end of all that.]

If you have, I'm a little surprised the insurance companies haven't set a hit-man after you yet.

[hostage]

They might, after today.

[A worthy enemy, the for-profit health insurance complex.]

I ain't too worried. It's kinda hard to kill me, even after all this. I just hope I haven't gotten everybody's expectations too high. I couldn't do something like this every day. Or every week, even. Sometimes I go down to the hospital and cure one or two people who're doing real bad, but... You know. Gotta have a life of my own sometimes.

[shifting]

...That could get hard. Explainin' that to people.

[Sam's not a religious man - he has no tolerance for it - but he knows his Bible stories as well as any boy raised in a Christian household in the South, and he can't help but make some parallels.

They involve mobs.]

But yeah, I hope you're right. Or you've at least got an unlisted number. [a dry laugh, a stab at dark humor.] ...Can't say as I've seen anyone able to heal as fast as you in my world, but we had somethin' that came close. Vampire blood - we called it V. And people, uh. Well, it could be a problem, how eager people got for an instant cure. Any cure.

[hostage]

[Jesse lets out a short laugh, nodding.]

My blood's like that, too, actually. But I been keeping that quiet, 'cause yeah... It's a little bit like telling people I'm made of gold. Right now they think I can only heal people if I wanna do it. If they figure out it's something they can take from me, I don't think it'll be long before everybody tries to get a piece.

[shifting]

Why would you tell me that?

[Sam looks startled, and he is - like Jesse said, that's damn valuable information, and they barely know each other. He'd only been half joking when he suggested insurance company hit-men - someone really could be interested in stopping or taking a power like miracle healing.

But Sam shakes his head, runs a hand through his hair in a shaggy manner - moves on.]

Shit, yeah. I see the danger. 'Least yours doesn't also get people high. [get them addicted, get them horny, give them strength and reflexes and damn weird dreams.]

Hope you've made sure your number's unlisted, at least. [a weak attempt at humor.]

[hostage]

What, are you gonna sell that info?

[The way Jesse's lips twitch when he looks at Sam again, obviously he doesn't think Sam's the type. He's here, after all, babysitting Jesse when he sure as shit doesn't have to.

Anyway, capturing and draining Jesse would be more difficult than it looks.]

I got people who answer my calls for me. Publicist, manager, blah blah blah... Pretty much like being a movie star, except I don't make any money off it. Too bad my blood doesn't get people high. I wouldn't feel so bad about charging if it did.

[Joking? Not joking? Hard to say.]

[shifting]

[given it never even occurred to Sam that info would have monetary value - no, Jesse is definitely safe. It is not beyond Sam to be an asshole, but there is being an asshole and then there is being a human piece of shit, and that's something safely out of reach; he has too much empathy for that.]

'Course not. I'm just sayin' you oughta be careful.

[something the guy probably already knows, but hey, it bears repeating.]

Miracle Worker doesn't quite pay the bills, huh? [having read the comment as a joke.] Well, not without it turnin' you into somethin' else. You do other work when you're not healin' the lame?

- Come to that, if you're ever in the neighborhood you should drop by the De Chima vineyard. I'd say all this effort's at least earned you a complementary glass of wine.

[hostage]

[Sam is really reinforcing Jesse's first impression of him as an all-around nice dude.]

Thanks, man. Yeah, I'll have to come around sometime.

I don't really get up to much else. You know, besides the usual imPort stuff. Used to work at Xavier's but some stuff happened and I guess I just... needed personal time. Or whatever.

[shifting]

'Course. It's not a job I think I'll stick with long-term [if long-term ends up his only option] but it actually is a good vineyard. Worth promotin'.

[Sam cocks his head to the side.]

Xavier's? Don't know that one. What'd you do there?