FANPORT OVERFLOW LOG

[maskormods]

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.

Comments

[bestsword]

Don't strain yourself accepting a compliment, man. [Tucker's back from his business transaction thankyouverymuch complete with just a little plastic bag to carry his porn in and a grin on his face. Yeah, that's a deal that's going to pay them back in the long-term.]

Listen you can't see it because he's paranoid, but he's pretty damn cute under that helmet.. Best though is when you can get him mad and his voice starts squeaking. It's great.

[stealwithit]

[ Don't worry--Kasumi knows all about secretly being pretty damn cute under helmets (or in her case, hoods). As for Wash's offer--her face lights up. Probably for the wrong reasons, one of them being the fact that she recognizes he's trying to placate her or buy her silence but nah, that ain't gonna work. At least, not ultimately. She'll keep quiet until it's time to strike. ]

I mean--I don't have to know what you guys look like to know that you're a cute couple! And see, he knows how to push your buttons. [ in more way than one, she's sure. ] That's adorable!

[ A beat, then: ] I would love an autograph, though.

[worstever]

Yes, he does. [Wash's voice is bone fucking dry. She's got his number, alright.] And my voice doesn't squeak! [It did just then, dude.

There are no premonitory chills down Wash's back when she squeals about the autograph, but boy, there should be. He is sealing his own fate, here.]

Do you want the signature anywhere in particular? A... [what does he call the self-bound smut leaflets they're mired in over here] ... book?

[He inclines his helmet toward Tucker in a suspicious way that practically yells DON'T YOU DARE SUGGEST ANYWHERE ON HER BODY.]

[bestsword]

You notice he didn't deny that he's cute as hell.

[FOR SHAME, THINKING TUCKER WOULD SUGGEST SUCH A THING. He can't really tell how stacked she is under the cosplay armor, otherwise he would have totally suggested it.]

These are fan comics, some are called doujin, come on Wash, at least try.

[stealwithit]

[ Unfortunately, actual Shepard's hoodie is a few sizes too big and is does not do her body any justice. But the point of the costume was not to attract too much attention, so it's all fine. ]

--Actually, how about a print? [ and she promptly snags one off the table, shooting the vendor a quick look that says promise I'll pay for it. Will she, won't she? It's a mystery. Either way, it's a print of Armor Guy in armor (whoever that is) except it really looks more like a pinup. ]

[worstever]

Right. Doujin. How could I forget.

[Oh, if only he could forget. Worst of all: the grim fucking hi-res glossy poster he's just had brandished at him by this perky -- what do the kids on Metube call it?

Ah, yes. This perky troll.]

I... [Remember, Wash. Remember how important it is to keep the almost embarrassingly gay reality of his life under wraps in this sardine can full of terrifyingly overinvested fans.] Okay. Fine. I can do that.

Do you want your name on it too? [Wash takes the print almost gingerly, like it's going to bite him or something, brandishing a pen he forgot to give back to some other kid asking for a signature (whoops). His almost absurdly neat Agent Washington goes at the top of the page, as far away from any suggestive body parts as possible. Tucker is going to have some smart remark about all of this, he can feel it in his bones. He's just got to make it through the next five minutes of this awkward hell and find a dark hole to die in and then it'll all be over.]