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.

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[mantlepieces]

Yeah, 'cause a bunch of balls by themselves are any good to anyone. [ He holds up his hands, fingers touching as if he's framing the sight for a photograph. ] Maybe as a shrine to the pathetically lonely.

[ Then he pauses, glancing over at Felix with a sheepish sort of wariness for a moment before he shrugs the question off, pulling a bottle of painkillers from his pocket for a moment. They're in a prescription bottle, but the contents are some mix between that and over-the-counter varieties. ]

I get headaches, you know?

[newwaver]

Well, there we go then. At least there's one valid use for them.

[He looks pleased at the appearance of the bottle, watching it with a sort of pleased curiosity.]

Anything in there with the good kind of side effect?

[mantlepieces]

Right? Can't no one argue against the power of a migraine.

[ Relaxing a little, Reggie grins in a lazy sort of way, less his usual sharp, sassy smirk and more that kind of slightly dislocated leer a mild buzz can bring about. He's certainly all for salvaging what was otherwise a dull, eerie, yet somewhat infuriating day in favor of literally anything that might make the time pass more... well, interestingly. ]

You bet. Why, that worth something to ya?

[ Though he pauses and glances over his shoulder; maybe this isn't the best place to have this sort of conversation. ]

[newwaver]

I could blow you.

[Felix doesn't bother to look around before he says it. That's just the currency he deals in. It's a small miracle he's avoided being arrested during his time as an imPort so far.]

[mantlepieces]

[ Given how quickly Reggie's smile disappears and how deeply red his face becomes, it's clear that wasn't the response he was expecting -- though he hesitates, too, seeming to take at least a moment or two to consider the offer. He'll just attribute that to his own dulled reflexes as opposed to repressed something-or-other, of course, because self-analysis nauseates him and talking to guys that resemble him even slightly is a luxury that surely every narcissist should be entitled to. ]

Well-- [ Clearing his throat, he mutters: ] If you don't got cash you can just say so.

[ He pauses, frowns, then pulls Felix aside, shaking an assortment of pills -- about six or seven -- out into his palm and then holding it out. ]

Here, whatever. Just have some, I don't care.

[newwaver]

[Judging by the way Felix smirks it's not the first time he's scared free pills out of someone with an offer like that. Not that he wouldn't have been happy enough to follow through with it.]

I do. But thank you.

[He picks out a couple of pills and knocks them back, pocketing the rest for later use.]

[mantlepieces]

[ Reggie sneers, popping a couple more pills into his mouth to crunch between his back teeth before he tucks the bottle safely back deep into his pocket. ]

Asshole. [ He sounds mildly amused, no doubt in spite of himself. As if Reggie isn't an asshole, himself. ] This ain't a charity, you know -- I have to buy on a budget 'cause I still only use cash to get my refills.

[ Chew, chew, crunch, crunch... Reggie squints, a little unfocused, then holds out his palm again. ]

So yeah, you're welcome, pretty boy. If you do got cash I think I at least deserve a tip for my generosity.

[newwaver]

I made you an offer. You were the one who so kindly gave them to me free of charge.

[It's not his fault if he was parted from his painkillers so easily.]

But I suppose if you insist on a tip... remind me, what's 20% of nothing?

[mantlepieces]

Yeah, you're a real doll. Does it even count as an offer if it's something I obviously don't go in for?

[ But after a moment he decides he's better off without that question answered, and waves his hand dismissively. ]

Whatever, I'm over it. But don't be such a pain in the ass. [ He swallows what's in his mouth, then raises his eyebrow. ] So, who are you anyway?

[newwaver]

Oh, was it supposed to be obvious? I'm sorry. You looked like you might enjoy it. It must be the hair.

[Maybe it's a question he didn't want answered, but it's one Felix enjoys answering anyway before he allows him to move onto introductions. Or if not enjoys, gets a certain amount of spiteful satisfaction from.]

Felix. There are politer ways to ask, you know.

[mantlepieces]

Of course it-- what's wrong with my hair?!

[ Reggie's easy; like anyone with an excessively large ego, it only takes even an implied criticism about his appearance to rile him up. Or any kind of comment relating to anything he might be insecure about.

Frowning and once again red in face, Reggie pulls a pocket mirror and a comb out from his jacket and runs the comb back through his hair, making sure everything's properly slicked back into place. ]

I'm Reggie Mantle, I don't really do 'polite.' [ When he's satisfied, the mirror and comb disappear back into his pocket. ] Does that even ever work on anyone?

[newwaver]

It's a little gay. So is that, you know.

[He nods at the mirror he apparently carries around, and produces his own from his pocket. Just for a moment. Just to show it's there. And maybe push into place his own hair while it's out. He might as well.]

Polite works. Sometimes. I might've tipped if you were nicer.

[Admittedly it's not exactly Felix's favoured tactic either, but he's allowed to be critical, and Reggie Mantle seems fun to rile.]

[mantlepieces]

No way, like hell it is. [ Though Felix's mirror doesn't go unnoticed. ] What good-looking guy doesn't carry a mirror? It's just called taking a little care of yourself, y'know?

[ Actually, Felix is the first other person he's met to do so, which improves Reggie's impression of him somewhat. Not that he goes out of his way to act like it. ]

Well, I don't need a tip so bad I'm gonna drop my pants for it. [ That must be what Felix means by being nicer, right? Surely. ] Don't be so sensitive, I was still plenty nice. I mean, nice enough.

[newwaver]

The straight ones.

[Actually, a few more people could do with taking a little care of themselves so maybe he shouldn't be making him feel self-conscious. But if he really thinks where someone's interests lie should be obvious just by looking... well, that's not Felix's fault, is it?

Just like it's not Felix's fault if he's going to assume that's what he meant by nice. He doesn't have to correct him, so he doesn't. He gives him an appraising look, taking his time just to make sure he's left with absolutely no doubt he's checking him out.]

Pity. Let me know if you change your mind.

[mantlepieces]

[ Reggie opens his mouth like he's going to argue, but then closes it again and crosses his arms over his chest. That can't be true -- well, probably not, right? -- but it's a pointless hill to die on, especially since Reggie hardly has a leg to stand on anyway.

So, he just forces a scoff after a perhaps suspiciously long silence, one eyebrow arched skeptically. ]

Yeah, right -- bet my girlfriend's love that. [ Though he looks Felix up and down himself, as quickly and casually as possible, then squints his eyes and holds a hand in front of one of them. ] You do look kinda like me, though... I guess the novelty alone's worth considering.

[newwaver]

They would. Though you should know, I charge extra for observers.

[Look, he even has a card. Or, more accurately, a phone number scribbled on the back of one of Alison's event planning business cards. Sorry, Alison.]

[mantlepieces]

Well, I didn't mean--

[ Letting her watch, that is, though he decides not to finish that thought. It probably sounds worse than the alternative, balking at the idea of getting Sasha involved.

Sheesh, this place makes it so hard for a guy to compartmentalize in peace. ]

I don't pay for sex, dude. No matter how similar we look. That's a total desperation move, and there ain't nothin' uglier than desperation.