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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[hyperkinesia]

[ To be honest, considering how mad she'd looked earlier today, he wasn't all that sure that he'd be able to get through to her. Betty can be too stubborn for her own good sometimes, and even once or twice might fight reason just for the sake of standing her ground or stick to her opinion. Even when said opinion is proven wrong.

But that's just when her emotions get the best of her, which... might not be too great a thing right now. He's not sure yet, though this reminds him they really need to figure out the trigger for Betty's condition before something Very Bad happens.

Right now he's just glad that she seems to be going down the more rational part. Things work out better overall like this, not just because it's easier to get through to her, but also because Bruce really isn't the kind to let himself get too swept up by his emotions, at least not anymore. Which in the end might not help his case much if it angers her even more. ]

You knew that already.

[ He smiles at her, relief showing in his expression, in the easing of his shoulders, the way he leans into her minutely, his thumbs brushing over her knuckles. There really is no need to be this near, to be touching her, but right now he doesn't care nearly enough to force himself to pull away.

There's a trace of displeasure in his look when she mentions the General, but he tries to keep his answer in a tone as fleeting as her remark. ] If the General were here, I have a feeling our decision might've been different.

[ Because the General would want to be part of the military here, Bruce has no doubt of that, and he wouldn't rest until he got his hands on Bruce. Not just that, he dreads to think what he might want to do with Betty (or to Betty) once he learned that she has inside herself something similar to the Hulk. Bruce always thought the man's single redeeming quality was the fact that he loved her daughter, but at some point he's become pretty doubtful and downright cynical of that belief, enough that the possibility of him coming here genuinely scares him. ]

[catalysmic]

[She does have her moments. Even now, she's agreeing to go along with him, but she doesn't really feel like she was wrong before, either. For Bruce, the nature of her powers may not have been an important factor in his interest in registering or to his goal of protecting her, but for Betty, it changes a lot. She has no delusions of invulnerability; her mundanity and relationship to the General had both acted as a form of protection for her in the real universe. In this ridiculous new one, she has neither, which makes her an entirely different sort of agent and means every risk needs to be recalibrated. At the same time, the danger specifically to Bruce is also different, because for once, not everything is about him.

The fact that there's less relative risk in being known here is not something she feels deep down, but she can act on it without faith thanks to the rational part of her Bruce is so glad to see. It's couched in caveats and conditions but at least they have their resolution.

It's not like her to bring up the General and she regrets it pretty much immediately.] Even though he isn't, it still feels like he's watching. [Just invoking him makes her want to insist again that Bruce remain nominally off the grid. It's easy for her to project his likeness onto every shadowy authority figure in this world, and she understands his obsession all too well - she shares it obliquely.

She smiles absently at Bruce, sitting more stiffly, mind already defensively skipping elsewhere and fingers tightening around his. It's perfectly normal for him to be seeking comfort from her through touch, and for her to be doing the same; she's barely aware they're doing it.]

There's only a few hours left and I'm spent. Let's grab some real food and go home. Leave the breaking and entering for tomorrow night.

[hyperkinesia]

[ He can almost sense the regret in bringing up her father the moment she tenses, and immediately he stops himself from talking about the man at all. He knows all too well the issues she has on that particular topic, and frankly he can't blame her at all. The last years haven't helped much either, and he knows that. At least before they kept some kind of relationship, even if a tense one, with nearly as many bottled up feelings as Bruce keeps these days. Things tend to change when a woman's father wants to get their hands on the love of her life, lock him up and use him as a weapon as he sees fit, though.

But he is glad, genuinely, that the General isn't here. He dreads to think the kind of power he'd have here— metaphorically and otherwise, considering everyone's given their own ability. He doesn't see the man in every shadow or authoritarian presence like she does either, something that frankly relieves him.

Her last remark draws a smile from him, true though tired, and he nods. ] Sounds like a plan to me. We can go somewhere for dinner, if you want to?

[ Which he really doesn't mean as a date, even if it kind of comes out that way. He doesn't realize it, though. ]

[catalysmic]

[That's okay, she sort of takes it for granted that they're leaving together and doesn't really hear it as a date invitation either. Consequences of being both bffs and it's-complicateds, and years and years of moving through the same orbit. She would have at least looked for him after a while if he hadn't texted, regardless of their argument, or she would have skipped Heropa by now.]

We can probably find somewhere interesting before we head back. [Which means yes, she wants to. Up on her feet, brushing her lap off, and turning to pull him up too, but she doesn't take his arm when he stands.] You pick, but nothing heavy.

[hyperkinesia]

Sounds good.

[ Frankly Bruce has never been a fan of really intense food, even less so now when even something like too much spice might do more harm than good to his system. Standing up, he fixes himself up a little, then pockets his hands like he's not entirely sure what to do with them. ]

Alright so, if you're all set to go, then... [ He nods vaguely towards the way out, waiting until she's gotten her things, then starts walking. Not that he's in a rush, but a stroll through the streets is much nicer than in here. The whole convention thing's kind of weird for him, frankly; he doubts he'll get used to it anytime soon. ]

[catalysmic]

[Well, only one more day of that to go. Although it's the one that includes actual registration; that probably won't make it less weird.

Instead of celebrating their new allegiance, which is obviously something they would ever consider doing, she's going to drag him off to some lab afterwards and make him look at her blood with her under a microscope and puzzle through test results until they reach their inconclusive conclusions.]