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Mask or Menace | MODERATORS ([personal profile] maskormods) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs2016-04-23 12:46 am
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FANPORT OVERFLOW LOG

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.
pobrecisco: (A mood ring we're not allowed to see)

[personal profile] pobrecisco 2016-05-02 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
I promise my camera won't fight back.

[ That's really unsettling, but he still turns the the GoPro and flashlight on and holds it forward for the Luggage, a little like one would hold a treat out for a dog to sniff. ]
wizzardly: (THE LUGGAGE 3 (ELECTRIC BOOGALOO))

[personal profile] wizzardly 2016-05-03 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rincewind steps back a little, like he fully expects something terrible to happen and wants to be able to run away quickly enough to claim plausible deniability.

The Luggage doesn't need to be given instructions - things held in front of its lid are for consuming, that Is Just How Things Are. So the moment Cisco holds up the camera the Luggage is opening its lid, waiting for the drop. It unfolds its tongue like a red carpet, wide and wet.]
pobrecisco: (I will never say the word procrastinate)

[personal profile] pobrecisco 2016-05-10 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ That's deeply disconcerting to see, even if he was expecting it, and Cisco holds his breath as he reaches out to deposit the camera gingerly on the Luggage's tongue, as if he's worried about the sentient trunk equivalent of halitosis. ]
wizzardly: (THE LUGGAGE 4 (STILL ALIVE))

[personal profile] wizzardly 2016-05-10 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[perhaps even more unsettlingly, all that will waft up is the smell of cedar and lavender. No bad breath to be found here, Cisco.

But Rincewind certainly doesn't recommend sticking your hand in further than you need to.

The moment the camera is plopped wetly on its tongue the Luggage rolls it back inside like the world's fleshiest red carpet. Its lid shuts, the gold lining it clacking heavily.]


...Is that it then? [inquires Rincewind, from a safe distance away.]