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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[burnseternal]

We are both diplomats, are we not? [He's joking, of course, but he hasn't forgotten about Kanaya's role in their diplomatic appeals.] I'm certain that we will find some kind soul that is willing to part with some form of edible goods for their esteemed and doubtlessly weary guests. From the harried looks of many of our kind, they likely need it!

[He gestures for Kanaya to follow him away from the ballpit, and out into the crowded hallways once more, even if a part of him does not truly wish to leave the ballpit; silly it may be, but at least it's more peaceful than the zoo out there.]

[glowsferatu]

And, if all else fails, we can leverage our celebrity status, in hopes that it will inspire someone to give us what we seek! imPorts need their coffee, after all.

[ Normally, the very idea would disgust her, acting as if imPorts are any more worthy of anything except scrutiny. But this is Fanport, it's built around putting them on a pedestal, while also connecting them with the natives who admire and adore them. If there's any place that wants to give them a coffee maker, it's here.

And so, she follows him back into the fray, but a little less hesitantly. Of all the things she associates with the ballpit, peace is certainly the last of them. ]

[burnseternal]

[He can't help but chuckle at that.]

We are, after all, their most esteemed guests. I am certain we may yet find a way to return the favour. But in the meantime, I believe we should set our attention to collecting some chairs.

[He peers into one of the sparsely populated halls, filled with folding chairs, expression brightening up. He certainly doesn't intend to ask for permission; better to be scolded after the fact than to be turned down, after all.]

How many do you believe we will require?

[glowsferatu]

[ She regards the chairs with a little surprise. On one hand, that was certainly easy. On the other, if these were already here, why weren't some of them already set in the ballpit room? Someone definitely thought way too much of that gimmick. ]

I'd say eight, at the very least. Twice that would be safer. And...ah! Here we are.

[ She scans the walls until she finds what she's looking for, a rack of tables against the wall. She breaches a portal back to the ballpit room before taking one in each arm. ]

WHY DO I ALWAYS DO THAT, MY BAD

[burnseternal]

Oh!

[He stares at the wall in simple amazement for a moment. He has seen many things, of course, but seeing others' powers will always delight him in some way, shape or form. And this one is as convenient as it is impressive.]

I had entirely forgotten to ask you what your powers were. How handy! This will save us quite an awkward trip.

[He begins to stack a few of his own, but one man - slightly rotund, a nametag clipped to his t-shirt, and definitely one of the authorities - seems to have spotted them from the doorway and is quickly making his way over.

They should, perhaps, hurry, though Saint Walker is showing no intentions of moving beyond his leisurely pace.]

the mod account just wants a chance to thread every now and then

[glowsferatu]

Oh, yes! Aside from a spot of vampirism, I serve Space, and in turn it accommodates me. The short of it is, I can open doorways between various points.

[ She moves much more quickly than Walker does, already crossing back through the portal before he's made it through. Spotting the member of convention staff, she doesn't quicken her pace to avoid him, but instead confronts him directly. ]

We're going to be needing these for the green room, I'm afraid your staff left it drastically underequipped! Nothing there but a child's pool filled with...toy balls. Also, we'll be needing a coffee maker, if you can locate one for us. All the related supplies, as well.

it's tired of having no fun! it wants to be an alien too!

[burnseternal]

[Saint Walker makes a private note to ask what, exactly, serving Space entails, more out of simple curiosity than anything else. He knows very little about Kanaya, after all, and always delights in finding out more. Even better is the fact that she does precisely what he had been planning on doing himself, and is talking to the man instead of simply grabbing the chairs and running.]

If you are not able to procure such things, as I am well aware that it is not, technically, your job, worry not, my friend, [he says, the unintentional Good Cop to Kanaya's Bad Cop.] I do hope, however, that taking some much needed seating for our fellow imPorts is not too large an imposition. You see, there are those of us who require a place of respite, particularly those that have a habit of standing out at a place such as this.

[It's clear what he means, and a little unfair to the convention worker; it's hard to argue when you're faced with one bug man, and a giantess with horns.]

But... these seats need to be accounted for, [he says, clearly not wanting to take responsibility for this. He is not paid enough for this. Nobody is.]

Oh, that has a very simple solution! [Saint Walker says brightly.] We will account for them! Will that be acceptable?

[glowsferatu]

[ Kanaya matches Walker's brightness, but in a much more sardonic and patronizing way. ]

Yes, we'll account for them! [ She looks over at Walker. ] It was, what, sixteen? [ Then back to the staffer, eyes and smile growing wider. ] See? They're accounted for!

[burnseternal]

Uh...

[The poor worker is backing away a little, rightfully put off by Kanaya's put-on brightness. Saint Walker glances over at her, catching onto her tone, and says,] She is quite right; we will account for them if you choose to allow us to take them. But do not pressure the poor man; he is doing his job, and nothing more.

[He inclines his head towards him.]

If you do not wish for us to take these, simply say so, and we will take ourselves elsewhere. I am certain that there is another here that will not mind us taking but a few seats for our own.

[Now the worker looks really confused, like he's being convinced by his angry mom, and his kindly grandfather simultaneously in very, very different ways.]

[glowsferatu]

[ She cocks an eyebrow at Walker, as if she could voice her disagreement in the movement. Her goal was not to leave room for dissent, but to overwhelm him with the inevitability of her actions in such a way that he would have no choice but to accept it.

Walker's cramping her style, being so nice. ]

Tell you what. You need an accounting, someone to be responsible? [ She takes a pad out of her purse, jotting down a note. I, Kanaya Maryam, accept liability for sixteen chairs and three tables, in the green room. After signing it, she hands it to the staffer. ]

If you have a sign-off sheet, you can keep that with it. I'm sure you'll have no trouble spotting me, if your people have any questions for me.