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Winston Fairchild

Now while he was certain that the convention might not have exactly what he was looking for, (namely, rare cards to expand his yu-gi-oh deck), he was certain it would have 'swag' as the americans called it. Free merch, and possibly contests to win other free things that while he had no need for them, filled some kind of gremlin instinct to collect. Free was a lucrative word for people who loved something and if anything? Winston loved memes and most card games. They might have a mobile card game that doubtlessly he'd blow his money on if given half the chance.

Stalking around some of the booths, he was quick to pocket cards and on some, the various promotional buttons. Not that like other free items he liked or needed them but- it was that convention craze to collect that drove him really. It was strange that way. Eyes seeking more booths with free gear, he stopped when he noticed a woman with... was that...

"Uh." He approached, eyeballing a particular pin on her person. Then, he noticed, in his fixation on the rare, limited edition early bid pin from last year'
s convention, he'd also approached a booth and might just be interrupting.
"Oh." He looked to the booth to find a good cover up to hide the fact he was hoping to make an offer on a freaking convention collectable pin. "I hope I wasn't in-tea-rupting you both."

He even made sure not to cover up the British accent. Girls always dug the accent right?
Well, american girls at any rate. Welsh girls? Yeash!

Stormy Ortega

Oh thank God, she was a talker. That made things easier. "Mhmm. It's this cute tea shop-bakery hybrid," Stormy started to say, patting at her apron where the logo was, when what looked like a modern vampire stepped in.

With an accent.

You know what? Maybe being lost in a sea of strangers wasn't so bad after all. Sure he wasn't a small blond Londoner or anything but he did use a pun--

He seemed to be staring at something on her conversational partner. Maybe something about a video game he liked? Or he was one of those guys who didn't quite understand what a socially acceptable behavior was. At least he didn't smell.

"Nothing so tea-rrible," Stormy replied, hoping they could both carry a conversation for her.

Rory Willows

She was being a helicopter friend and she knew it, but it didn't stop Rory from purchasing tickets to the convention. She had thought about asking Akio to attend with her, but then thought better of it considering she was using this as an excuse to check in on her friend.

Since the corruption she had been dedicating most of her free time to her companion, making sure he was settled and cared for.

It seemed selfless in nature but largely she was selfish, because she was so terrified that he would forget or leave her and she couldn't risk losing another treasured friend.

Her heart couldn't take it.

So, she'd made it into the convention with Reven in tow, nestled in her back back with something hide her star so that they weren't immediately recognized.

Reven


There was the sound of paws rubbing on canvas before the zipper at the top of the backpack split wide enough for Reven to push her face through, squinting into the bright overhead florescence before wiggling her shoulders and paws out as well. "It's stuffy in there," she whined softly as she leaned in to rest her chin on Rory's shoulder.

When Rory had mentioned her intentions to check in on Otto at the convention the kitten had leaped at the chance to attend as well. Or Demanded. Or howled until she wore her poor human into compliance. Regardless, she'd refused to miss the chance, because how often did gaming conventions spring up in their dumb city?

Not that often.

"Do you know where he is?" Bright blues rolled up to look sidelong at Rory's profile before flicking back out, hungrily drinking in the decor and cosplays. Ugh, I wish I had thumbs. She wanted to play all of it. She wanted to be in the gaming room showing these losers what was up.

Instead, at least for the moment, she was riding in a backpack with an Overwatch sticker hiding her star. Well, she was here at least.

Sunny Dyer
"That sounds incredible," Sunny sighed wistfully, but her hand fidgeted with the strap of her bag -- it wasn't all comfortable, having two people talking at her, even if at least one of them seemed shy; she'd taken so much time being talked at by practically nobody that nowadays it felt too strange to clarify. Winston did get a brief narrowing of the eyes -- his flickering gaze was noticed but not particularly appreciated -- but she said nothing about it, because that would be inviting trouble, and she never wanted that.

"I'm sure we have plenty of business conventions, but I've never been to one so I wouldn't know -- there's plenty of smaller media-focused cons throughout the year, though, but they're also not normally sponsored by one company the way this one is? And then you have weekend-long meetups, but those aren't cons inasmuch as they are huddles with a common interest."

Reven

The kitten shifted again to lay her paws on Rory's shoulders, ears perked as she stared down at the map the teen had pulled from her pocket and unfolded. On paper the convention center didn't look as large as it felt standing in the middle of it. Reven flicked blue-green eyes up and out into the crowded room again before dropping them back to the map.

"He's going to be okay, you know." She'd been fretting for days. No, weeks at this point. Even before going through with the plan to bring the former knight over to their side.

Even with reassurances the kitten knew her girl would continue to worry. She wondered what Rory was going to do when Otto started going out energy gathering. Maybe Reven could offer to help keep an eye on him for her.

But that was worry for later. Rory had said the magic word and Reven was lifting her head as the the subtle tips of her claws tickled against the teen's shoulders. "Oh, ******** yes, lets go!" It was the part of the convention the kitten was most eager to see.

Winston Fairchild

He nodded politely at the answer about conventions. Perhaps he'd simply have too keep a better ear out for these events. "I'm enjoying this convention at least. Though, I.. must admit it does lack a few things. Like decent food for one. And it's so overpriced- but, I've come to realize most events are like that here. I made this same mistake when I went to a ah.. rodeo. Very interesting."

As the two women began to shift away he realized he was going to lose his chance.
"Alright. Fine, I admit, I have absolutely zero interest in most of the things here. What I am interested in is that pin." He pointed to the one he'd noticed before.
"I collect them and the more elusive, the better."

Reven

The kitten bumped the top of her head against Rory's cheek, grinning with excitement despite the chastising. "Girl, I came with that vocabulary built in." A snort, the flick of pale ears as Reven scanned the hall for any sign of the game room. "Why you trying to change me?"

It'd been a point of disagreement between them from the start. Reven frankly though she'd been doing a damn good time with toning down the swearing around her girl. The occasional slip up should be excused.

Or so she thought.

"Come on come on, let's go." The tips of her claws tickled against Rory's shoulder again as back feet slid against the inside of the backpack. "We can get in a couple of rounds before Otto's freed up from babysitting the princess. Let's goooo!" This might be the only chance she got to do this for a while, and she was not missing this golden opportunity.