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Jessie payed the cabby and stepped out of the cab, making sure that her coat and dress didn't catch in the door before closing it. She quickly straightened her outfit and glanced nervously around. With a mental sigh she saw that other then a few glances she wasn't even noticed. There were so many others who were dressed up as well. At least I'm not dressed like her. She said as she saw a skimpy girl saunter by, short shorts riding up and the crop top so short it could be considered a bra. The bright hair and orange suspenders just confused Jessie. She didn't really know what tv show or anime that girl was from.

"BELLDANDY!"

Apparently Jessie hadnt been missed by the crowd as a young boy came running up and asked politely if he could take a picture with her. She nodded and tried to smile and once free she bolted for the doors of the convention center. With luck she would find Lily soon and maybe the younger girl could explain why she threatened harder training sessions if Jessie didn't come dressed up.

This was the first time that Qiuyue had ever been to a con and she found herself thoroughly enjoying the experience so far although she had not the benefit of another's company to go with. It was almost as if she had stepped right into an entirely different world the moment she purchased her ticket and was ushered through the main entrance. People decked in outfits and bringing to life their favourite characters from various series, booths peddling just about everything related from T-shirts to hats to all sorts of accessories. It had just about everything that a fan would wish for.

Making her way around the booths, it dawned upon her that she might appreciate what she saw and encountered here much more were she better acquainted with some of the series that they came from. She wasn't about to let that dampen her mood though, a small smile crossing her face as she came up to the next booth that had an assortment of flowers on display. It was... different compared to what the other booths had and she came to a complete stop just as she came to the chrysanthemums. They looked different from those she had seen in the past and it piqued her curiosity some as evident by her posed question. "Are these... chrysanthemums?"

In a sea of color and costume, a strangely... normal girl approached his booth. Still, Krishna did not object. She was direct, clearly intrigued by what he had to offer, and not exactly hard to look at. Her twin braids of brandished bronze were particularly lovely. He inclined his head towards her and waved a hand over the single blooms to highlight them, "They are, more specifically, kiku, hence the unusual shapes and colors."

After a moment of consideration, he pulled a very round, purple chrysanthemum from the single blooms and offered it to her for closer inspection. "Only three dollars a flower, miss. It would tuck nicely into your braid."

Despite the fact that Scott was suspecting that his senior officer in hiding was mocking him, he was determined to enjoy himself, and nothing did a damaged ego better than to hear the first compliment of the day. Granted, it came in the form of a pink-haired child in the most adorable Mario costume ever and it was quick, and a little inaccurate, but it was a compliment no less, and Scott was eager to accept it. He looked to Richard and gave a rather smug 'hahaha' look, but whatever he said fell dead on his lips as he noticed he had a customer. He was going to say 'Welcome to my booth', but he had recognized her.

It was her. From the Carnival. Right before they entered the House of Mirrors! This was the same girl, no doubt about it, and Scott swore that someone had shoved cotton into his mouth, as he found that it was very, very hard to talk or even breathe. What he wanted to say was 'oh thank heavens you're alive!' but that seemed highly inappropriate, and in truth, that would have just be extremely rude. He noticed her friend, the one with the short hair, wasn't there… what if she didn't make it?! His heart was racing, and he just stared at her, green eyes wide, lips straight in just about the worst poker face ever, and even his hat seemed like it was trying to hide him, as the middle head felt heavy all of a sudden.

Richard was no fool and he had a good memory. Though brief, he had recognized the pink-haired troublemaker that zoomed away, throwing them a drive-by compliment, and Richard made sure to let his voice carry as he practically waved a fist at the youth. "It's not just any dragon, it's King Ghidrah, or Ghidorah, or whatever! AND DON'T RUN, you're going to hurt someone!"

Not that he cared if he hurt himself. A little revenge never hurt, and the thought was almost enough for him to snicker, but like Scott, the first customer had caught his attention. The businessman in him wanted to shine, and he cleared his throat, pretending that he didn't just shout across the room like a crabby old man. "Welcome to the Syfy Be Movies booth! I hope you're enjoying your time at the conventio-oh hello, it's Penelepe!"

Of course he would recognize her after he made his pleasant spiel, but he didn't stop there. He couldn't, even when their last encounter left a bitter taste in his mouth. Unaware of Scott's terrible poker face, he reigned in his own emotions, appearing as nothing more than a polite booth attendant. "Was there anything we could help you find, Ms. Penelope?"

He glanced around, hoping, praying that her friend wasn't here. As if standing next to a kid with a homemade hat wasn't awkward enough! He didn't spot her, but what he did spot was a familiar face among the crowd, sporting a brown blazer but completely and utterly recognizable even from this distance. Now it was his turn for the really bad poker face, and he turned to Penelope, his smile more pleasant and forced to mask his sudden nervousness. "Why, a Transformers fan! I wouldn't have known!"

Lance twitched awkwardly. There were a lot of things he did not like about this current predicament. A lot Loads of people, awkwardly fitting clothes, seriously, what's with all these straps?!, and his hair was now magically short... and it itched. "I don't know how you put up with this... Why couldn't I just go with out the wig?" Lance asked as he glanced at the young girl who practically passed for his sister, by his standards anyway.

He glanced at his other two companions. One who also passed for a sibling, the other, a school friend. "This is nothing, she's made more complicated pieces. Basically, if it came down to a competition between Cait, and the Drama Prop Department? My money is on Cait. What amuses me is that you're not use to this. It's essentially theater, just not on a stage." The blonde said glancing at Alistair before turning to Gabriel and promptly, and uncharacteristically slapping the male upside the head. "You didn't think at all to warn me about this." The blonde grumped. "I hope she grabs you when you least expect it. Because I'll be damned if you get away scott free from this."

Ruthie studied the crowd examining the cotton and wool and leather clothes and imagining the sheep farms that grew the animals for those outfits like her parents raised her as a sheep until a familiar, darling, loud voice brought her from her trance. "OH HEY!" She called from the booth, waving. Eye contact. "RICHARD HEY!"

But then he turned away to talk to that girl.

Oh.

She laughed, but he...saw her? And he didn't wave or smile back? Maybe he didn't recognize her! She smiled at the ticket seller. Was she not memorable enough? Did he have no interest in conversing with her?

Over analytical. Smile big. Nothing to worry about. If he wanted to speak then he would speak. Maybe...he wanted help the customer? He could have waved. No he couldn't have, he was busy. Yes or no? Stay or go?

Despite the fact that DestinyCon was running, Fancy A Change had still been open for business. Marlin and his father had however compromised opting to open the shop half day instead.

It had been a quiet morning, with nothing apart from a sale of a costume for a kid's birthday party not long after shop opening so by the time noon had struck Marlin had been pretty happy to shut up shop for the day. He'd spent a bit of time pottering about the shop and checking stock and then a bit more tending his tomotoes up on the balcony of his flat and then decided to spend the remainder of the afternoon checking out the Con.

It had been pretty easy to pick up one of the last minute tickets from one of the booths adjacent to the entrance and then join the stream of people entering the huge building housing the convention itself.

He'd gone in costume, opting to dress up as a Lord of the Rings style elf, pointed ears and all. After all this was a convention - turning up in costume was kind of the done thing and besides he worked at a costume shop - double the reason for making sure that he was dressed in costume.

There was a fair deal of people around and Marlin found himself enjoying the buzz as he walked around. He had been glancing around some of the merchandise when he smelt something delicious from one of the nearby stalls, his stomach taking the opportunity to remind him that he had yet to eat lunch.

Following the smells found him at the food section that decked out like an Asian restaurant and Marlin had decided straight off that this would be his first stop. Although it seemed he wasn't the only one who had been tempted by the smells as there was a mushroom top wearing teen there, her strawberry blonde hair a shade or so darker than his own, talking to the woman who Marlin could only assume was running the food section.

While he waited for them to be done, Marlin studied the menu. The ramen looked good, but the rice dumplings looked tempting too. Decisions decisions... Maybe he'd opt for a bit of both and be done with it.