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Before I, y'know, forget them. (No, I don't post often - hadn't you noticed?)
Hanging with the Cubicle 7 fellowship.
The most commonly asked questions of the con revolved around the 6-foot David Tennant we had behind the booth, and went mostly like this;
Male gamers: Why the Doctor Who poster?
Female gamers: Can I buy that David Tennant poster?
A side effect of standing in front of a 6-foot David Tennant all day and talking about a role-playing game based on the show was, oddly, reassuring fans that the show isn't going to suck now that he's leaving. And having rabid fans yell at me about casting decisions. But more on that later.
Cthulu slippers! As worn by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
corone when his feet got tired of shoes. "I'm being eaten by my Cthulu slippers, my Cthulu slippers, my Cthulu slippers. I'm being eaten by my Cthulu slippers, and I don't like it one bit!"
On the way there, spent six hours in airports to fly one hour. Enjoyed the lovely ambiance of the brand new Indianapolis terminal. While waiting forcorone and angusabranson to arrive, discovered that iPhones have the ability to cyber-stalk aircraft. Keen.
We stayed here: Crowne Plaza at Union Station. It's a hotel set in the old train station, and some of the rooms are actually converted Pullman sleeper cars. (No, we did not stay in one. Maybe next year.)
Lots and lots of meals at Steak 'n' Shake. There's even a video of our scintillating conversation there on the first day.
Set-up day. I rather like set-up day. It's full of anticipation for the coming show, and, at least for us, rather more relaxed than tear down. This year the booth display was far easier to assemble - no standing on flimsy chairs to hang posters on shaky support beams! Hooray!
The Diana Jones "Awards". OK, fine, yes, it's an excuse to drink and chat with people we only see once or twice a year. What's your point?
Tome of Secrets selling out!!!!!
The Slippery Noodle Inn. A local, yet world-famous, blues bar. Next year I want to actually spend some time upstairs, listening to the live music, instead of attending an event in the basement. Because really, what's the point in that?
Cubicle 7's Starblazer Adventures nominated for three Ennies! Okay, so it didn't win any. It was up against an 800-pound gorilla in all three categories.
Rocking it old school on Saturday by wearing a 7th Doctor era knit jumper. (The one with all the question marks.)
Convention center jumbo hot dogs. Who knew?
Shopping for fun. More than I've done in several years. I ended up with a new dice bag (by which I mean a burgundy suede purse that looks like a 6-sided die), a greek fisherman's cap and a lace fan from The Blonde Swan (wheregmskarka picked up a fantastic low-crowned top hat), a copy of the Mouseguard role-playing game, and these adorable little dragon bendy-toys called Dragon Pets that make really cute bracelets (which I loved so much that I got two, one for me and one for radcliffe, because I couldn't be the only grown woman in town with one - that would be silly). Also a copy of Houses of the Blooded, but we traded for that, so it wasn't really shopping. And we picked up some new geek-wear for both the College Student and Electric Boogaloo in the form of t-shirts and hats that look like Hello Kitty but aren't.
And some not-so-high lights:
The W.W. Party. Note to self - next year, either skip it, or attend later. Missed a different, far better, "social engagement" entirely by attending. As it turns out, I like bars/parties with two things - dance floors with good music, and/or quiet areas where you can sit and drink and talk. This was neither. Boo. The most amusing part of the evening was watching the groups of drunk local girls get turned away at the door because of our private geek-party.
And finally - The bizarre Who-fan who came to the table, asked about the game, and then proceeded to yell at me about what a poor choice John Simm was to play The Master. Yes, I said yell. For several minutes. While I was trying to wait on other customers who were actually there to buy things. I'm not really sure what he expected me to do - Call Steven Moffat and tell him to fire Simm? Although it did make for amusing dinner conversation later in the evening. And anything one can dine-out on later can't be all that bad.
Looking forward to next year. And now, it's time to move on to other, now more current, life stuff.
Be seeing you.
Hanging with the Cubicle 7 fellowship.
The most commonly asked questions of the con revolved around the 6-foot David Tennant we had behind the booth, and went mostly like this;
Male gamers: Why the Doctor Who poster?
Female gamers: Can I buy that David Tennant poster?
A side effect of standing in front of a 6-foot David Tennant all day and talking about a role-playing game based on the show was, oddly, reassuring fans that the show isn't going to suck now that he's leaving. And having rabid fans yell at me about casting decisions. But more on that later.
Cthulu slippers! As worn by
corone when his feet got tired of shoes. "I'm being eaten by my Cthulu slippers, my Cthulu slippers, my Cthulu slippers. I'm being eaten by my Cthulu slippers, and I don't like it one bit!"On the way there, spent six hours in airports to fly one hour. Enjoyed the lovely ambiance of the brand new Indianapolis terminal. While waiting for
corone and angusabranson to arrive, discovered that iPhones have the ability to cyber-stalk aircraft. Keen. We stayed here: Crowne Plaza at Union Station. It's a hotel set in the old train station, and some of the rooms are actually converted Pullman sleeper cars. (No, we did not stay in one. Maybe next year.)
Lots and lots of meals at Steak 'n' Shake. There's even a video of our scintillating conversation there on the first day.
Set-up day. I rather like set-up day. It's full of anticipation for the coming show, and, at least for us, rather more relaxed than tear down. This year the booth display was far easier to assemble - no standing on flimsy chairs to hang posters on shaky support beams! Hooray!
The Diana Jones "Awards". OK, fine, yes, it's an excuse to drink and chat with people we only see once or twice a year. What's your point?
Tome of Secrets selling out!!!!!
The Slippery Noodle Inn. A local, yet world-famous, blues bar. Next year I want to actually spend some time upstairs, listening to the live music, instead of attending an event in the basement. Because really, what's the point in that?
Cubicle 7's Starblazer Adventures nominated for three Ennies! Okay, so it didn't win any. It was up against an 800-pound gorilla in all three categories.
Rocking it old school on Saturday by wearing a 7th Doctor era knit jumper. (The one with all the question marks.)
Convention center jumbo hot dogs. Who knew?
Shopping for fun. More than I've done in several years. I ended up with a new dice bag (by which I mean a burgundy suede purse that looks like a 6-sided die), a greek fisherman's cap and a lace fan from The Blonde Swan (where
gmskarka picked up a fantastic low-crowned top hat), a copy of the Mouseguard role-playing game, and these adorable little dragon bendy-toys called Dragon Pets that make really cute bracelets (which I loved so much that I got two, one for me and one for radcliffe, because I couldn't be the only grown woman in town with one - that would be silly). Also a copy of Houses of the Blooded, but we traded for that, so it wasn't really shopping. And we picked up some new geek-wear for both the College Student and Electric Boogaloo in the form of t-shirts and hats that look like Hello Kitty but aren't.And some not-so-high lights:
The W.W. Party. Note to self - next year, either skip it, or attend later. Missed a different, far better, "social engagement" entirely by attending. As it turns out, I like bars/parties with two things - dance floors with good music, and/or quiet areas where you can sit and drink and talk. This was neither. Boo. The most amusing part of the evening was watching the groups of drunk local girls get turned away at the door because of our private geek-party.
And finally - The bizarre Who-fan who came to the table, asked about the game, and then proceeded to yell at me about what a poor choice John Simm was to play The Master. Yes, I said yell. For several minutes. While I was trying to wait on other customers who were actually there to buy things. I'm not really sure what he expected me to do - Call Steven Moffat and tell him to fire Simm? Although it did make for amusing dinner conversation later in the evening. And anything one can dine-out on later can't be all that bad.
Looking forward to next year. And now, it's time to move on to other, now more current, life stuff.
Be seeing you.
