I stayed for another piece or two of moody Blues, and to feed Zwei the Corgi some pretzels, after Scales chased me out of his office, claiming he had to get back to working on whatever he had on hand at the moment.
One chit gets you ten all that paperwork he's usually got stashed on top of his various desks isn't, and he was just begging out to figure what the hell I thought I was going to be doing, but, eh.
Me? I was going to go check out what sort of lodgings he'd organized this time around and maybe get my head back in order. Also, to ditch the pirate gear I'd picked up. Tazer-rapiers were meant to be worn, not lugged about.
I didn't really mean to be distracted ... but then, who ever does?
I don't even usually get into cosplay. Not really. Besides, usually if I want to look at 'cosplay' at a Con these days, a contest isn't the place I poke around in.
Look around.
See what I mean?
Still, I had the odd luck of walking past the auditorium - converted cargo storage space - it was being held in just in time to see they were featuring Shirow stuff.
So sue me for wanting to get a good look. More than one, really, once I found out there was a group dressed - or should that be 'almost dressed' - as the Galhound Girls.
Yes, I have no shame. I've also picked up, once upon a meet and greet with the Prof a while back, something that used to be a polaroid camera, but if hooked up to my 'communicator' - read cellphone - the pictures produced project holograms of their contents a couple of inches tall.
They were pretty good, and I decided to sit through the usual run of Puma Twins - one even did the Dance Routine. You do not walk out during the Dance Routine if you're even moderately interested in the female gender.
Yes, I'm a pig. I can live with myself just fine, thankyou.
Things settled down after that, and I was going to make tracks again when I took a glance at the program and decided to stay for the next showing.
What can I say, I read Pulp. Not religiously, or even paricularly devotedly, but I do. And like it. So, back when the R.O.D. OVA hit, I was hooked instantly. Doubly so with the TV series. It's been a good few years now, yeah, but I still rewatch the thing whenever I get too maudlin.
So, of course I was going to stay for it's cosplay portion.
I mean, hello, Read or Die! What's not to love?
Your lead in, Rob. Katz has a soft-spot for lookalikes, for obvious reasons, in addition to being a Stellvia and OMG! fan. Hell, he may well have met Yayoi or Sora to deal for the shield kitbash of yours.
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm