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WHO: A bunch of magic lamers.
WHERE: Dunwich, Massachusetts.
WHEN: Friday, September 2nd through Sunday, September 4th.
WARNINGS: TBA. There's bound to be something.
SUMMARY: Herp derp.
FORMAT: Whatever you feel like!

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FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 2ND;

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OPEN;

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[Zatanna has turned one of the smaller rooms into a large conference room. A long table is set up buffet-style with various food and drink, including alcohol. At the moment, she's the only one in it, looking out a window with a half-empty Mojito in hand. She has a show in a few hours, so why not swing on by and say "hi"? c:]

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[Sally feels a bit out of place being one of the few imPorts at the con who's not a magic user, but nevertheless it was...well so far, an experience. she was happy she wound up going though, it was a lot better than staying in the City while some of her close friends were away.

it's only the first day, but she's wearing something nice and just wandering around before finally entering a buffet-style room. she brightens as she sees Zatanna chilling with oh boy an alcoholic beverage in hand.]

I hope the drinks are for everyone, an' not just you magic folk.

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[Certainly, there's probably more non-magic users than one thinks, considering the number of nerds here! Zatanna's really not all that concerned about this, however, as the thought of all these people knowing her life story? Doesn't quite add up to comfort for her.

She turns around when she hears the voice and jumps a little (drink in a death-grip, however...).] For everyone invited, yeah. Take as much as you want of... whatever you want. [Her voice is a little slower, richer. Someone's had more than one drink...]

SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 3RD;

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OPEN;

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[After one of her shows and being assaulted by her (delightful) fans, she's just chillaxin' and walking around the place. Man, some of these vendors...]

[disillusionists]

[ well, will you look at that. there's a weirdly grey white-haired preteen girl floating around with that ridiculous black aura.

oh she has glowing eyes? of course she does.

anyways, looks like she just found the fan doujinshi though she's glancing up when zee passes.

:3c ]

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[Oh, hey. What's this... eh, she isn't that weird. Kind of cute, actually!... kid. Looking. At? Oh hey, is that Eddie? She picks one up and begins to flip through it and makes a face.

These are NC-17.]

SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 4TH;

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OPEN

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[ It is shaping up to be a very clumsy day for Tonks.

She has barely been awake two hours, so far, and has managed to trip twice. The first had been when she got out of the shower when her foot got caught up in the bathmat. Her arse is going to be bruised from that she thinks. On her way out of the elevator, her burgundy jacket had got caught. The force in which Tonks had used to jerk it free had sent her crashing into the wall opposite the elevator doors.

It is when she's on way back to her room from breakfast that she trips for the third time.

The smooth sole of her left boot hits something wet and slippery. It slides a full foot forward before Tonks is even aware that she's falling. By the time that she is aware, it's too late. Her right foot joins the first. Her arms go out to the sides and she fails a bit but it doesn't help.

Boom! Down goes the Tonks face first into the floor.

Yesterday, a fan had asked her if she really is that clumsy. The answer? Yes, yes she is. ]

open??

[mansansfear]

Matt wasn't magical. His knowledge of all things magical was limited to what he'd learned from his time with the ninjas and whatever he overheard from Doctor Strange. Still, he'd promised Zatanna he would make an appearance at the convention, if only as her special guest.

So here he was, at a convention, surrounded by magical people and fans. He was somewhat out of his element, but he was determined to not cause any problems, enjoy himself, and not spend any money.

everything about this is (unsure)

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Zatanna, on the other hand, was about as magical as one could get (aside from the fact she didn't look the part of a typical witch). She was here for plenty of reasons, none of which really applied to Matt aside from the fact that to a certain degree, he was also here because of them.

Basically, Zee would've dragged him here, if he hadn't come with.

She approaches him with some caution, gently sliding a hand over his shoulder and giving it a small grip. "Hey, there."