+ Welcome to Santa Barbara Comic Con! - MINGLE LOG +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: EVERYONE
Where: Santa Barbara Comic Con!
When: 8/3 - 8/5
Rating: PG-13, warn if going higher
Summary: A mingle log for the Psych event - Welcome to Santa Barbara Comic Con! This would be an absolutely terrible time to get mixed up in a horrible murder!
The Story:

Welcome to Santa Barbara! Nicknamed the American Riviera, it's a cozy seaside city that can often feel like a small town. And you get to be here during its most exciting weekend - the Santa Barbara Comic Con!

Whether you come from out of town or are a Santa Barbara native, there is plenty to do in the convention center and surrounding city. Maybe you are there to cosplay, attend panels, or meet your favorite comic book creator. You might even be a guest yourself, be it a well-known illustrator or an easily overlooked character actor.

If conventions aren't your thing, there are plenty of other activities around town, whether you want to run one of the food trucks down by the pier or take advantage of the tourists with expensive tchotchkes. You could use the weekend to pick up extra hours at your comfortable pharmaceutical company job. If inclined, you can help out convention security as one of Santa Barbara's finest, the totally and completely 100% competent officers of the SBPD who do not at all whatsoever rely on a psychic to help solve a staggering percentage of crimes.

There's more to Santa Barbara than just surf and sun, though. You might be more drawn to the seedy underbelly of the city and make your living smuggling drugs, stealing cars, and robbing department stores. In which case, the convention could prove to be a convenient cover for your clandestine operations!

No matter what, you can look forward to a relaxing weekend of beautiful beaches, fun cosplay opportunities, and delicious street food. All you have to do is ignore Santa Barbara's disturbingly high murder rate.

Easier said than done, though, since day two will bring about, you guessed it - death!

When a fanmade, life-sized statue of the coolest new superhero, the Blue Revenger, falls and kills one of the convention's headlining guests, some assume it's an accident while others suspect something far more sinister. Where do you stand? Are you one of the police officers on the case, or would you rather offer your assistance as a consultant? Will you ignore the yellow tape and enjoy your weekend? Or are you just going to take advantage of the chaos to help nudge the murder rate up a tad on your own?

Are you destined to be the next victim, or will you be one who survives... under Santa Barbara skies?

Comments

Stan Pines | Bootleg merch dealer and local criminal | OTA

[charlastan]

A. MERCH TABLE

[There's one table in the dealer's room that doesn't quite fit in with the rest. Sure, it has your pretty standard comic con merch at a glance, but if you look just a little closer you'll notice that every single item seems to be handmade and of questionable quality. Every T-shirt is hand printed and slightly off model, and he has a number of superhero figurines that seem...not right. Stan made these beauties himself so every Superman and Batman and Aquaman features himself in the costumes. There's also Alchemist "pocket watches" that are just circular rocks on a string, DVDs that look fairly real (expect for the fact that they're home movie versions of popular titles), and strange handmade masks that are probably supposed to be Godzilla and other monsters but jsut look deeply unsettling.

Most popular though is his selection of baseball bats, tire irons, and socks filled with bricks that all have YAOI painted on them, and other assorted YAOI-based novelty weaponry. He doesn't really get what it means, but they've been selling like hotcakes so who's he to question it?

In addition to all of the bootleg and probably illegal merch, he also has home printed zines of a comic he's made himself - Lil' Stanley, which seems to be Peanuts-inspired except that the kids swear!

Anyway, come buy things from him, or maybe interrogate him about the fact that he's not on the official map of the dealer's room - must be a typo or something.]

You gonna buy something or what?

B. MAIN FLOOR

[Later, Stan is easily spotted sprinting through the main floor of the convention center, trying to dart his way between cosplayers and evade someone chasing him.

In his arms, he has a very important treasure that he has definitely tricked someone out of - The Duchess Approves - The Thirteen Hour Director's Cut. It's been out of print for about a decade and it's all his now, sucker!

Feel free to literally crash into him, or maybe you're the one giving chase!]

C. CON JAIL (AKA SECURITY)

[Eventually, Stan is caught for one of his various crimes and brought in for questioning. ...Or at least, he assumed it was for one of his various crimes. He didn't think he'd be questioned for murder.]

Look, you've got the wrong guy! Sure, I don't have the cleanest record, but I wouldn't kill some nerd at a comic book convention!

[Not when there's thousands of people to witness it! He wriggles in his handcuffs, clearly affronted that he's being accused of a crime he didn't actually commit.]

D. WILD CARD

[Got another idea? Hit me up!]

C

[mothmansplaining]

[Okay, Stanford. You haven't seen your brother in ten years. He wound up at the same convention you were invited to, and he's been brought in for questioning on suspicion of committing a crime.

Ford doesn't know what to think. But he thinks...that he should talk to Stanley. Maybe help get to the bottom of this. He walks in, tense from head to toe, and looks at Stan, sitting there in handcuffs. It's....it's kind of what they were afraid of, wasn't it? That one day, Stanley would go too far? It's not that surprising, considering what he'd heard from Ma, but the sight is still...unnerving. It feels like a block falling into place that Ford didn't want there.

So, instead of expressing any of these feelings, he makes a demand.]

Stanley, what are you doing here?

[charlastan]

[It's funny - until Ford entered the room, Stan had almost managed to forget he was there at the same convention. As soon as Stan sees him though, it all comes flooding back. All the mixed feelings and discomfort, all the secret hopes that things might go differently for once and the fears that they won't. He almost didn't come to this stupid convention when he heard Ford was going to be a guest, but he talked himself back into it. Why should he have to be the one to stay home?

Of course, now he's absolutely wishing he'd stayed home, but for completely different reasons. He's fidgeting at first, struggling with the cuffs, but he stops when he sees his brother...for the first time in ten years.]

Good to see you too, Ford.

[It's not, not right now anyway. It's not the right answer (or any answer for that matter), but it slips out anyway.]

I was just tryin' to make a quick buck or two, and now they think I murdered somebody! Crazy, right?

[He laughs and tries to play it off like it's nothing, but there's no hiding the fact that he sounds kind of nervous and scared. He looks right at Ford, looking for any small sign that he agrees that this is absolutely ridiculous, that he'd never. Any tiny sign that he believes him at all.]

C

[thereporter]

[ Julia was supposed to be waiting for the detectives assigned to the case to come interrogate him. She's supposed to be standing guard to keep an eye on him, to make sure he isn't up to any shenanigans in the meantime. But, supposed to only means so much when it comes to Julia Shumway, and it's too hard to resist not at least trying to see what she can get out of him in the meantime. ]

Why not? I mean, you did just admit you aren't exactly above the board. How the hell are we supposed to know what your limits are?

[charlastan]

[She can watch him all she wants, but he's always up to shenanigans. He huffs at the questions though, completely offended.]

'Cause I'm a conman, not a killer! They're two completely different criminal fields!

Dale Barbara | Actor

[theenforcer]

Dale Barbara is not a major superstar but he definitely has a following. He's done several series, some more than a season, wherein he plays the kind of strong jawed soldier that takes chances and risks his life and disobeys his command to save others.

Then he had done a three season series of what hadn't been a full hit at the time, but had become a cult favorite given it gave a new story twist to a long time horror franchise. Maybe he wasn't a major superstar, but he's recognized. He's liked. He has a solid 100k on Instagram! Sure a lot of that is because he has a tendency to post shirtless pictures of himself in low slung jeans and often wet from some body of water wherever he is, but the numbers are real!

Which is why Santa Barbara is a huge thrill for him. Stunning beaches. A good con. And it tended to be exciting.

So throws himself into it. Sitting in on several panels, putting in a lot of hours at his booth and giving every fan a lot of time, talking with them about their favorite role he's done and signing tons of pictures. He's even willing to take selfies, even when his handler gives him hell for it.

On Saturday he even comes in the BDUs and skin tight tee he wore in one of his shoes, combat boots and all, and maybe there's a Magic Mike moment or two.

He's even there when the accident happens. Holy shit, but they really should be more careful with things.

SO when, on Sunday, he finds himself pushed down a flight of stairs? He knows it's no accident, and his leg is definitely broken. At least he's not dead though, right?

(ooc Open to just about any scenario throughout the event, up to and including someone trying to kill him. He'll still be around for the end of events on Sunday after getting his cast. He wants the sympathy! And cute girls signing his cast!

Can write starters or will go along!)

after he breaks his leg

[thereporter]

It was becoming a little hard to keep up with everything going on at the con, and Julia wasn't exactly in a position to get as much information out of the investigation as she would have been a year ago. The SBPD had its own political agenda run, in turn, by the personal agendas of its members, and it wasn't free of sin. Julia knew for a fact she wasn't the first person to nudge an investigation in a direction it should have naturally gone. She was just one that got caught.

Even though she knew there were probably as many officers who quietly supported what she did than didn't, her being around still didn't make her popular. She had help sticking it out - growing up in a town where your dad played golf with the police commissioner could be a career saver. And when mixed with a good police scandal out of San Fransico that kept her off CNN's landing page was just enough to get her through it with a slap on the wrist and a demotion. Outside of the sneers from the most hard-nosed justice jockeys of the precinct, things went back to normal pretty quickly.

Of course, that didn't mean even her friends were floating her any information about the investigation that wasn't already within her purview. They might not have disagreed with her choices, but they weren't putting their ass on the line to sate her curiosity, either.

Still, she isn't entirely unsurprised when she pops into one of the con suites to check in with the staff (and grab a donut, I mean, really, she's not trying to be a stereotype here, but donuts) and finds a man with his casted leg propped up on a stool. She nabs the first glazed she sees and saunters over to him, giving him a proper look-over.

"Looks new," she says, gesturing to his leg with a raise of her chin before biting into the donut.

Juliet O'Hara | Cosplay Extraordinaire

[holyshihtzu]

SATURDAY

Juliet has been waiting for this convention for months. She wasn't able to attend the year before, having just moved from Miami and being completely broke. Needless to say, this year she's going full out, which starts with her cosplay from one of her favorite sci-fi shows.

She had, of course, meticulously planned her entire weekend around the panels she wanted to attend but, as all cons go, her best-laid plans were not to be. She ended up showing up to the convention center an hour and half later than she wanted to, completely missing the panel she was looking forward to the most: "Star Dreams: Futuristic Methods of Socialism and How it Affects the Way We View Current Social Disparities." And since it was already halfway through the second panel she wanted to attend ("FanFic Do's and Don'ts") she instead found herself wandering around the convention center, hitting up the main floor and the dealer's room, trying not to be frustrated at her own poor timing.

Eventually, she finds herself outside, scoping out one of the many food trucks that had parked themselves on convention center grounds for the weekend. Her stomach is rumbling, but she's clearly unimpressed by the options.

"Eight bucks for a cheeseburger? Ew."

SUNDAY

As with all best-laid plans, her Sunday cosplay, which she expected would go over brilliantly, ended up just being awkward. First of all, it turned out that a Rule 63 Blue Revenger was not exactly a groundbreaking idea, but she probably could have lived with that.

But, now someone's dead and rumors flying. Plus, she's pretty sure the air conditioning isn't working well.

Juliet pauses briefly next to a group of people chatting near the game room, trying to look nonchalant as she stares at a convention center map she already has memorized. She doesn't get all of it, but the words "murder," "accident," and another word she can't quite make out are being tossed around pretty liberally. One of the members of the group catches her eye and their whispers turn to a lull, and Juliet decides it's time for her exit. She grabs her over-sized con bag and whips around, speeding off so quickly that she full-body collides with another person she hadn't seen coming.

MONDAY

Her planned cosplay for Monday isn't exactly sleuth-friendly, but that isn't stopping her. Considering she's getting a bit more attention than she had the day before, Juliet decides to use it to her advantage and see if she can follow up on her own little investigation.

Granted, she isn't a cop, and not really a good liar, either. But it turns out that plucky, cheerful blondes are pretty decent at disarming just about anyone.

For the time being, she's sticking to the dealer's room. She knows from a few other con-goers that one of the bootleggers got picked up for questioning, but since she hadn't heard anything since, she suspects he wasn't the guy. But, she figures, it makes more sense that the murderer is someone attached to the con, so... Either a guest, staff, or one of the dealers. At least, following up on it doesn't hurt.

For the time being, she's got her arm propped on one of the tables, a gentle smile on her face as she chats up the person sitting behind it. "Santa Barbara can be a pretty crazy place sometimes. I mean, I've only been here for a couple years, but--and don't tell anyone I said this--this kind of thing is pretty normal. Oh," she pauses, glancing at a person walking by. "Hey, aren't you the guy who got into it at with the comic book dealer yesterday?"

Okay, so, maybe subtly isn't her best asset at the moment.

Saturday

[failed_astrophysics]

Pike has a similarly styled uniform on, clearly an older version but there's no mistaking it's from the same show, maybe they didn't have as big a budget to spend way back when. But he does sympathize when the subject of convention center food prices comes up.

"And they're never worth eight dollars either."

Chloe Decker | Actor & Guest

[thevulnerability]

After a delayed flight and an awkward pick-up from the airport by an over-zealous convention staff member (She gets it, okay? The whole of the United States has seen her boobs.), Chloe finally arrives at the convention center.

The truth of the matter is, she hates these things. It's not the fans, at least not exactly - most of them are nice enough, polite enough, just excited to see someone who played a bit part in their favorite TV show. The ones who dress up as her are her favorites, although she's terrible at saying anything about it. She may be an actress but, at her heart of hearts she's an introvert, and she'd rather be at home, tucked up in bed with a cup of tea, her dog, and a baseball game on TV, than thrown into a sea of gleeful fans who want to see her in person, for whatever reason.

But she does it all anyway. Half because her manager insists that it keeps her relevant and, for someone who coasts largely on guest star spots and Hot Tub High School residuals, that's incredibly important. And half because, well, being relevant does make her feel good. It's nice to be wanted, even if it's by a bunch of people who don't really know her.

Chloe is an actress, though, and puts on her brightest face regardless of how she feels inside. She spends a large amount of the day at her autograph table, chatting with fans and making small talk with her handler, and using the frequent lulls between autograph demands to add Instagram stories about her weekend adventures.

Her photo op is scheduled for Sunday, and she's bright and cheerful even though she had to be up at 6am for an 8am panel. The good news was, she got to see Dale Barbara again, who she hadn't worked with since a horror movie they did together years before - when she was still a struggling no-name and he was just taking off. She had more fun than she expected talking about their various projects and answering fan questions so, the smiles in all her pictures are genuine, and her chats with fans are more energetic than usual.

For a while, anyway.

Then one of the guests is killed and she's not sure why the convention center didn't just shut this whole thing down.

At that point, it's just making it through the rest of the weekend. Sunday night, after the autographs room is closed, she even makes the uncharacteristic decision to head to her hotel bar and make herself available to anyone who might want to have a talk. God knows, they probably all need it.

Sunburst | Bron...Animation fan | OTA

[bibliocorn]

By day, Mr. Ed Bowlshoe is a college librarian. He sits behind a desk watching students wander back and forth- putting books in the wrong place or sitting at a desk to frantically cramp before their final because they were too busy getting drunk to study. It's a dull existence. But today, he is not that boring human. Oh no.

Ed is a big fan of The Togetherness Equines. It's a (little girl's) show about animated horses learning special lessons and becoming stronger friends in the process. There's catchy music, colourful characters, and an occasionally well-written story. It's a nice show to shut your brain off to watch.

Unless you're a super-fan like Ed. He sees it as more than that. He looks into every nook and cranny of this show, looking for the hidden meanings- the little things the creators clearly put in for the adult male audience of the show. Because they do, you know. They absolutely do. They know who the real fans are. Ed has got many theory videos on just such this subject. He's somewhat Horse Famous.

For the con, he is no longer Ed Bowlshoe. He is Sunburst!. Admittedly, he is a side-character, one brought in originally as a plot device to push ahead the storyline of the reformed villain horse - but he became a great character in his own right. He has a small part of the fandom devoted to him and Ed is proud to head it all.

He can be found wandering around the con- buying merch and getting into arguments over what's actually better - Togetherness Equines or the spin-off show Horseland Preteens. Obviously, it's the former. Ed is something of a purist. He even has his own little stand set up for one day- selling the Togetherness Equines merch that he's made- mostly pin badges and bound copies of his fanfics. He'll even pose for a picture. Everyone wants to show they've met a YouTuber.

It's only when people start dying that he starts to get... well, concerned isn't really the right word. He'll turn to the next person, folding his...arm-hooves.

"Wow. Who the heck would do this in a con? Don't they know people spend a lot of money coming to these things? It's so inconsiderate."

[tinyfoods]

Enter the tiniest She-ra the world has ever seen! Her costume is almost perfect, except that her hair is kind of...purple-ish... She wasn't able to properly strip all the color in time for the con, okay? She did her best.

"It's fascinating, isn't it? Killing someone with so many people around who might catch them in the act--they must be very confident."

[honeybadgered]

Gabby wishes she could be surprised to hear this coming from a man in a horse onesie, but she sure isn't. She's watched some Togetherness Equines herself. She enjoys the powerful mares and the friendship stuff. It's a fun show.

But the fandom... ugh. She wouldn't mind adult men being so into it if they weren't such jerks about it.

"Yeah, I hate it when murderers are inconsiderate."

She points at the full mask that's part of her Deadpool costume. It hides expressions. She can't have that right now.

"I'm rolling my eyes under the mask. Just so you know."

Nageki Fujishiro | Guest on Behalf of a Friend | OTA

[mourning_ghost]

Day One
Nageki likes books. He practically lived among them when he was a child, due to his poor health. However, these sorts of events aren't really his cup of tea.

If he were asked, Nageki would admit that anything that involved crowds was an event that he wanted to stay away from. The books aren't the kind he likes to read, so there's really nothing he wants to spend his time on. He's here because he was asked to go on behalf of a friend.

He's got a list of comic creators and magazine editors to search for. He looks around for someone who isn't too busy and presents them with the list. "Excuse me. Do you know where I can find one of these people?"

Day Two
Nageki had heard someone get into an argument with the now-dead guest. It might have been nothing, but since that person is dead, he figures he should tell the police just in case that person is the murder.

After he's done that, he visits the crime scene. There's no harm in looking around is there? It looks like the police are already done anyway.

Re: Nageki Fujishiro | Guest on Behalf of a Friend | OTA

[bigheaded]

The police are gone, and the convention hall is shutting down for the night. It's not quite empty yet, but there are very few people around.

Maybe that's why no one's noticed a middle schooler dressed like he can't decide if it's 2003 or 2019. There's a frowny emoticon on his shirt, but there's also a beanie and hipster glasses. Or maybe those are just his normal glasses? Hard to say. Anyway, he's hiding behind one of the volunteer information booths, apparently intent on being locked in, but the tail of his coat is sticking out from his hiding spot.

day two

[entreats]

Honestly, Ange couldn't help but at least be slightly interested in this whole incident. After all, it was almost ironic.. Someone dies at a comic convention, and it just has to be in such a dramatic way you'd usually only see in comics to begin with? It makes her at least want to see the place where it happened with her own eyes.

But it seems she wasn't the only one with that idea. Some people might decide to not go look at the crime scene if someone else could spot them out of fear of being found weird, or if they did, they'd just do it quietly..

But not Ange, apparently. She just can't help but deadpan right away when she notices someone else standing there already when she arrives. It's better than awkward silence.

"This isn't a case of the criminal returning to the scene, is it?" Hey, the cops are already gone to look into stuff somewhere else, so Ange figures she can deadpan about that between two civilians.

Ford Pines | Guest | OTA

[mothmansplaining]

Day one

Ford's got one (1) panel at this comic book convention, because paranormal stuff is really in right now and he's been hunting ghosts since the 80s. He's got a bit of a cult following, and the fact that he uses machines he put together himself decades ago and refuses to update the technology wound up an accidental gimmick. Ford doesn't know it's a gimmick. He is entirely, embarrassingly sincere about how he doesn't trust ghost-hunting equipment that connects to the internet. The old stuff is reliable, and can't be hacked by rival ghost hunters or taken by the government!

He's a wackjob conspiracy theorist and it's deeply entertaining. He'll be answering questions at the panel as well as signing photographs in the hall with the other minor-celebrity guests.

Day two

Ford can be found in one of the hotel bars that evening, nursing something sweet and purple and looking pensive. One of the guests is dead, and his estranged criminal brother's been arrested by con security on suspicion of murder, and the conversation went badly, because of course it did. How could it not? Anyway, he'll be there, apparently not bothering to take off a long gray trenchcoat, lost in thought.

day two

[krmvgivv]

[Today's been weird. Look, this isn't the first time someone's been murdered in the same general area as Stan is, but Dipper knows his grunkle's innocent. Among other things, he's pretty sure if Stan killed someone, it wouldn't look like an accident. That's not Stan's style.

But he needs help to prove it. And there's one guest at the con who might be able to help him. If Dipper can convince him to, anyway.]

Um, Ford? Uh, Stanford Pines?

[Dipper knows exactly who Stanford is. Dipper's his biggest fan, despite how much it annoys Stanley. He's read every article, watched every video, and even built a few of Ford's tools himself. He takes it all so seriously. And Ford's his uncle!! Even if they've never met, that has to mean something.

Just like it has to mean something that Stan is Ford's brother. He has to help. He just has to.]

Georgia Mason | press | ota

[choosetruth]

Press Circuit

[Georgia Mason is a journalist. She's got a nose for news and the tenacity and skill to track down real stories and capture the truth. She's going to be big, she's sure. It's just a matter of time and opportunity.

So it kind of stings that she and her brother have been put on the comic con circuit.

Still, she's not about to let the subpar assignment stop her from doing her best. She's here to talk to actors and cosplayers and just plain fans and take pictures and get whatever passes for a story around here. We all get to know about the next wave of Marvel movies, wow, yay.

Stand still for long enough, and you risk a microphone being shoved in your face.]

Mind if I ask you a few questions?

Costume Confusion

[Georgia has sensitive eyes. She has since she was a child, so if she doesn't want a debilitating migraine, she has to wear sunglasses. Normally this makes people a little uncomfortable, but it isn't a big deal.

Normally, she isn't in a place where everyone's first assumption is "costume." Paired with her usual black gear and the earpiece she keeps in to stay in touch with her brother, she looks like she could be in a costume. At first it's mildly amusing. It slides to annoying pretty damn fast. She whirls around and scowls at the latest offender here to try and take a picture with her.]

For the last fucking time, I am not a Man in Black. I'm press! And I don't mean a character named press, I mean actual, here to write things down, press.

[She holds up her press pass and waves it aggressively.]

Murder Mystery

[Georgia should not be happy someone was murdered, and she isn't. But she is excited to have a real story to chase. This is a story worthy of her talent, one that can make an actual difference to those who find it. She leaves the con news to the nerds who actually care and starts snooping around, ducking under police tape and generally exploring places she's definitely not supposed to be.

She's press. It's her job. She won't apologize for it. If she catches the murderer and breaks the story before anyone else, it'll be worth it. Her big break. At comic con of all places. Stranger things have happened.]

Wildcard

[Choose your own adventure!]

~Mystery~

[adaptiveimmunities]

[No, George should not be happy that someone has been murdered, and Shaun knows that she isn't actually happy. That would be ridiculous. But he knows she's pleased to have a real story, rather than the geek stuff they've been covering for the past few days.

Not that he has a problem with the geek stuff (he's dressed as Clark Kent, after all), but he definitely agrees with George--it's a soft assignment.

He glances over at her. She has her usual businesslike expression as they pick their way through the Supermen and Captains America.]

I mean, you could pretend to be upset about it all.

[He's not--quite--smirking.]

Gabby Kinney | Cosplayer | OTA

[honeybadgered]

[It is a truth universally acknowledged that a convention in possession of a shitton of nerds must be in want of a Deadpool cosplayer. Good thing Gabby is here.

She's made her own costume, and while she's clearly new to cosplay, it's pretty good. If she says so herself, anyway. She might be the smallest of all the Deadpool cosplayers here, but so far that's mostly just meant people are more likely to take her picture. Deadpools are a dime a dozen. Little girl Deadpools? Much rarer. The responses range from cooing over how cute she is (fine) to scoffing and telling her she can't possibly be a real fan.

Gabby likes to think Deadpool would approve of how she handles it. Her foot comes down with a hard stomp and she smiles sunnily through the mask.]

Oops.

Dipper Pines | Nerd | OTA

[krmvgivv]

[Dipper has dressed up in matching costumes with his sister, though to the casual observer, it's not that different from his usual look. He's never been to a con before, and he's looking at it like it's everything he's ever dreamed of.

When he's not hanging out with Mabel or Wirt, he's running around playing Dungeons and Dragons, arguing with other nerds about minutia of various shows and comics, and drooling over the items he definitely can't afford. All part of the comic con experience.

You know what's not part of the comic con experience? Murder. As soon as Dipper hears about it, he throws his hands into the air and rolls his eyes.]

Oh, come on.

[entreats]

[ Murder definitely isn't past of the comic con experience. Or.. well, it isn't supposed to be part of it, anyway, yet here they are. Ange herself doesn't seem to react much to the announcement of the death, but she just happens to be near Dipper when said announcement happens, and she can't help but raise an eyebrow at his own reaction. ]

"Come on"? [ Not really the reaction to a murder she expected. Maybe it's since he's still a kid? (Ange, you're still a teenager yourself, please.) ]

ange ushiromiya | con goer and (deep down) murder mystery enthusiast | ota

[entreats]

[ Honestly, the best thing to do after suddenly having a murder happen at a convention is to just consider the day done and go home. Not like there's exactly much of a convention left after that, after all.

But Ange isn't particularly the type to do the best thing in any given situation, which is why she's still hanging around the convention building. Mostly outside, given that the police have shut down much of the center around the area where it happened, but she's curious enough to still stick by in order to hear about any new developments in the case. What can she say? She's curious.

But just hanging around and not doing much of anything is kind of boring, but being anti-social as Ange is, it's kind of hard to just strike up a conversation with a stranger in any natural way. So she starts wondering, extremely out loud-- ]

People dying because a statue falls on top of them.. That sort of thing doesn't happen outside of actual comics, right?

so sorry, i lost track of this in my nightmare inbox!

[thereporter]

[ Julia was assigned to the most boring job ever - helping secure the crime scene. Which means she got to watch from afar as the detectives did all the good work, while she had to keep the lookie-loos at bay.

She glances over to the girl, trying not to look as irritated as I feel. ]

It happens now, apparently. Pretty weird, huh?