Well, now that I’ve shared all the cosplay goodness, I thought I’d tell you the tale of my weekend adventure!
I drove up to Cricket and Orbit's place after work on Thursday. Orbit let me play Journey, which, wow, I'm still having emotions. The next morning I wandered into the kitchen where I noticed a lil' dude drawn on the dry-erase board. I added a dragon bro.
When we got to the hotel, it was time to get our cosplay on. We assisted Orbit with drawing on some nifty tattoos.
Then it was time to set up the table! We had a little of everything, so being asked what it is we did there was hard to answer.
In particular, the plush sold like hotcakes. My favorite was the commet moth, and then the Toothless, who found a home with one of the maid cafe ladies.
One of the nights, we went out to this fantastic little bar called The Southern, where they were offering 50% off deals for everyone in cosplay.
If you ever find yourself in Charlottesville, I highly recommend going here and ordering the Goat with the Flow. I’ll let the ingredients speak for themselves.
In the evenings, we played card games. I meant to show my pals how to play the Pokemon TCG, but alas, I brought no damage counters. Instead, we played a game of Uno with Cricket’s One Piece-themed deck.
It was a long-drawn battle that took around two hours. It was late in the evening, and we were really getting into it despite our horrible fatigue. Somehow we started combining the names of the characters and colors when we played them. For example, a blue Chopper card: Blopper. Red Luffy? Roofy. Green Zorro? Gorro. You get the idea. When the game finally ended, I was the one who discarded my final card, shouting a victory cry of YES! I AM KING OF THE PIRATES! I AM THE ONE PIECE! I AM ALL OF THE PIECES!
But my victory streak didn’t end there, for I also dominated a game of Cards Against Humanity that we played the next day (after the aforementioned dinner at The Southern).
We had been playing to ten points, and before we knew it, I had twice the cards as anyone else. Somehow, the lady on the opposite side of the table, farthest away from me, picked my white card every time. It was like we had a telepathic link or something. Hilariously, when I had nine points, she specifically tried to avoid selecting the white card that she thought was mine, except that it was the card that was EXACTLY mine.
My victory cry here was along the lines of YES! I AM THE BLACK CARD! I AM ALL OF THE CARDS! I AM CARDS AGAINST HUMANITY!
But it wasn’t all fun and games. The convention had some serious business going on.
Huh. Guess that explains all the Storm Troopers.
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