and it talks, too!

My panel is scheduled at the same time as the band’s meet and greet

there is no god.

I won a handful+ of glowsticks for my speed, rhythm, enthusiasm, flexibility, moves, all that shit;

I got asked to dance like five different times (is there a polite way to say I don’t dance well with people);

I was complimented a number of times too because my moves on the dance floor apparently make me a stone cold fox;

I was applauded and whoop’d at the end of one song;

I stole the spotlight from the breaker there (I’d say break-dancer but I did a training session with a breaker at my college and he says that’s not what they call themselves);

I was in my informal dance half-assed Rouge the Bat cosplay for it and the dj played the Sonic X theme and I rocked it;

England offered to request Hamburger Street so I ran upstairs and changed into Raver!America after all;

At the end, the guest band that had performed earlier in the night came in and joined England/Iron Man/Captain America and I on the floor, and danced with us, complimented us, asked me if I was a dancer (thank), invited me to their concert tomorrow morning.

And then there’s all the times I got hit on. AND being recognized as the boss America from last year. Ahh.

I WAS that skimpy swinging jumping glowstick girl that everyone kind of hates but kind of thanks for dancing so crazy all the time. My feet are literally red and sore. I drank a cup of water and three cups of ice. I stripped down throughout the night and then changed entirely, and stayed the WHOLE THREE+ HOURS THERE.

And this is coming from a lazy straightlaced autistic introvert who up until the year before was petrified to go into a dance hall with loud music and people, with a massive headache and a thirst for blood earlier today and zero nutrition or meals in over twelve hours. I am SUCH a dancer, and it’s good to realize that after a year of not being able to perform and wondering if I cut it. I mainly went because I knew I needed the workout to build muscle for Regal et all, and that I WOULD end up dancing there no matter what. But it turned out to be the moodboost and relaxant I needed too. I was in MY element, so I was able to overcome awkwardness quickly. I felt natural, in control, like it was my territory and invaders were swiftly dealt with; and I think they felt it too, because they were friendly but moved on when I told them to.

And it’s nice to know that I can apparently pick up guys if I ever decide to become a club kid. Pick up foreign Japanese pop stars touring in the US and get asked where I’m stayed and invited to their concerts, pick up convention staff members, pick up dudes who admire cute fast genki chicks, pick up dudes who love them some ‘Murica.

It’s even nicer to know that I had a good time though. <3 I don’t care that I didn’t finish my panels for tomorrow. I am a legitimate bad-ass and that feels (dare I say it? as Alfred?) AWESOME. I’m going to have a great day tomorrow in uniform and just not care and it’ll be awesome. I’ll be awesome. I have one apple and a bag of pita chips and I’m going to eat those before I puke from exertion because my stomach is now killing me.

Bye~

 texanona said: Ugh bad panels are always so awkward. I’m sorry that happened.

;A; It’s one thing to be in the audience, you know? You can just get up and leave. But I was also on it. And had a responsibility to limit the rape jokes and holocaust references, because my fellow panelists were by and large apparently not fully functional human beings.

 keepin-it-regal said: What happened? :O

Where do I begin! Pretty much everyone was OOC, talked out of turn, started arguments, made bad ‘jokes’, kept trying to make the conversation about how closeted everyone else is, interrupted and talked over each other, stole other nations’ questions, were generally disrespectful, answered questions like Americans and like themselves instead of in character, and there were almost no good questions. There was a ton of people on the panel, including multiple bad fem!versions and 2p!versions- enough Germanic nations to fill up the whole table (and take all the microphones), and everyone else got shunted to the side of the stage and the floor. Including main characters like, oh, North Italy. And America, Canada, England, Nordics, Slavics… The four biggest loudmouths were all self-centered divas, and actually grossly OOC- Switzerland, Germany, Prussia, Hungary, in that order. They kept starting fights with each other and interrupting and trying to make bad sexual references (despite knowing it was a PG13 panel with parents and eleven-year-olds in the audience) and bullying everyone on the sides. England couldn’t answer Doctor Who or Special Relationship questions because Switz kept grabbing a mic and talking over her. ‘Germany’ doesn’t deserve to be called that, and will henceforth be referred to as Doitsu. He didn’t have a costume or wig, didn’t know anything about Hetalia canon (manga or anime), didn’t know about Germany as a nation, didn’t know about world affairs or events or international issues at all, and kept trying to talk even when he had nothing to say (trying to tell me that America has the world’s best alcohol for example). South Italy was an emo prick. Prussia tried to make me ask her to rape Austria. Hungary kept talking about putting Austria back in the closet and being the husband. The Americas were slow and forced and had shitty answers. One Canada was a 2p and forced her way into the panel, and the other kept flirting with Germany. I wanted to personally throw up on every single person representing who wasn’t Italy or England, who I sat with on the side (where I was covered by a speaker and still managed to be one of the most competent people there). We spent the whole time complaining about it, since nobody could hear us anyway. We really want to take it over next time, since this panel happened because Switz had a diva hissyfit and ran out the Germany we had last year.

…Sorry. That. Um. Sorry.

 anidex said: D: *huggles*

*returnhugs!* TnT If I get the panel reserved first next time, you should join me. We might want to do Ask-A-Chibination so we can force the pairing questions and modern-day stuff to a minimum, and we should totally get chaperoned by Ottoman or Rome.

 crimyami said: -hugs- Twin, I’m sorry your panel was a disaster, but don’t give up!

Aw, thank you bun. TAT! I’ll do my best!

Update: The panel was a disaster, I’m embarrassed as a panelist, a Hetalian, and a cosplayer, and a couple of us are going to try and grab it for next year because the hosts and nations this year were absolutely horrible. I. I’m going to do homework right now. I would rather do homework than wander the con and risk being recognized and associated with it. Martel preserve me. As soon as I get my workload lightened I can get back to the next fandom essay, so there’s that.

(or I might read Negima honhon-)

GUYS

I SPENT ALL MY MONEY IN THE FIRST TEN MINUTES OF THE DEALER’S ROOM

BUT IT’S WORTH IT

BECAUSE I BOUGHT THE COPY OF TALES OF SYMPHONIA (and the sixth negima omnibus)

If I owe you a rental or copy to play through or you want to borrow it, let me know! ( *7*)9

Okay, AAN panel in like twenty minutes. I better go.

Further bulletins as events warrant! (aka have a nice weekend kissus@)

flyingcatnall:

I never post on Tumblr, so I’m hoping my few followers can help me get this word out by reblogging…

I work for a hotel that hosts a major US con every year. I love anime and I go to cons myself, but I am going to be blunt about some of the problems we have and how we deal with them. I don’t know why people lose common sense when attending cons. I realize that most con-goers are young, and probably haven’t traveled alone before. They’re also really excited to go to a con and to see people they’ve only chatted with on line.

But…things have gotten out of hand.

So, please…read this list of Bad Behaviors that I’ve seen over the past three years and please…don’t do them!


1. Completely Trashing Rooms. I have part of the team that has to take pictures of the damages left behind after a con. We will bill you. Sometimes, we won’t even tell you. We’ll just charge it on your credit or debit card. Again, the tiny print in the contract allows us to do this. We take pictures in case you try and dispute the charge with the credit card.

2. Being a Homeless Congoer. These are the people who don’t have a room but figure they can sleep in the lobby, stairwell, hallways, whatever. We’re on to you. We will remove you from the premises. If you are underage, we will still call the police.

3. Being Unable to Pay for Your Room or Food. These are the people who usually make arrangements for rooms with online friends. One friend books the room on a credit card, but when it comes time to settle the bill and the so-called friends are asked to pay their share in cash or come up their own credit card to split…there’s suddenly no money. I feel bad for the person who booked the room, and I’m sorry that you’re not going to make rent, or that your mom is sick, or that you’re a poor college student or whatever. Please don’t stand in the lobby and cry or try to offer me “free art commissions” or the horns off your Homestuck costume. My hotel does not accept those as payment.

4. Having Noise Complaints Lodged Against You. So, that little gathering you decided to have in your room is getting pretty loud and despite two phone calls from the desk asking you to quiet down, you refuse to do so. Guess what, the hotel management is throwing you out. We’ll have our security guards tell you and then the police will escort you from the premises. No, you will not get a refund. No, we don’t care you have nowhere to go. Maybe those two phone calls should’ve clued you into the problems you were causing.

6. Acting Like You Own the Hotel. These are the people who think that since they paid X dollars for their con badge and Y dollars for the room they are entitled to do whatever and whenever they want. Here are some of the most ridiculous (and this is by far not an inclusive list):

a. Taking their clothes off and running down the hall
b. Wearing full Homestuck body paint and jumping in the pool and hot tubs.
c. Screaming “KAWAII!” at random people
d. Camping out in the hotel restaurant and not ordering anything
e. Running through a wedding reception in different a ballroom while shouting “HETALIA!!!”
f. Smashing a brand new TV in one of the rooms
g. Sex in the lobby. While in cosplay.
h. Setting up an “art table” in the middle of the lobby. (She didn’t get an artist alley table and was mad about it…
i. Pulling the fire alarm at 3AM and forcing an evacuation (This person was prosecuted. We caught them on tape)
k. A cosplay-photo shoot that went out of control with photographers physically fighting with each other…in the lobby.

One more note: Our manager is really upset about the amount of clean-up required after the Homestuck cosplayers we had last year. Bathrooms and bathtubs were covered in gray body paint, and the pool and hot tubs had to be drained and cleaned because some of them thought that would be a quick way to get it off. Manager is thinking of putting in the contract with the con that they have to ban Homestuck cosplay to prevent this in the future.

So, as a Homestuck, I beg you! Please, please, don’t do this! Clean up after yourself!