GodCon: Friday Evening

[chrisintheam.livejournal.com]

It was your typical convention opener in Fandom. There was a registration desk with little stickers that said "Hi! My Name Is" and a little packets of information regarding the convention schedule. It talked about who was speaking when, when the free meals were available and some general information on the island in case any of the visitors wished to visit various parts of the island.

Of course you have to wonder how necessary some of things were since... Well the visitors to the island were FREAKIN' GODS!

Hopefully someone has informed the wait staff not to spill any drinks. Smiting could be an ugly thing.

[For those who are or wish to participate in God Con! Please wait for the OCD OCD is up! Please remember to smite only with OOC permission! And no ending the world! *wags finger* ]

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Registration!

[chrisintheam.livejournal.com]

Where you can fill out those name tags, get your information packets and mingle!

As you do.

Re: Registration!

[h-isforhallowed.livejournal.com]

Josh was far more amused by the name tags than he should have been. He scrawled "Yeshua" in Aramaic (then Latin, Greek, and English, just to be sure) and put it on his "What Would Jesus Do?" t-shirt.

Re: Registration!

[tricksterangel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel was having a really strong moment of deja vu, as he collected his packet.

When he decided to get the hell out of dodge after that big mess at the Elysian, he hadn't expected to find himself at another convention for gods. At least not this soon.

Still, it really couldn't end any more badly than the last one.

He hesitated over what name to write on the nametag, but with a mental shrug finally put "Gabriel/Loki" down. After everything that had gone down it wasn't like his witness protection wasn't blown all to hell anyway.

Re: Registration!

[hells-highlord.livejournal.com]

Saetan gave the nametags a dubious look, then shrugged and wrote his full name with a flourish.

Saetan Daemon SaDiablo.

Should he add his titles? Just stick to the relevant one? Eschew them all? He had no idea how the Protocol of this situation should work.

Fortunately, there was someone on the island who probably would.

*....Oh Karla,* he sent out on a distaff thread, psychic voice dark with amusement.

Re: Registration!

[anansi-son.livejournal.com]

Spider adjusted his hat absently as he looked over the table of information. He took a nametag, lettered "Spider" on it in slashing capitals, and wandered away. There was nothing much to interest him here.

Re: Registration!

[thesolereaver.livejournal.com]

Moebius's accursed time vortex had spit him out into this desolate wasteland--

--desolate lobby wasteland--

--against Raziel's will. He frowned down at the desperate futility of the nametag, the inconsequential kitsch of the phrase 'Hi, my name is'.

He slid it onto the scrap of cloth that obscured his perfidiously absent jaw with a frown. "So this is where I am to be..."

Re: Registration!

[ashelovedjacob.livejournal.com]

Jacob was happy to place a name tag on the lapel of his nice crisp suit. He preferred to be wearing the clothes he hand made on the island, but he understood the importance of fitting in and not drawing attention to himself.

Re: Registration!

[notabigreddog.livejournal.com]

Peter wondered if maybe Father McAnally had a sense of humor after all. Sending him to a religious retreat called GodCon. Anyway, he registered, and tried not to smirk at the idea of putting a sticky nametag on his priest shirt.

Hello, my name is
Father Peter Clifford

Re: Registration!

[godofxbox]

A blond preteen boy in samurai armor studied the nametags thoughtfully, then just wrote 'Alex Aaron' on his. If anyone questioned his credentials and right to be here, he could explain, and if that didn't work, there was always a practical demonstration.

Re: Registration!

[fairshadow.livejournal.com]

Shadow found his name tag and crossed off his first name, writing "Shadow" above it.

Re: Registration!

[betting-man.livejournal.com]

Mr. Nick chuckled as he put on his name tag. It just read 'Mr. Nick', since he like that name above all the others.

Despite being indoors, he wore his bowler hat proudly. He had an umbrella under his arm and looked rather like a strange English gentleman had lost his way.

Though when he'd open his mouth, it'd be all American rasp in his voice.

Re: Registration!

[greatgodom.livejournal.com]

One minute he'd been a tortoise who'd forgotten he was a god, next minute he'd been learning that the world wasn't so great from underneath an eagle, and then the feathery bastard had dropped him.

He'd landed on a pile of leaves, tumbled smack bang into the combined morphic resonance field of a whole mess of other gods, and recalled that he was not, in fact, a tortoise; he was the Great God Om.

"Oh, Me!"

Moving slowly (like he had any choice) he made his way to the registration desk. Turned out staff at a convention of Gods were both easy to bully and capable of understanding him, and soon enough he had a nametag on his shell which read, The Great God Om.

This would all have been much easier if he'd been a bull like he'd planned. For a start, he'd be less likely to get hijacked by passing eagles.

Re: Registration!

[magicalvag.livejournal.com]

With hair the deepest shade of red, one that had hints of black, like rubies turned to delicate strands of hair, Merry arrived. She looked around with her green on green on golden eyes. An unnatural color to anyone outside of the Fey courts, maybe.

She picked up a name-tag, writing out her own name on it: Merry. There was no Princess Meredith here today. She was just Merry. She carefully placed it over her outfit, a dark blue top that buttoned up, exposing just a hint of her cleavage. She was Fey, attractiveness was always striven for, even in these settings.

For just this moment, she could pretend to be that human woman again. Without her bodyguards and lovers around to remind her of her duties to the throne...

Re: Registration!

[ohgodmyhead.livejournal.com]

Bilious was not having the best of days. Not that he ever really had a good day. Not when every day he woke up with the same bloody hang-over, and the same bloody headache.

Today, it seemed, nausea was on the menu.

"I don't think it's a good idea to come near me," he informed the staffers, turning a bit green before they shoved his name-tag at him and fled.

Re: Registration!

[wreathedinfrost.livejournal.com]

A tall woman entered the room, dropping temperatures around her by at least five degrees. Her hair was a mass of thick, blue braids, trailing down to the ground, where each ended in a metal ring; they jingled when she walked. Her skin was so pale as to have a bluish tint. And she must not have minded the cold, considering the only clothing she wore was a dark blue bikini.

Shiva entered the room, barefoot, and smiled at the other con-goers. This should be interesting.

Re: Registration!

[prophets-bitch.livejournal.com]

Sisko carefully scratched out the word 'The' on his name tag and wrote 'Benjamin' above his last name.

This is what happened when The Prophets registered you for a convention, apparently.

But he was still all smile and rather intrigued to be here.

Re: Registration!

[seducesurwomen.livejournal.com]

Zeus put on his name tag and immediately began checking out the women.

Re: Registration!

[loinclothofevil.livejournal.com]

Trigon had no nametag. Trigon needed no nametag.

He was, at least, in human form, and clothed, though he was only projecting an image of himself, since the gateway to this dimension wasn't truly open to him yet.

Re: Registration!

[fond-of-owls.livejournal.com]

Athena eyed her name tag with amusement for a moment. Then she passed the name tag to her owl, who flew away with it.

With that settled, she took a look around to see who else had arrive.

The Bar!

[chrisintheam.livejournal.com]

Where you religious type folk can get your drink on...

Re: The Bar!

[anansi-son.livejournal.com]

Food wasn't interesting just then. Alcohol was. Spider ordered something brightly colored and served in a glass filled with fruit, then sipped from it as he watched the group. Wine first; after that, the women and song would follow naturally.

He wondered if he should plan to sing tonight.

Re: The Bar!

[hells-highlord.livejournal.com]

It was a good thing that Saetan had come prepared with his own yarbarah. Though the whiskey they were serving was tempting, there was still too much sun in the sky to make sampling it anything but a bad idea.

Pity.

So, instead, he just asked the bartender for a glass, and called in his own bottle. Probably not the most polite thing in the world, but he needed his strength.

Food!

[chrisintheam.livejournal.com]

The buffet was set up with spectacular food that even a king would appreciate.

Now a god on the other hand...

Re: Food!

[h-isforhallowed.livejournal.com]

It had been thousands of years since Josh had eaten decent Chinese food, so he was piling his plate high with it now.

...with a side of bacon. Shh. He was the Son, he could eat what he wanted.

The Master of Ceremonies...

[chrisintheam.livejournal.com]

Who will declare the convention open when he gets to a real computer later...

Re: The Master of Ceremonies...

[chrisintheam.livejournal.com]

The guy who ambled up to the podium looked less like a man of the cloth and more like... well an ex-con who just rode a motorcycle across the country from Alaska.

And if the jaunt across the country had caused any problems, it certainly didn't effect Chris Stevens at all. He was smiles as he leaned down into the microphone.

"Hey, everyone, can I have your attention please? My name is Chris Stevens and I'm the MC for this little shindig. I just wanted to thank everyone for coming. It's not often us men and women of the cloth get a chance to get away from our respective flocks, let our hair down and shake our holier than thou booties. Often times the parishioners don't get that just because we're holy people, we don't need to just sit around and have a beer and just be normal people."

Of course in Cicely, no one would ever think anything of Chris having a beer or letting his hair down. However no one truly thought he was normal.

"And looking out at the crowd in front of me, I can see that a lot of people are getting into the swing of things. Gotta love the costumes people! And while the stone tablets that Moses brought down said not to worship any idols, I don't think that any powers that be won't mind a little dressing up. Heck, if Comic conventions can have the people dress up like heroes, I don't see anything wrong with people dressing up after the people the respect the most, you dig?"

Chris cracked a grin. "Anyhow it's my privilege to kick this party off officially! So if you're a student of the seminary or just picked up a profession from the back of a Rolling stone magazine, this little convention is for you. Enjoy!"

OOC:

[chrisintheam.livejournal.com]

Huh. I guess with all the gods on the island the world really could end.

Good thing I remembered this OOC tag.

Re: OOC:

[nothornlessrose.livejournal.com]

Hee. I am already giggling at all of this.