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Sci-Fi Con Story
Oct. 26th, 2006 04:16 pmI laugh, now...but if it were to happen today?
*shudders to think of it*
OK. I am not sure if I have ever told this story on LJ. If I have, well...time to tell it again. It came to mind, and it's worth sharing.
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fyrfitrmedic, you may find this less amusing. Or maybe more so. One can never tell with Emergency Service types, on this one. Apologies in advance.)
It was ChattaCon, http://www.chattacon.org back in the 90s. I believe it was 1995, to be precise.
Now, they had a room party that year advertising another Con that was coming up. The theme of the Con and Party was basically HazMat. Yep, they decorated the whole room with Radioactive and BioHazard and such stickers, tape, etc. They had two punch bowls, both glowing thanks to underwater lightbulbs: one was spiked with Vodka, one was for teetotalers like myself.
And they had this canister with glow-in-the-dark green slime in it, as a prop.
Well, late that night, the party broke up, and one of the organizers staggered out to his van in the parking garage (where he was sleeping, quite against the rules) and crawled in.
Leaving said canister, with HazMat Stickers and Glowing Green Ooze, outside the vehicle. He was a bit drunk (I was one of the few sober people at the Con, let's be honest) and wasn't paying attention.
Well, a Security Guard found it.
Now, me? I was sleeping. I got up first thing in the morning, ready to hit my first event of the day. I put on my Outfit for the day.
Black Turtleneck.
Steel-Grey Coveralls.
Black Military Web Belt with Pouches (I kept snackies in there!)
"Urban Camo" Fatigue Cap.
Military-Style Haircut.
Black Jungle Boots.
And I went out to the hall.
Where a member of Con Security saw me right off, grabbed me and physically *hauled* me back into my room. "CHANGE! RIGHT NOW!"
Me: "Huh?"
I got the story. "THIS PLACE IS CRAWLING WITH THREE LETTER AGENCIES! GET OUT OF THAT COSTUME RIGHT NOW!"
So, I changed into something best described as "grunge", and I slunk out and tried very hard not to attract the attention of some very unamused people in suits.
Now? I can laugh.
But that was over 10 years ago. If it happened today?
Hoooo boy. Don't even want to go there.
*shudders to think of it*
OK. I am not sure if I have ever told this story on LJ. If I have, well...time to tell it again. It came to mind, and it's worth sharing.
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fyrfitrmedic, you may find this less amusing. Or maybe more so. One can never tell with Emergency Service types, on this one. Apologies in advance.)It was ChattaCon, http://www.chattacon.org back in the 90s. I believe it was 1995, to be precise.
Now, they had a room party that year advertising another Con that was coming up. The theme of the Con and Party was basically HazMat. Yep, they decorated the whole room with Radioactive and BioHazard and such stickers, tape, etc. They had two punch bowls, both glowing thanks to underwater lightbulbs: one was spiked with Vodka, one was for teetotalers like myself.
And they had this canister with glow-in-the-dark green slime in it, as a prop.
Well, late that night, the party broke up, and one of the organizers staggered out to his van in the parking garage (where he was sleeping, quite against the rules) and crawled in.
Leaving said canister, with HazMat Stickers and Glowing Green Ooze, outside the vehicle. He was a bit drunk (I was one of the few sober people at the Con, let's be honest) and wasn't paying attention.
Well, a Security Guard found it.
Now, me? I was sleeping. I got up first thing in the morning, ready to hit my first event of the day. I put on my Outfit for the day.
Black Turtleneck.
Steel-Grey Coveralls.
Black Military Web Belt with Pouches (I kept snackies in there!)
"Urban Camo" Fatigue Cap.
Military-Style Haircut.
Black Jungle Boots.
And I went out to the hall.
Where a member of Con Security saw me right off, grabbed me and physically *hauled* me back into my room. "CHANGE! RIGHT NOW!"
Me: "Huh?"
I got the story. "THIS PLACE IS CRAWLING WITH THREE LETTER AGENCIES! GET OUT OF THAT COSTUME RIGHT NOW!"
So, I changed into something best described as "grunge", and I slunk out and tried very hard not to attract the attention of some very unamused people in suits.
Now? I can laugh.
But that was over 10 years ago. If it happened today?
Hoooo boy. Don't even want to go there.
