Summer had come! And not just the holidays. The endless, inescapable, pestering drizzle of snow had finally, mercifully come to its conclusion. Shannen, clad in jeans and a Merthur t-shirt turned her face to the blissfully blue sky that was harbouring her freedom from exams, from pressure, from parents, from life. The warm weather was a signal for go. Go! Have fun! The grins of the people around her were like beacons that awesomeness was near, which Shannen knew to be true. Today, the grey office buildings were not dull but an endearing attempt to work within a monochrome. They were a tunnel that would spurt her into the colours and excitement of this year's comic con.
She and Eliza were due to meet at the Sherlock table, an arrangement actually put forward by Ben, who'd insisted they all stay in touch after last year's debacle. He was going to wring VIP passes out of the event coordinator's and planned to introduce them all to the other cast members. Of them all, Andrew Scott was probably Shannen's most eagerly anticipated confrontation, not least because Jo had been to a graphics place in her town and made a Shaliza shirt. She doubted it would be able to exist without Moricorn. Martin Freeman would also be interesting, since, currently strapped to her face was a Freeman Mask.
The table was near the centre of one of the main halls and the swarm of people around it was already as tight as a pair of tube socks. Shannen didn't mind though. Eliza would be here soon. And Jo. And Guntas. Alex and Rebecca hadn't been able to make it. She checked for wi-fi and was awarded with full signal, for free! The organisers of the event must have anticipated that the audience they'd be inviting would often be want of Internet. They were nerds, geeks. Proper ones. Not just chavs who sported the term on their chests. No, they had earned the right to their nerdinality. This was where the hardcore fangirling went down!
The queue to the Sherlock table would have taken at least two hours to stand in and she was already late so, out came twitter.
Shannen: eliza, you there yet
Eliza: nope
Jo: I am
Shannen: where r we meant 2 go?
Jo: ben says theres a staff/guest room. He says he told the security 2 let us in
Shannen: is that where u r?
Jo: na, ben gave me a lift down. Im standin at the corner of his table waitin for moffat
Eliza: moffat?
Jo: i wanna show him some of my writing. See if he thinks its any good. Haha ben just told me the minimum no. of deaths 2 get moffats approval
Shannen: how many?
Jo: twelve. Maybe there could b a nuclear explosion...
Shannen: ok im at the room. Im in the room. Im the only one in the room. Eliza where r u?
Eliza: ...talkin to moffat...
Shannen grabbed a muffin from a basket sitting on the table in front of her. The room was about the size of a classroom, with tables dotted around the room, each with a different snack. Around each table was a ring of couches for guests to fill once the bell sounded for their break. The walls were clinical but the noise outside it lent it the necessary feeling of warmth. As she lifted her Freeman mask to take a bite of the muffin FREEMAN WALKED THROUGH THE DOOR.
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