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rc45Bright was the morning and high our hearts... well, I’m not sure how high Pigeonarmy’s heart was but ‘subterranean’ pretty much sums up the altitude of mine when I got up, massaged the frostbite out of my toes and looked at the weather. So much for demonstrating to the PPC Board the wonderfulness of NZ and persuading them all to relocate here; penguins would have turned the heating up, and polar bears been bloody glad of their fur coats if they’d been in my bedroom that morning. Anyway, I digress. I was to proceed to Armageddon incognito, lest I be mugged by vengeful Suethors bent on my death and not bright enough to recognise that my flashpatch was that of the Bad Slashers, not Assassins. So I left my PPC coat at home.
Sadly, my incognito-ness was spoilt by the fact that I had never laid eyes on Pigeonarmy before in my life, and so in order to aid in our mutual recognition of each other, I’d made a sign.
The little motto at the bottom may have been a mistake, but more on that later.
My mighty steed for my quest was a blue diesel bus that had seen better decades and which was ten minutes late. Having safely negotiated my way to the waterfront,
I proceeded to wait for Pigeonarmy for forty minutes, holding up my sign and generally feeling like a wazzock. However, I did explain the PPC to several bystanders, got enthusiastic support from the cosplayers, including one who asked where she could find us on the ‘Net, so I gave her the wiki address, and one girl who said the PPC had been her introduction to fandom, and gave me a hearty cheer of ‘Go the PPC!’ which was gratifying. However, the motto I’d chosen to put on the sign; ‘Accuracy, Animosity, Insanity’ got me several very evil looks from the wizened parents of overweight catgirls who’d obviously been offered the choice between going to Armageddon dressed as catgirls with supervisory parental units, or not going dressed as catgirls at all. Then I got to see the cosplayers all do a perky little dance.
Pigeon finally turned up, and asked why I hadn’t been at the Michael Fowler Centre, to which my answer was ‘But Armageddon is here ...’ Anyway, now that the Antipodean PPC members were together, we proceeded into the building, where we found ... a DALEK! It waved its sink plunger at me!
We found also many things to fangirl over
The government had stuck their oar in as usual, the bright orange electoral office booth adding a splash of colour amongst the ... er, colour. Say what you like about fandom nerds, but we are GOOD at brightening up a dull grey day.
Then there were pointy sword shaped objects. They couldn’t really be swords, as there was a large notice telling us that they were a) blunt (so could we please not put our sticky fingers all over their mirror-bright blades, sorry, flat bits),and b) NOT weapons, oh goodness me, NO. We were enjoined to not use them for anything other than ‘display purposes’, as they were decorations, not weapons. The pointiness, you ask? Well, that would be the phallic metaphoricalness. The blurriness of the photo is not due to earthquakes, alcohol or even nerdly excitement, it’s just that my hands are wobbly. Sorry. But they weren’t very good, anyway.
The Warthog though, THAT was good. I couldn’t dribble because I was holding the camera and my sister, who it belongs to, would kill me if I dribbled on it, but Pigeon was dribbling enough for both of us, which was a great saving of effort on my part.
And then there were rayguns and golden daleks, which were also Very Good.
Finding space to walk that wasn’t infested with cosplayers was a trial.
There were also many many gaming console games,
all with mile long queues. Except the LOST X-box game, which as Pigeon pointed out to me, was completely untouched, surrounded by kids and adults queuing for Guitar Hero.
Then we went to look for Laser Tag, but instead found Lemmings. When some dude said 'lemmings', I was expecting small furry creatures, but instead found blue-robed, green-haired people with umbrellas. They very obligingly posed for us.
Then we had to go, as I had flat shopping to complete and Pigeon had rehearsals. We walked to Lambton Quay for buses and cablecars, our Gathering possibly the least well-attended and shortest in PPC history. But just when we thought it was over, Pigeon had an Uber-Fan Moment of Teh Awsum when he spotted Matthew Armstrong, a Heroes star, on the streets. Yes, before you ask, he got a photo. Note grin.
Then Pigeon got on his cablecar and left me. So I took photos of things around my bus stop, including the one London Bus in Wellington, which is owned by a pub,
and of the shops across from me
Well, it was short, there were only two of us, and the weather was shit, but our Gathering was memorable and enjoyable, and hopefully will be repeated. There is fandom support for the PPC in Wellington, as evidenced by the cosplayers who displayed sparks of recognition at my sign and who asked for web addresses. W00t. Anyone who wants to see video footage of cosplayers dancing, drop me an email and I’ll send it.
Sadly, my incognito-ness was spoilt by the fact that I had never laid eyes on Pigeonarmy before in my life, and so in order to aid in our mutual recognition of each other, I’d made a sign.
The little motto at the bottom may have been a mistake, but more on that later.
My mighty steed for my quest was a blue diesel bus that had seen better decades and which was ten minutes late. Having safely negotiated my way to the waterfront,
I proceeded to wait for Pigeonarmy for forty minutes, holding up my sign and generally feeling like a wazzock. However, I did explain the PPC to several bystanders, got enthusiastic support from the cosplayers, including one who asked where she could find us on the ‘Net, so I gave her the wiki address, and one girl who said the PPC had been her introduction to fandom, and gave me a hearty cheer of ‘Go the PPC!’ which was gratifying. However, the motto I’d chosen to put on the sign; ‘Accuracy, Animosity, Insanity’ got me several very evil looks from the wizened parents of overweight catgirls who’d obviously been offered the choice between going to Armageddon dressed as catgirls with supervisory parental units, or not going dressed as catgirls at all. Then I got to see the cosplayers all do a perky little dance.
Pigeon finally turned up, and asked why I hadn’t been at the Michael Fowler Centre, to which my answer was ‘But Armageddon is here ...’ Anyway, now that the Antipodean PPC members were together, we proceeded into the building, where we found ... a DALEK! It waved its sink plunger at me!
We found also many things to fangirl over
The government had stuck their oar in as usual, the bright orange electoral office booth adding a splash of colour amongst the ... er, colour. Say what you like about fandom nerds, but we are GOOD at brightening up a dull grey day.
Then there were pointy sword shaped objects. They couldn’t really be swords, as there was a large notice telling us that they were a) blunt (so could we please not put our sticky fingers all over their mirror-bright blades, sorry, flat bits),and b) NOT weapons, oh goodness me, NO. We were enjoined to not use them for anything other than ‘display purposes’, as they were decorations, not weapons. The pointiness, you ask? Well, that would be the phallic metaphoricalness. The blurriness of the photo is not due to earthquakes, alcohol or even nerdly excitement, it’s just that my hands are wobbly. Sorry. But they weren’t very good, anyway.
The Warthog though, THAT was good. I couldn’t dribble because I was holding the camera and my sister, who it belongs to, would kill me if I dribbled on it, but Pigeon was dribbling enough for both of us, which was a great saving of effort on my part.
And then there were rayguns and golden daleks, which were also Very Good.
Finding space to walk that wasn’t infested with cosplayers was a trial.
There were also many many gaming console games,
all with mile long queues. Except the LOST X-box game, which as Pigeon pointed out to me, was completely untouched, surrounded by kids and adults queuing for Guitar Hero.
Then we went to look for Laser Tag, but instead found Lemmings. When some dude said 'lemmings', I was expecting small furry creatures, but instead found blue-robed, green-haired people with umbrellas. They very obligingly posed for us.
Then we had to go, as I had flat shopping to complete and Pigeon had rehearsals. We walked to Lambton Quay for buses and cablecars, our Gathering possibly the least well-attended and shortest in PPC history. But just when we thought it was over, Pigeon had an Uber-Fan Moment of Teh Awsum when he spotted Matthew Armstrong, a Heroes star, on the streets. Yes, before you ask, he got a photo. Note grin.
Then Pigeon got on his cablecar and left me. So I took photos of things around my bus stop, including the one London Bus in Wellington, which is owned by a pub,
and of the shops across from me
Well, it was short, there were only two of us, and the weather was shit, but our Gathering was memorable and enjoyable, and hopefully will be repeated. There is fandom support for the PPC in Wellington, as evidenced by the cosplayers who displayed sparks of recognition at my sign and who asked for web addresses. W00t. Anyone who wants to see video footage of cosplayers dancing, drop me an email and I’ll send it.
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Date: 2008-04-27 03:49 am (UTC)Who would display sharp shinies and then not let people pick them up? That's just cruel.
Imagine what the people who didn't like "Accuracy, Animosity, Insanity" would've thought if you had put "Do not meddle in the affairs of Assassins..." That would've been fun. It'd be cool if we got more recruits from the PPC fanbase that you met.
You have a PPC uniform jacket? That's so cool--I've meaning to make one for a while now, but never got around to it.
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Date: 2008-04-27 09:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-27 03:50 am (UTC)(Sorry, again, that I couldn't get that far north.)
Also, thanks for the picture tour. 'twas fun.
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Date: 2008-04-27 04:50 am (UTC)Otherwise, that day was teh awesome, despite the actual general lameness of Armageddon and the weather. I got to play Super Smash Bros Brawl before it got released in NZ, and buy a Firefly box set and Serenity for $42 all up, and see a big Warthog, and TED F***ING SPRAGUE HIMSELF. Though I note Matthew Armstrong's lack of teh smile. Nevermind, he was still farking awesome.
Next year, GUILLERMO DEL TORO!
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Date: 2008-04-27 04:51 am (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2008-04-27 09:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-27 09:02 pm (UTC)