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Preview night and the feeling that there is no chance for easy navigation of Sydney Olymic Park. Certainly not in the dark and when signs are not quite clear for the walk about. From Exhibition Hall to the seminar room, under a big tree, nondescript for the most part, the mulch covering nicely a wayward mandarin. It's the tree that throws in a round trail, passing people carrying away chairs to some other location.
Cosplayers out in force even this early into the weekend, and the Friday night is just starting. Slimey Things come and gone, no more than that. Sounds? What sounds? Not even in the anime pit, where even at night the fade of the drop screen intrudes the visual with sounds none too clear or loud.
Making a path through Tomb Raiders, a Leelo, the Tenth Doctor and a few other cosplayers, the line is long. Summer Glau commands a queue that takes an hour to journey from one end to the other. And at the other, only after an hour of wondering and watching the people make use of the windows as mirrors, the stooge at the line lays out the details an costs of the line.
Glossies picking up from $30 for a touch and come with a bit of that Summer Glau autograph glisten. Personal items fare no better, taking a hit the same from the base no matter what. Stare down against the volunteer and it's a case of trying to see which case rules the other. Walking off is not what he expects, thinking that any body waiting in line for an hour will most certainly pay the charge at the end if given no prior warning.
Wrong.
Soon Van - Monday, 30 October 2006 - 20:57
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