#dragon con gothic

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Dragon Con Gothic, part 2

Parking is $10/day. When you return to the garage, parking is $10/hour. But you’d pay anything to forget the screech of metal and crunch of bone.

Registration has greatly decreased wait times. When you ask them how, they won’t answer. Or maybe they can’t answer.

The Daily Dragon is available every morning. You’re pretty sure there’s never been an obituaries section before.

The Westin is a host hotel. You know people that stay there. You know there is programming there. And yet, you can never actually find it.

Welcome, Dragon Con! Say the signs on the streetlights. Welcome, Dragon Con! Say the windows of the shops in Peachtree Center. Welcome, Dragon Con! Say the hosts and hostesses at the restaurants downtown. They love Dragon Con! The people are so interesting! The crowds bring money! But there’s an odd blankness in their eyes, and a robotic nature to their movements.

Beware of the last stall in the second-to-last row in Artist’s Alley. It says $15/sketch, but the artist hungers for more than crumpled bills.

Tuesday morning, everything goes back to normal. Doesn’t it?

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Dragon Con Gothic, part 1

The Marriott carpet is new. But the Marriott carpet cosplayers somehow still match.

You started with 2 blond wigs. Now you have 4. When you pack on Tuesday, there will be 8.

You can take pictures in the Marriott, but the faces always turn out blurry.

Donate blood, they say. Get a free t-shirt, they say. Set a new record, they say. They don’t say what you’re donating blood to.

The game room is open 24/7. For 96 hours, the Hilton basement is busy with cards, miniatures, and endless roads in Settlers. Anything less, and we don’t know what would happen to the Hilton basement.

Parade staging starts at 8:30. When does parade staging end? 

You can’t find your wig cap. You check under the bed, but all you see is quivering human hair.

You can’t remember when you made your hotel reservation, but your room is ready when you check in. The glowing sigil on your chest? That’s always been there.

You have been in the Hyatt-Marriott tunnel for hours. No one is moving. No one seems concerned.