EQUIPMENT ORIENTATION ♔ monday evening

[badexample]

WHO || Andrew Gatewood and any/all Knights who haven't attended an equipment orientation yet
WHAT || Equipment Briefing
WHERE || Knights Headquarters, the Dragon's Hoard Laboratory
WHEN || Monday, Feb 3rd, 7:00pm {backdated}
HOW || actionspam

Andrew fidgets while he waits for the squires to show. He's waiting inside the lab, behind its "Biohazard" labelled doors. Once people begin to show up, he offers a stammering greeting and does his best to seem like he knows what he's doing. The sad part is, he DOES know what he's doing... He's just bad with people. People are free to look around at the grand library while he waits for the proper head count. Once he thinks everyone has arrived, he takes them up the steps. A great deal of models are suspended from the ceiling that look like space age designs for jet planes, cars, boats, and any number of other things. There are other objects that are much more inexplicable: a giant silver ball, suspended by several rods, for example.

There's another set of doors at the end of the balcony, and he swipes his access card through a reader beside them. They depress with a space age hiss. revealing a clean white laboratory, with rows and rows of tables and lab equipment set up. Numerous knights buzz around in white lab coats, working under microscopes and on computers, conferring over a number of projects.

"Just a bit further." He says with an awkward smile as he waves to a few of the lab techs that he knows. There's a door on the left side of the room with a panel that he presses his hand to, causing the light to change from red to green, unlocking the door for the group.

Beyond is a very long room, with rows of labelled cases and cabinets with transparent glass revealing what's inside. Andrew moves to shift from one foot to the other on the other side of the stainless steel table.

Introducing... Marty

[theworstmagician]

WHO || Marty Faraday and [OPEN]. Feel free to start your own side threads that have nothing to do with him, too!
WHAT || Slashercon, a modestly-sized horror convention in New Jersey, has a special guest: B-movie actor and future Knight Martin Faraday, star of Glam Rock Vampires.
WHERE || A hotel in Newark, NJ.
WHEN || Some nebulous time in early-mid February
HOW || Actionspam or Prose!

Marty's got a love-hate relationship with these convention gigs. They're few and far between for him-- he's not exactly a hot commodity, never has been-- but when they happen. Wow. Really puts into perspective how he hasn't made it to the big leagues yet. These things are like a gathering of the world's most pathetic people, all in one hotel. Washed-up stars still cashing in on one movie from thirty years ago, geeks in shitty costumes, desperate retailers trying to hawk their collectible figurines.

Marty absolutely loves these people.

And why shouldn't he? They give him exactly what he craves: attention. Sure, he'd never hang out with any of these losers out in the real world, but here? In the ballroom of the hotel? He's a fucking star, and these are his adoring fans. They've actually seen his movies, which, okay, isn't really a big feat, since he's been in some major pictures (as an extra or bit part, admittedly). But that's not it. They've seen the movies where he actually has a leading or supporting role-- a talking role. And not only that, but they've seen more than one. And a few extremely dedicated people? They even dress up like characters from his movies.

So, he sits at his table, which has... a modest line. Okay, a small line. A very small line. It's evening and the con's starting to wind down for the night. But the size of the line doesn't matter: what matters is these people are here to see him. He leans back in his chair, sunglasses propped up on his head as he takes sips from a bottle of Coke (and rum, heavy on the rum). With a lazy grin, he waits for his next adoring fan-- or person who's mistaking him for someone else; that happens quite a lot.