Zephel and Sei-Lan awoke in room 1969 of the Renaissance Parc 55 hotel in San Francisco to an amazing bit of room service. Truly, Sei-Lan spared no expense when it came to "taste" (despite his own ordering of bacon, scrambled eggs, and hash browns - which by the way he was NOT seen eating, lest he weigh more than his dress). Zephel was impressed, as he ate his gigantic pancakes and plate of sausages. Randy only ever took him to some cheap-ass filthy hotel where the door didn't even close and cats were able to roam in and out at will. Maybe it was time for him to shack up with someone else?

After eating and dressing, the two made their way to the Dealers' Room. It was filled with Yaoi and anime merchandise ranging from posters, plushies, figurines, manga, DVDs, clothing, stickers, and endless masses of doujinshi depicting bishounen engaged in questionable activities. While browsing, a voice called to Sei-Lan, directing him to something of interest. It was Luva, disguised as a fangirl, and he'd found some books containing Sei-Lan himself. In hopes of keeping future blackmailers away, Sei-Lan bought these books, as well as one containing Oscar and the swordsman with Dissociative Identity Disorder - Arios. Feeling pleased to have averted more scandal, and at acquiring backup material against Oscar just in case, he rejoined Zephel. He was just in time to be confronted with even more scandalous material - this time involving Luva and the Guardian of Steel himself.


It took several minutes for Sei-Lan to recover. Finally, The Tutor led Zephel to a table which was the opening of a vast universe surrounding a goddess known as P.L. Nunn. Zephel quickly jumped into the universe without looking back, and the goddess successfully obtained much of the boys' money. Sei-Lan picked up his Minkland doujinshi (order number 69, to be exact ^^), and the shopping continued.

At some point, food was needed. With fanboy accompaniment, they set off across the street to a Burger King. Zephel happily ate beef. Sei-Lan actually ATE. Though he will ever deny this, claiming that was someone else in the mirror. The fanboy was amused.


Back on the fourth floor, Zephel and Sei-Lan encountered two musicians, a guitar, and a can of whipped cream. What happened next simply cannot be successfully described in words.


The musicians fled in fear of being cancelled. Zephel and Sei-Lan merely stared, marvelling at this climactic moment.


Not long after this event, some strangers employed by the con approached the pair bearing ribbons. Zephel and Sei-Lan stared, confused, as their nametags were affixed with awards for pre-con costumes. It seemed pointless to inform these poor people that these were not costumes at all, but official Sanctuary attire. Nevertheless, the ribbons added something to their look.

A panel was attended by the two and Assassin Olivie that afternoon. It was in adoration of beautiful voices, and was much like the ideal of attending church, but without all the rituals and conditions of not worshipping. All left the panel feeling uplifted. Zephel and Sei-Lan chatted with Assassin Olivie, marvelling at the artistic talent contained in his portfolio. Sadly, two negative events were realized - Assassin Charlie was ill, and a panel (about an adorable Fruity series) was missed. But more events were quick to comfort.

An event much anticipated by Sei-Lan was attended. This one was a Q&A panel run by a group of fascinating and friendly men, who had seemingly endless usefull information to share with somewhat uneducated attendees.



A break was taken in room 1969...


on to Saturday night
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