Firefly Creation Con Report
POSTED BY: Kaynara
UPDATED: Thursday, December 6, 2007 01:21
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Firefly/Serenity Creation Con Report
October 2007
Once upon a time, fall meant Halloween, pilots, Back to School sales at Staples and leaves doing that color-changing thing. Now fall means convention season, and this year we’re attending three. Two Firefly cons in three weeks? Obsessive, you say? I blame Nathan. And suspenders. And Fox News.
Anyway, the first stop on a five-week student-loan-spending extravaganza is Creation’s Salute to Firefly/Serenity, held at our home away from home, the Burbank Marriot. In a rare display of restraint, Megan, Jenn and I are attending Sunday’s events only. Nathan’s not scheduled to appear on Saturday, a fact which has nothing at all to do with our newfound self-control.
Tradition dictates that we hold a party reminiscent of the famous Flan-B bash. (Remember the blender drinks and the storytelling? Remember when I turned your DVD player upside-down, Tams, with a DVD still inside? Remember when Megan was butch? Remember Darren? Me either.) We arrive at the Marriot Saturday evening, toting about fifty pounds worth of candy/Firefly stuff/decorations. (“Now I’m learning about carrying!”) Megan and I are late, having stopped for ice, caffeine and Taco Bell. We spend several hours transforming two, ordinary adjoining hotel rooms into Inara’s shuttle (read: hanging paper lanterns we bought the week before in Chinatown). Megan watches the Red Sox, and we make fun of her. Jenn does everyone’s hair. If you read this, Joss, you should hire Jenn to do hair on Dollhouse. You should hire me too, but not to do hair! I can’t even do my hair. I’d like to run my fingers through Nathan’s hair . . . Okay, we’re getting off track. Regroup.
The second annual Tams-Megan-April-Jenn-Other People party is as successful as its predecessor. The Browncoats start arriving after the dessert party. Watching old con footage and chatting about TV gems soon turns into a giant massage party on the king-sized bed. (Those crazy Browncoats!) It’s three or so before everyone leaves, and Megan and I decide that 4am is as good a time as any for a slumber party. It’s not like we have to get up early. Oh, wait, yeah we do!
Morning dawns, and with it fashion emergencies. Basically, Megan and Jenn tell me my shirt makes me look like a whore. Sorry, Companion. Anyway, fortunately Tams has left her clothes scattered about the room (?), and I slide on a cover up and, with it, some measure of respectability. After all, it’s not every day you take a picture with Captain Tightpants.
After buying our photo op tickets—and haranguing Megs for being too much of a wimp to get one with Sean—it’s time for the first big event, Sean Maher’s panel. He’s very sweet and less shy than I expected, having watched some of his previous panels on DVD. He says he’s been taking some time off but is ready to get back to work. He answers questions, but the audience seems to be informing him rather than the other way around. The Firefly DVDs are in space? Did you guys know that? (Yes, Sean!) Zak Efron played young Simon in Safe, really? (Really, Sean.) It’s actually pretty adorable.
Yan’s panel is next, and he’s very funny and charming. I ask him if he had a chance to talk to Joss at all re Fanty and Mingo’s history with Mal. Apparently—yay for new backstory—the twins are supposed to be Badger’s cousins. “Cousins by marriage,” Yan jokes.
After Fanty or Mingo’s (I can never remember, but then again, neither can Joss) panel it’s time for Nathan’s photo ops. Jenn and I wait in line with a sizable group of preening girls (and guys!) eager for a picture with the captain. Nathan is his usual adorable/charming/handsome/personable self, not that I’m biased or anything. When it’s my turn, he holds out a hand and asks my name. “April,” I answer, because I can still remember my name. Nathan’s response? “I love that name.” I think I blanked out for a few seconds. Seriously, there’s this glowy-gold haze in which Nathan shakes my hand and introduces himself: “I’m Nathan.” Yes, Nathan, I know. I did pay 50 bucks for the privilege of touching yo
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Rock and roll! A serious thing about Sean, tho. Can't blame ya. The last scene with Jewel in the BDM really showed him off in the best light. He is gorgeous.
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Great report.
Guess it's time to change my name to April!
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Frisky Browncoat
No guns at Thanksgiving
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If Sean Maher is gay, then millions of fangirls (including me) are crying themselves to sleep tonight. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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RPG launcher bought in third world country illegally - $10
Landmines - $50 per
Attack/track dogs bred 1st class - $250-500 per
Highpowered assault rifles - $600 per
The look on your face when I show up on your doorstep with a bigfoot - ... Priceless
"You gotta love that the first pirated HD DVD is the one about space pirates who broadcast a video that the government wants to keep secret.
Can't stop the signal."
-reavers_ate_my_dvd
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Oh yeah, Sean Maher has got a smile to melt anyone's heart. 
It's a shame that Simon's situation makes it so that most people just see him as the stuck-up clumsy doctor.
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"My way of being polite, or however...well, it's the only way I have of showing you that I like you. Of showing respect." Simon Tam, Jaynestown
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