Comic-Con (open RP)

[nerdherdchuck]

ooc: This post is open to everyone. It's complete bendy time too. Feel free to drop by, chat with one another and have fun!

The San Diego convention center was filled with all sorts of exhibits, panels and vendors selling all sorts of collectibles. There seemed to be so much to do and tons of events worth seeing.

"I'm finally here," Chuck commented out loud to no one in particular.

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[terry-trouble.livejournal.com]

"Awww, what? I like it." Terry assured him, her arm linked through his as she absently swung her swag bag at her side as they strolled along the rows of vendors. "I mean, seriously: CSI? I'm a geek by trade, it's my natural habitat. Okay, so maybe I'm not a comic book nerd per se, but I know you are. Maybe."

Grinning, she laughed and leaned up to kiss his cheek. "Just enjoy, huh?" It had taken some convincing to get him to come...he'd been thoroughly convinced she never would. Normally, she probably wouldn't have gone, but he was already peering around with such interest that she couldn't help but enjoy herself, even if it was just on his behalf.

And okay, some of the comics looked kind of interesting. What girl in her right mind didn't want just a little piece of Superman, really...

[nickhart.livejournal.com]

Wrapping his arm around her waist, he found himself grinning. "Yer here. How could I not enjoy myself? I'm just glad ya didn't make me dress up. I don't care how much we look like the couple from Alias, I was not goin' t' dress Goth just t' prove yer point. Although I think ya would look cute with pink hair," Nick added with a tease as they began to walk past the booths.

[terry-trouble.livejournal.com]

Terry huffed in mock disappointment, reaching for a stray curl at her shoulder and pulling it in front of her face to stare at cross-eyed. "As if...pink hair sucked. If I was gonna dress up like that spy chick? I'd so do the red hair and black catsuit."

Drawing away from Nick's grip, she stood in his path and struck an exaggerated sexy pose, complete with sultry pout. "Can you see me with fire engine hair and that cool black belly shirt? Seriously, what spy dresses like that?..."

[nickhart.livejournal.com]

"The kind that needs the ratin's," Nick quipped with a grin, leaning forward to drop a kiss on her lips. "Good thin' ya didn't though. I'd hate t' have t' get arrested fer beatin' men away with the nearest stick. Guys are oglin' ya enough without ya in an outfit like that." His arms slipped around her absently as he spoke.

[terry-trouble.livejournal.com]

"Pffft...please, they're all much more interested in the Slave Girl Leia we saw coming in." Terry teased, stealing a kiss of her own as she walked backwards so she wouldn't have to leave the circle of his arms. "More skin, less with the elbows and stepping on feet to get through the crowd. I actually think I spiked one dude's instep. Serves him right, little Jabba in training was cramping my style."

[nickhart.livejournal.com]

Nick laughed at that. "Yeah, I think I'd have t' club them away if ya wore that one." Looking around, Nick frowned faintly. "D' ya have any idea where anythin' is?" He asked with a laugh.

[terry-trouble.livejournal.com]

Giggling, Terry moved to walk by his side again, linking her arm through his. "Well, I think I see a Marvel vendor down there? And that's got to be some Star Trek thing on the right. There's also a conference hall down at the end of this one, and I know they have some talks and panels and other good stuff at shindigs like this, right? Seminars on learning Klingon, how to make adamantium claws, Wookie cross-stitching demonstrations..."

[nickhart.livejournal.com]

"How t' make what now?" Nick laughed. "Yeah, just what we need. More Wolverines in the world." Looking around, he chuckled. "It's weird, but I think not bein' in outfits makes us stand out more than bein' in them."