February 23rd, 2009
|01:39 pm - Redemption report|
The Redemption weekend was very thrilling and we owe great thanks to our friends who organised it. The hotel was distinguished from previous venues by having very obliging and friendly waiting staff, not at all snooty. I'll comment a bit more on the fabulous guests and events in another post.
Compared to other hotels the venue wasn't always as convenient, being vertical rather than horizontal in layout, and having bars on various floors, which sometimes made it hard to track down friends. To aid with this I created a hand-held motion detector and sensor, which showed a map of the air ducts and corridors of the station, with a glowing green blob representing each of the colonists, er, I mean livejournal friends attending the convention.
Using my improvised sensor I walked through the deserted installation. It was eerily quiet, and the conventional Weyland-Yutani atmospheric processing configuration of the Britannia Hotel, Coventry, was in places obscured by bizarre fungoid growths, and excretions of what appeared to be a type of organic glue. Convention weapons policy meant I had to disable my phase-gun before venturing beyond reception, which made me extra jumpy. 'What am I going to use - harsh language?' I reflected to myself. Though come to think of it, together with sarcasm, it had always worked before.
One of the lifts was out of order, and I couldn't help but notice that some kind of acidic residue had burned its way through not only the carpet, but the reinforced steel of the lift floor. A bit of an accident with the hotel breakfast.
My sensor-detector told me that all the conference attendees were in the Cavendish Suite, attending a panel on 'Old or New Who - which is most canonical and generally best?' Imagine the image on my portable screen - all the little green dots, pulsing as one, seemingly crammed into an impossibly small area.
When I got there it had obviously been a hard-fought battle. All of my lj-friends were spread-eagled on the wall, embedded in hardened resin. Some had alien entities glued to their faces (note - could have been lipstick). gfk88 opened his eyes for a moment and groaned 'Kiiilll... mee....' before a ghastly fanged alien leaped from his chest and scuttled away to take part in the Cabaret.
Luckily there was no permanent harm done and everyone had a laugh about it in the bar later.
|Date:||February 23rd, 2009 02:33 pm (UTC)|| |
It was lovely seeing you too!
and yes I agree - one of the lifts was definately not operating under normal conditions.
A smashing weekend (I am going to do a proper report too).
|Date:||February 23rd, 2009 03:13 pm (UTC)|| |
Oi ! How come I get singled out for the John Hurt treatment?
Because I was talking to you when I said I'd post this to my lj IIRC, so it's basically your fault
|Date:||February 23rd, 2009 03:22 pm (UTC)|| |
Ah yes - alien impregnation as conversational retribution. That seems fair.
|Date:||February 23rd, 2009 07:28 pm (UTC)|| |
It was quite quiet and peaceful inside the resin.
Like the paving stone in Love and Monsters
|Date:||February 23rd, 2009 08:08 pm (UTC)|| |
"So, Brain, what are we going to do today...?"
It passes the time at work. Hope you all got back safe.
|Date:||February 23rd, 2009 09:18 pm (UTC)|| |
Someone should make a movie of that...
In Coventry, no-one can hear you scream
I heart that icon so much.
|Date:||February 25th, 2009 05:09 am (UTC)|| |
Remind me again why you are not a massive Death Machine fan? (the brit cut of course) I mean it is your right of course, it's just stuff like this that makes it so nonplussing, ;-p
I still haven't seen it. One day it will be on free telly. Then I'll know what I've been missing.
You do know that I will happily pirate you a copy of my pirated Japanese laserdisk copy if you say the word, yes? And I sincerely believe that Mr. Norrington would approve.
Will get on that on the morrow when I will hopefully be sober enough to remember how machines work.
Glad you enjoyed it. And a great report. Sorry about the problems with the hotel navigation. My suggestion is to go via the pool, instead (the submerged tunnel was mostly free of traffic, apart from when the giant squid were migrating).
I thought your demonstrations during the Telepathy Workshop were enthralling, but I had a few problems reaching the Third Level. Good debate with Hartnell and Troughton, too.
Dead Dog was fun, though we could have done with a few more trolleys-worth of deceased canines - some people arrived after all were taken.
And next time, we should be careful not to programme the Eschaton, the Singularity, and Great Cthulhu's Rising all at the same time, as there were complaints that some people wanted to go to both. And Cthulhu probably shouldn't be in the bar.
And offer the option for con badges to be on a lanyard instead of neck implant - they always give me a nosebleed.
(BTW - outstanding)
Edited at 2009-02-24 04:09 pm (UTC)