Tol-in-Gaurhoth L: Battle of the Fandoms - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Durelin · 09-10-2008, 11:09 AM

Tomorrow would be the first day of Omnicon. In twenty-four hours, the Barrow-Downs Convention Center would be filled with robed witches and wizards, steampunkers with spiky blue hair and goggles, ninjas, wielders of foam swords and Nerf guns, gamers with carpal-tunnel syndrome, and Ring-bearers. The Barrow-Wight watched the preparations with distaste. The amount of off-topic shenanigans that would ensue… With squirrel recruitment down by 30% just in the past two years, there was no way he could keep this abomination fully Tolkien related. If only he had thought of Oxonmoot…and lived anywhere near Oxford…

Once this thing got going, he would not be setting foot out of his Barrow for a month at least.

Special guests were being seen to and schedules finalized. Andy Serkis was scheduled to perform several times, though no one was sure what. Sean Bean would perhaps sign autographs. Emma Watson was to stop by and answer a few questions, Hermione style. Leonard Nimoy was late – presumably because William Shatner had arrived early. Mark Hamill had turned up uninvited.

The con-goers had been arriving in the area, as well, checking into their hotels or settling into their cars for the night. Those who tried to set up tents outside (and inside) the convention center were chased away, or rather sent away with the name of the hotel where...well, where whomever the nuisances happened to “<3” (as displayed on their t-shirts) was supposedly staying.

The preparations went long into the night. While most con-goers dreamt of their fictional or celebrity lovers, three figures plotted in the darkness. This would be easy-pickings. As far as they knew, only a handful of vampire-hunters might be attending…

Night 1 has begun!

The werewolves may PM each other to plot. Seer, send me your dream.

Sweet dreams!

Durelin · 09-11-2008, 11:00 AM

A trail of blood ran several yards from one of the front doors of the convention center, leading to a body. The scene was taped off, the body bag was brought in, though Omnicon-goers were already beginning to flood the building. There were screams, cries of horror and shock as police were forced to hold a few people back from throwing themselves onto the corpse to weep for the beloved dead.

Several policemen were busy, elsewhere, as they approached the signing tables, where Wiliiam Shatner was signing autographs. He had been scheduled to speak, welcoming everyone to the convention, immediately after Leonard Nimoy. But there were some changes in the schedule.

“Mr. Shatner,” one of the officers began, and was interrupted by a quiet addition of “Captain” from one of his fellows. “You’re coming with us,” he continued, in style. “Now stand up slowly. No fancy moves.”

“But…why?”

“Ask Mr. Nimoy. Now let’s go.” The policemen pulled the Star Trek Captain out of his chair, ignoring the yelling and flailing of fans who had been lining up for autographs.

The officers took him out by the front doors, not at all concerned with the scene they were causing. Or rather, concerned that they were indeed seen leading a hand-cuffed William Shatner out to a squad car. And so they led him right by the body.

“Leonard?” Shatner gasped. (For his expression of shock, see here.)

Feanor of the Peredhil looked on, her face pale. These emotions of grief and pain were illogical, and though she would certainly shed tears later, for now she simply acted. “No, James, don’t let them take you! You know you’re innocent! I know you are! It wasn’t you, it was Werewolves!”

The convention center was silenced as the final word echoed through the minds of all present.

“What?” Shatner asked, his final word as the door closed behind him and his uniformed escorts.

“Besides,” Feanor began to no one in particular, “this is Mirror Spock.” She was deep in thought as she peered at his goateed chin.

Tribbles continued to devour the remains as crime scene photos were taken and experts pondered how they should remove the cute, fuzzy little animals.

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~The Dead~

Leonard Nimoy (Half-Vulcan) ~ illogically murdered by the wolves

~The Living~

Rikae - Stalker of the preciousss Andy Serkis
Nerwen - Jedi Master, specializing in memorabilia collecting and movie quoting
Feanor of the Peredhil - Rabid Cosmo fan and TOS-TNG Trekkie with opinions
Boromir88 - Fireworks Pyro and Sean Bean's #1 fan
Nilpaurion Felagund - Noldo with a zanpakutou named Telpelin and the Mangekyou Sharingan
Nogrod - "Spore" anticipator who wants to play Eru
Gwathagor - Academian lost among lunatics and pop culture
satansaloser2005 - "Doctor Who" Luuuver
McCaber - Old School RPer
Shastanis Althreduin - Rabid Hermione Fan-wizard
Brinniel - 'Reality' TV Fan
Mithalwen - Confused hardcore Tolkienista who thought she was going to Oxonmoot
Isabellkya - Rabid fan of Vampire Princess Miyu
Lalwendë - "In The Night Garden" Fan-mother
Kath - Pro-Harry/Hermione Fan-witch
CaptainofDespair - Cluny the Scourge cosplayer out to make the con "Cluny's Con"
Macalaure - "Civilization" fan with Machiavellian tendencies

Day 1 has begun.
Talk! (Wolves, no more PMing.)

Quote:

Originally Posted by Spock

Computer, compute to the last digit the value of pi.

Boromir88 · 09-11-2008, 11:38 AM

In honor of the great Leonard Nimoy's death, I will put on the grandest fireworks display this world has ever seen, tonight. A re-enactment of the U.S.S. Enterprise vs. the Borg space-invaders.

Lalwendë · 09-11-2008, 11:47 AM

Iggle piggle, iggle onk, it's time to catch the ninky nonk!

Mithalwen · 09-11-2008, 11:59 AM

*Mithalwen enters holding a small teddy dressed as Frodo the Ring Bear-er*
James, I've a feeling we're not in Oxford anymore. Where are the people in cloaks, the foot ....err wigs, over earnest guitar playing and endless dreadful poetry?

Feanor of the Peredhil · 09-11-2008, 12:10 PM

Zomg, I wasn't thinking clearly! Is it too late to make myself into a Twilight fangirl? Just think of the werewolf puns...

Macalaure · 09-11-2008, 12:08 PM

What? Sid Meier's not at the convention? Bummer.

Alright, here's the deal, wolves: you can kill, mangle, dispatch, defile, devour one of us at night if you like. I don't mind. That's all fair game and fine with me.

But if you go and send your warriors and archers against my newfound cities, I promise... I will kill you!

09-11-2008, 11:38 AM	#3
Boromir88 Laconic Loreman Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: USA Posts: 7,507	In honor of the great Leonard Nimoy's death, I will put on the grandest fireworks display this world has ever seen, tonight. A re-enactment of the U.S.S. Enterprise vs. the Borg space-invaders. __________________ Fenris Penguin

09-11-2008, 11:47 AM	#4
Lalwendë A Mere Boggart Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: under the bed Posts: 4,737	Iggle piggle, iggle onk, it's time to catch the ninky nonk! __________________ Gordon's alive!

09-11-2008, 11:59 AM	#5
Mithalwen Pilgrim Soul Join Date: May 2004 Location: watching the wonga-wonga birds circle... Posts: 9,449	Vulcans and vampires and wolves, Oh my! Mithalwen enters holding a small teddy dressed as Frodo the Ring Bear-er James, I've a feeling we're not in Oxford anymore. Where are the people in cloaks, the foot ....err wigs, over earnest guitar playing and endless dreadful poetry? __________________ “But Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees in Eldamar.” Christopher Tolkien, Requiescat in pace

09-11-2008, 12:10 PM	#6
Feanor of the Peredhil La Belle Dame sans Merci Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: perpetual uncertainty Posts: 5,517	Zomg, I wasn't thinking clearly! Is it too late to make myself into a Twilight fangirl? Just think of the werewolf puns... __________________ peace

09-10-2008, 11:09 AM	#1
Durelin Estelo dagnir, Melo ring Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 3,063	Tol-in-Gaurhoth L: Battle of the Fandoms Tomorrow would be the first day of Omnicon. In twenty-four hours, the Barrow-Downs Convention Center would be filled with robed witches and wizards, steampunkers with spiky blue hair and goggles, ninjas, wielders of foam swords and Nerf guns, gamers with carpal-tunnel syndrome, and Ring-bearers. The Barrow-Wight watched the preparations with distaste. The amount of off-topic shenanigans that would ensue… With squirrel recruitment down by 30% just in the past two years, there was no way he could keep this abomination fully Tolkien related. If only he had thought of Oxonmoot…and lived anywhere near Oxford… Once this thing got going, he would not be setting foot out of his Barrow for a month at least. Special guests were being seen to and schedules finalized. Andy Serkis was scheduled to perform several times, though no one was sure what. Sean Bean would perhaps sign autographs. Emma Watson was to stop by and answer a few questions, Hermione style. Leonard Nimoy was late – presumably because William Shatner had arrived early. Mark Hamill had turned up uninvited. The con-goers had been arriving in the area, as well, checking into their hotels or settling into their cars for the night. Those who tried to set up tents outside (and inside) the convention center were chased away, or rather sent away with the name of the hotel where...well, where whomever the nuisances happened to “<3” (as displayed on their t-shirts) was supposedly staying. The preparations went long into the night. While most con-goers dreamt of their fictional or celebrity lovers, three figures plotted in the darkness. This would be easy-pickings. As far as they knew, only a handful of vampire-hunters might be attending… Night 1 has begun! The werewolves may PM each other to plot. Seer, send me your dream. Sweet dreams! Last edited by Durelin; 09-11-2008 at 11:03 AM.

09-11-2008, 12:08 PM	#7
Macalaure Fading Fëanorion Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: into the flood again Posts: 2,911	What? Sid Meier's not at the convention? Bummer. Alright, here's the deal, wolves: you can kill, mangle, dispatch, defile, devour one of us at night if you like. I don't mind. That's all fair game and fine with me. But if you go and send your warriors and archers against my newfound cities, I promise... I will kill you!