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wallsofjerichoWho| Joe Wilson and whomever
What| The Dynamos of DashCon: How the Tragedy and Subsequent Perseverance of 48 Hours Saved Fandom For the Next 1000 Years
Where| A pop culture museum in New Metropolis.
When| After Time Ripples
Warnings/Notes| I am so sorry.
The entire first level of the museum has been re-dedicated to this month's exhibit, a collection of art, music, and holo-vid speeches that together became emblematic of Dashcon - the 21st century convention that encompassed all which was Good and Right in fandom. That is, according to the very first placard that greets Joe on his way in.
The sign is actually quite hard to read. It stretches from the floor to the ceiling twenty feet above his head, and the font can't be bigger than 72 point. It couldn't be larger than that, because they seem to have written the same two sentences a hundred times. Just the title and that description, over and over. Artistic statement? Joe has to wonder about that.
On a hunch, he takes out both of his telepathic earplugs and sees that each line appears to be in a different language. Interlac is near eye height, and English is not far away. That makes sense, use the current dominant language and the language of the time period, but why everything else?
Joey continues further into the crowded lobby and stops suddenly when the whistling starts from nowhere causes the entire crowd to stand at attention. Each has one hand engaged in an apparently significant gesture, and they are all facing the center of the room. A large pit has been dug straight through the museum's floor, and it seems to be full of ... sports equipment.
He puts the earplugs back in, just in case there's some sort of visual language that isn't translating.
It's about then that he realizes that about a third of the moving statues aren't human, and still more have been covered with tarps and small, apologetic signs explaining that the artist is working on converting this being to [species] and did not mean to offend anyone by the lack of inclusivity. How many aliens did they think were on Earth in the 2000s?
What| The Dynamos of DashCon: How the Tragedy and Subsequent Perseverance of 48 Hours Saved Fandom For the Next 1000 Years
Where| A pop culture museum in New Metropolis.
When| After Time Ripples
Warnings/Notes| I am so sorry.
The entire first level of the museum has been re-dedicated to this month's exhibit, a collection of art, music, and holo-vid speeches that together became emblematic of Dashcon - the 21st century convention that encompassed all which was Good and Right in fandom. That is, according to the very first placard that greets Joe on his way in.
The sign is actually quite hard to read. It stretches from the floor to the ceiling twenty feet above his head, and the font can't be bigger than 72 point. It couldn't be larger than that, because they seem to have written the same two sentences a hundred times. Just the title and that description, over and over. Artistic statement? Joe has to wonder about that.
On a hunch, he takes out both of his telepathic earplugs and sees that each line appears to be in a different language. Interlac is near eye height, and English is not far away. That makes sense, use the current dominant language and the language of the time period, but why everything else?
Joey continues further into the crowded lobby and stops suddenly when the whistling starts from nowhere causes the entire crowd to stand at attention. Each has one hand engaged in an apparently significant gesture, and they are all facing the center of the room. A large pit has been dug straight through the museum's floor, and it seems to be full of ... sports equipment.
He puts the earplugs back in, just in case there's some sort of visual language that isn't translating.
It's about then that he realizes that about a third of the moving statues aren't human, and still more have been covered with tarps and small, apologetic signs explaining that the artist is working on converting this being to [species] and did not mean to offend anyone by the lack of inclusivity. How many aliens did they think were on Earth in the 2000s?