Jason's used to crowds. Angel Grove isn't a small place, after all, and he's been to a few martial arts tournaments. And then there was Power Rangers Day a few weeks ago. He was pretty good with all that. But then there are crowds, and there's crowds.
With well over a million visitors coming in to Legion-Con, getting lost in the hustle and bustle is a very real possibility. He hadn't wanted to be recognized, so he'd stopped by a booth, denying that he was a Legionnaire of course (apparently all humans looked alike to some races. Go figure.) and bought a Great Saiyaman helmet just to cover the whole 'secret identity' gig. He was used to the big, bulky helmets, rather than the Nova setups they had. A hoodie modeled after Gwen's and he was pretty well set on the secret identity gig.
Not that it stopped another vendor from suckering him into a few more goods, like a shell-shaped backpack, a Founding Members poster, and fuzzy slippers modeled after Gates. Kimberly would've been mortified at his shopping choices. Then again, she probably would've spent all day at the clothing stalls.
He stopped at the bounds of a cone of silence to admire a clear, quiet circle of mentallo-sculptors, using helmets that projected their thoughts into reality, as they worked together to create an ever-evolving tribute to the Legion's history, one form flowing into another as it ran through the members, their tragedies, and their triumphs. Not as they were, Jason knew from experience that Karate Kid wasn't that built, but as the people saw them. Something just short of living gods.
And we're supposed to measure up to that?
Scenario B:
If the vendors at Legion-Con weren't bad enough, there was the actual market. Buying one of everything available would easily bankrupt a small nation, Jason bet. Still, it didn't stop him from springing on a few more items.
He'd skipped over the spectro-tailor. Normally an outfit that changed color with your mood would've grabbed his attention, but not after the Lantern business. But the programmable ferrofluid statuette was too cool to pass up. Billy probably would've loved it. If he ever got home, he'd have to remember to give it to him.
He paused outside of a flower stand, considering for a moment as a batch of plants hummed to match the surrounding mood of enthusiasm. Who would I even give that to? Gwen was cute, but she was more of a buddy than anything else. Videl was straight up awesome, but he wasn't sure what was up with her and Gohan. Jazmin was really busy, and... Overall, nice thought? But he honestly barely knew any of them. Offering flowers would just be weird and really not his place.
He dropped a few credits into the tip jar, then slipped into line at a food vendor who'd set up stall a few spaces down. Maybe some noodles would do him good.
Scenario F:
Fireworks. Awesome at normal times. But Jason had decided to both cheat and dabble in a long-denied secret curiosity, using his flight ring to hover above the action and watch them go off beneath him. He'd even sent out an invite on the omnicomms to join him, setting up a hovertable in the air next to them to handle the food and drinks.
It was a little disappointing to learn that the fireworks were all fake, but that disappointment had faded as soon as the first series of lights went off beneath him, illuminating the crowd.
"Whoof. I might have set things up a little too close to the action, huh?" Despite the complaint, he was laughing. Talk about a way to feel like a little kid again.
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Jason's used to crowds. Angel Grove isn't a small place, after all, and he's been to a few martial arts tournaments. And then there was Power Rangers Day a few weeks ago. He was pretty good with all that. But then there are crowds, and there's crowds.
With well over a million visitors coming in to Legion-Con, getting lost in the hustle and bustle is a very real possibility. He hadn't wanted to be recognized, so he'd stopped by a booth, denying that he was a Legionnaire of course (apparently all humans looked alike to some races. Go figure.) and bought a Great Saiyaman helmet just to cover the whole 'secret identity' gig. He was used to the big, bulky helmets, rather than the Nova setups they had. A hoodie modeled after Gwen's and he was pretty well set on the secret identity gig.
Not that it stopped another vendor from suckering him into a few more goods, like a shell-shaped backpack, a Founding Members poster, and fuzzy slippers modeled after Gates. Kimberly would've been mortified at his shopping choices. Then again, she probably would've spent all day at the clothing stalls.
He stopped at the bounds of a cone of silence to admire a clear, quiet circle of mentallo-sculptors, using helmets that projected their thoughts into reality, as they worked together to create an ever-evolving tribute to the Legion's history, one form flowing into another as it ran through the members, their tragedies, and their triumphs. Not as they were, Jason knew from experience that Karate Kid wasn't that built, but as the people saw them. Something just short of living gods.
And we're supposed to measure up to that?
Scenario B:
If the vendors at Legion-Con weren't bad enough, there was the actual market. Buying one of everything available would easily bankrupt a small nation, Jason bet. Still, it didn't stop him from springing on a few more items.
He'd skipped over the spectro-tailor. Normally an outfit that changed color with your mood would've grabbed his attention, but not after the Lantern business. But the programmable ferrofluid statuette was too cool to pass up. Billy probably would've loved it. If he ever got home, he'd have to remember to give it to him.
He paused outside of a flower stand, considering for a moment as a batch of plants hummed to match the surrounding mood of enthusiasm. Who would I even give that to? Gwen was cute, but she was more of a buddy than anything else. Videl was straight up awesome, but he wasn't sure what was up with her and Gohan. Jazmin was really busy, and... Overall, nice thought? But he honestly barely knew any of them. Offering flowers would just be weird and really not his place.
He dropped a few credits into the tip jar, then slipped into line at a food vendor who'd set up stall a few spaces down. Maybe some noodles would do him good.
Scenario F:
Fireworks. Awesome at normal times. But Jason had decided to both cheat and dabble in a long-denied secret curiosity, using his flight ring to hover above the action and watch them go off beneath him. He'd even sent out an invite on the omnicomms to join him, setting up a hovertable in the air next to them to handle the food and drinks.
It was a little disappointing to learn that the fireworks were all fake, but that disappointment had faded as soon as the first series of lights went off beneath him, illuminating the crowd.
"Whoof. I might have set things up a little too close to the action, huh?" Despite the complaint, he was laughing. Talk about a way to feel like a little kid again.