Prophecy, Entry Six. Summaries, Part One: Tuesday and Wednesday.

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Need I even say how julian_black rocks? Well, she does. Best. Roomie. Ever. She even wrote on her hand.

I have lots of notes this time. Okay, fine, I always have lots of notes. Anyway, I'm going to try to type all of these summaries tonight, but my hands are already complaining.

Tuesday

I left early, went through customs at the Blue Water Bridge, and was lucky enough to get a customs agent who had just finished book seven. She sent me through with no trouble, thank goodness. I was smuggling Snarry stuff in the back of my truck, so that was a relief.

The airport wouldn't let me park and wait, and sent me on a Circular Mission of Circle-tude. Around and around. Finally Julian emerged.

The hotel was about the same as the PR Sheraton, but thankfully the tub drain didn't leak, so I was able to take leisurely baths each morning. There were no squeaking elfvators this time. No, this time there was the Noisy Vent O'Doom in the bathroom, which sounded like someone blowdrying their hair in the next room. I had to close the door to the bathroom at night because it was so incredibly loud.

Anyway, Julian and I went down the street to find a place to eat, and when we went into a mall I realized that it was the Eaton Center, a mall I had once visited at age 12. I recognized it because I still have a picture of the ceiling.

We ate at Mr. Greenjeans and I was inappropriately touched on the bum. Not by Julian, though, by some overly friendly scary creepy guy. We ate sweet potato fries. Then an entirely different scary creepy guy sat down next to us and stared unblinkingly in Julian's direction for some time.

We fled to the Sheraton's overpriced bar and giggled some more. Well, I giggled, and Julian drank. I think there's a connection there.

Wednesday

I got up and went down to the Confessional Starbucks in the lobby. Then I sat at their "bar" and watched people come into the hotel, and played "Spot the Fen," which was amusing. There were definitely a lot more fen coming in than at PR on a similar day. I have a feeling that it's partially because of the number of fen involved, and also because Prophecy is more oriented to Thursday-Friday-Saturday, while PR was Friday-Saturday-Sunday.

I explored the hotel a little. Julian and I are convinced that it is a 70's holdout, given a bit of a facelift. The 70's chandeliers have been hidden under fabric covers, and there are four screens displaying hip butterfly screen savers that most definitely must be covering up some sort of hideous 70's metal spiderweb psychedelic avocado-colored murals.

I then went to the bank down the street to exchange money. The security guard completely stared at me. The entire time. No, really. I was dressed in Muggle clothing, even. It went on and on, even after I stared back.

There was a Starbucks attached to the bank, and it displayed a new nugget of Starbucks wisdom: Musing about what musing really means.

Back at the room, Julian and I watched what turned out to be the Gayest Motion Picture Ever Made while I worked on my costume. It was called Beau Brummell. There was a subtitle, I think, but I can't find it online, something about being the Bravest Man blah blah. So I watched it, not knowing any of the history behind it, and Julian and I ended up staring at it in astonishment.

There was no subtext in this movie. It was Right Up There On The Screen. Poor Elizabeth Taylor was some sort of pesky, pasted-on flower of het; she paled next to the romp happening on screen. Beau Brummell, you see, really liked George, Prince of Wales. I defy you to watch it and not think slashy thoughts.

At one point Brummell purchases two poodles from a street performer and gives one to George. They name them "Napoleon" and "Josephine." Then they give them a makeover. Then they dress them in matching outfits. Matching Brummell and George, I mean. I am not making this up.

Oh, and the final Deathbed scene, where he's apparently dying of tuberculosis, but in reality died of syphillus, is all you need. Elizabeth Taylor doesn't show up at Beau's bedside. Nope. It's Georgie.

Then Julian ate the white noise of food, which, coincidentally enough, resembles a Tim Horton's chicken wrap.

Julian and I went to Starbucks at some point and played more "Spot the Fen." There was a nebulous point system based on whether there were obvious fen trappings (things like Gryffindor scarves) or not. The point system may or may not have been entirely made up. I leave it to you to decide.

We went to a slash get-together at the Elephant and the Castle pub. (ETA: It was actually the Churchmouse & Firkin. *headdesk*) I kept thinking up other ridiculously unrelated pairings, like Cheese and Handkerchief, but I only ended up irritating everyone. Those present included lampblack, Julian, sesheta_66, alaana_fair, askani, drusillas_rain, tracy_loo_who, shadowpryde, sexts, and reciprocity_.

We talked about DH, and someone explained Draco's receding hairline was a temporary case of alopecia due to stress from an unhappy marriage--it will grow back when he gets a divorce. Also, we talked about disappointment and elation with DH. And then at my end of the table much was said about Supernatural, though nothing from me, because I don't even know what the show's about. It was a fun experience, though, and it was nice to meet new people.

Then I somehow ended up at Tim Hortons (much to Tim's chagrin) with midnitemaraud_r, cnary_crem_dght, aliciamasters, venivincere, xingou, Julian, and djin7. There was much talk of changing flists and changing fandoms; how your flist grows in new directions as people find new interests, and how people fall off the face of the internet, and stuff. Then Tim kicked us out, because Tim wanted to go to bed. He has to get up early to make the donuts.

Then I received a phone call from gmonkey42, and Julian and I met her at the bar, where we discussed canon!Snape while imbibing alcoholic beverages. It was so nice to see Gmonkey again! She is such a nice person.

And then bed. I dreamt of a Mounty wizard, and when Julian woke me up, I told her all about it, and how Due South fans would be thrilled, and then I fell asleep again.

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I kept hearing "Draco," myself. *laughs*

You have one of those personalities--I just liked you tremendously from the first moment I saw you. :) Hope to have lots of fun conversations in the future!