There are too many miracles that occurred to make this happen. How the convention hall was booked, how catering was provided, how so many writers from Ficly were able to come, there is no certainty.

What matters is that we MADE IT!

The subdivided hall is packed with people. Many came as they are, others chose a flashier style. Although no word was given, the opportunity to arrive in character, as the writer all our friends know, was too great to pass up. One casually checks his pocketwatch, another sports a red flower. There is a girl wearing glasses, another wearing some kind of goggles, and a purple dragon around somewhere. All in all, very much like any convention one might attend, with one main difference. People cluster together in conversation, laughing and talking like old friends. No need for computer screens, movies, or entertainment. Imagination is shared freely here.

Luckily, in this place, we aren’t restricted to 1024 characters per comment!