We either had to get there by 2 or 4, and suddenly I can’t remember which. I think I wrote 4 the other day, but I wrote 2 in the original journal, so it was one of those and it doesn’t really matter. Why are you fretting over this so much? Get a job.
We very nearly miss it. We’re already late, and N1NJ4 absolutely has to stop at McDonald’s first. So shit. I guess we’re stopping at McDonald’s.
We get to the convention and go wait in the sitting area for Jon St. John to show up. Ten or fifteen minutes go by, and it occurs to me to peek in the window to see what’s going on in the room next to us. And what do I see, but Jon St. John! There’s a voice acting panel going on inside (Voice-a-Palooza) and we need to be there.
Accompanying Mr. St. John is Wes Johnson, Matthew Mercer (he’s EVERYWHERE), and um. Well, the guy with the glasses. But not THAT Guy with the Glasses. Anyways, we sit in the back, I climb upon a stack of chairs, and dig for a camera just in case. The panel’s pretty entertaining. I’ve been considering trying to get into voice acting, so I paid full attention. At the end, however, it got really good.
The four guys got together and, using suggestions from the audience, put together a scene they would (voice) act out for us then and there. JSJ was Blanche Devareux, a smoker from North Carolina. Matt Mercer was a… gay Scottish gnome, I believe. But those last two mostly seemed to converge into something vaguely Leprechauny. Wes Johnson was the narrator and shopkeeper (the shopkeeper being my favorite voice, somehow), and the fourth guy was Woody Allen.
Now, that IS quite a motley crew.