Author's Note:
So, this is very loosely inspired by my Twitter stream. I blame Travis for this fanfic though, as I was Tweeting with him at the time and we tossed Chris and Ross fanfic ideas around. This will end up being about six chapters long, if all goes as planned.
"Why do I have to go to Gen Con again?" Ross complained, as he boarded the plane.
"Because my friend's friend's boyfriend's aunt is friends with some guy who is the son of one of the people who set up Gen Con and we are getting to have Hubar TV Live for free. Do you understand we are getting a vendor's spot free? How rare that is? I'd rather go to Comic Con but hey…free is free and we are going." Chris explained, as he took a seat next to the window.
"Wait, what? Who do you know, that knows someone who knows someone? Could you repeat that?"
Chris went through what he said mentally.
Ross got a shit eating grin on his face.
"Fuck you." Chris muttered.
"Oh come on, I almost had you. Admit it, you almost laughed."
"Almost only counts in hand grenades and nuclear warfare."
"Seriously though, how did we get in for free?"
"The spot was already paid for by someone else, they backed out. They looked for someone to take the spot. Eventually I got asked and I said yes."
"Oh good, second or tenth choice. Great."
"Would you stop being such a morose mother fucker? This will be fun."
"Isn't Gen Con for guys who can't get laid, who live in their parents basements and play D&D?"
"There is more to Gen Con than D&D nerds. A lot of people dress up. Like full fledged costumes."
"Great. So, it'll be like we never left LA."
This elicited a genuine smile from Chris. "I'm sure there will be more than people dressed up and D&D nerds. They usually have celebrity panels. The lines are long though, but worth the wait if you care enough about the celebrity."
"Celebrities go to Gen Con? Really?"
"Well, nerdy celebrities. Like Wil Wheaton."
"Who's Wil Wheaton?"
"You don't know who Wil Wheaton is?"
"I know Family Guy made a joke about him and the way Stewie says his name."
"He played Wesley Crusher, on Next Gen."
"Ooooh. That guy. Okay."
"You still have no idea who I'm talking about, do you?"
"Nope."
"He has a Twitter account."
"So does everyone else in the universe."
"The word you're looking for, would be world. Not universe. Pretty sure the aliens don't use Twitter."
"First off, it was a hyperbole. Secondly, how do you know aliens don't use Twitter?" Ross ticked off his fingers respectively, to help emphasis his point.
Chris punched Ross in the arm.
"What was that for?"
"Nothing. I just felt like doing it."
"Whatever. I Googled Indianapolis, to see what there was to do there. I want to go to the Children's Museum."
"The Children's Museum? Are you five? Besides that, we probably won't have time for any tourism shit."
"Well, I'm sure as hell not going to spend all four days of the convention inside a cram packed building."
"Well, I'm sure as hell not going to be the only person manning the Hubar TV booth." Chris mocked.
"Oh right, the booth. Speaking of, we may piss off some viewers for having our show on Friday and not Monday."
"So what? I'm sure all eight of the regulars will come no matter when we do the show."
"I just don't want to alienate our fans. Also, what about the time difference?"
"Ross, we can figure it out when we get there."
"Don't you think we should do it now, so we aren't scrambling?"
"Everything will work out. Stop worrying so much."
"I'm not worrying. I just like to be prepared."
"Well, if it makes you feel better then go for it. I, however, am going to take a nap." Chris rolled away from Ross and closed his eyes.
"So, I'm going to a convention I know nothing about and don't even want to go to and I have to plan our show by myself."
"I'm not going to have to listen to you bitch the whole flight am I?"
"I thought you were going to sleep."
"I'd be able to, if you stop whining."
"I'm not whining."
"Then what would you call it?"
"I was just stating the obvious."
Chris merely shook his head in response, his eyes staying resolutely closed.
Ross fell quiet as well, and decided to listen to some music to help pass the time.
The four hour flight ended and luckily all of their luggage was on the conveyer belt when they went to go pick it up. The two of them took a taxi to the Hyatt, which was conveniently connected to the Convention Center by a skywalk.
"The hotel paid for as well?" Ross asked, as they walked into the expansive lobby.
"Yep. We just had to pay for the tickets to fly to and from and food and stuff. But the hotel and vendor slot and badges are paid for in full."
"You know, when something is too good to be true it usually is right?"
"Since when did you become such a skeptic?"
Ross shrugged. "Just sayin' is all."
Chris checked them in. They'd have to share a room but at least there would be two beds. They unpacked and got situated.
"Can we please plan the show now?" Ross asked, as he took a seat on one of the beds.
"Jesus Christ, we just got here."
"Well, Gen Con starts tomorrow. We'll be spending time setting up the booth and doing whatever the hell else people do at this convention. When will we have time to plan the show on Thursday?"
"Dude, it's..." Chris glanced at the small digital clock on the nightstand briefly "...it's only two o'clock here. Can we get lunch and then talk about the show afterward?"
"Fine." Ross relented.
They asked the clerk in the lobby for recommendations on where to eat and got several. They decided to take the Skywalk to the Circle Center Mall food court. They ended up eating at Johnny Rocket's, a fifties themed diner known for their burger and fries. They ate in companionable silence and once they got back to their hotel room, they finally mapped out their show for Friday.
