SomeBloke420: I'm not including those characters because they don't matter to the story I'm trying to tell. I believe its better to focus on a core group of characters who can actually contribute to the plot, rather than padding out the cast with characters who aren't going to contribute anything. There's a few more players I might add in the future, but I've already got a lot of characters to work with as it is.

So, since we're moving into the convention arc, here's a convention story. I took my dad to LA ComicCon back in October, because my dad is the person who gave me my love of comic books and super heroes. We had a blast, aside from when we tried to get ourselves some grub. As is standard now, the Convention had a place for food trucks to set up shop. So when we got hungry, we lined up outside a truck that was selling wraps and sandwiches and stuff. After waiting in line, in the hot sun for something like 40 minutes, we finally got to the front of the truck, whereupon the guy at the counter greeted us by saying "So you guys know the rules, right?" I hadn't see anything posted, so I said no. He informed us, that they were backed up, and anything we ordered at that point was going to have an hour and half wait time, minimum. AN HOUR AND A HALF, TO MAKE A FRIGGIN SANDWICH. I asked, for confirmation, if it was really going to take him an hour and a half to take some meat, and throw it between two slices of toast, and he confirmed that this was in fact the case, because, and I quote, "You can't rush perfection." I told him where he could shove his Perfection, and we left. Dad agreed that I had made the right choice.Story has a happy ending though. Once we got back into the convention center, we noticed that there was a little cafeteria opened up on the side of the dealer's hall. Since we had nothing to lose, we decided to go check it out. Even though it was packed, we got in and out in a little under 10 minutes, with burgers, fries, and drinks, all for about half of what a meal at the truck would have cost us. The food wasn't great, but it was decidedly lacking in the taste of douchebag, so I felt like we came out on top there, and after we finished recharging, we were able to go back and enjoy the rest of the convention. On our way out, we noticed that there were a TON of vendors selling hotdogs, churros, carne asada, and all kinds of awesome stuff right in front of the convention center. Really wished we'd known that sooner, but now we'll know for next time, hehe.

If you guys have any convention stories you'd like to share, I'd love to hear them. Otherwise, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, and I'll see you next time.

Lincoln checked his watch impatiently. He'd begun to do so with increasing frequency, but he couldn't help it. In only a scant few hours, Savy Con would begin, and he needed to be at the convention center with his booth set up before that happened.

He'd done everything he could the night before to make their exodus as smooth as possible: he'd loaded up all his product in Vanzilla, he'd conducted an exhaustive costume check with Leni, so as to ensure that everyone would have something to wear, and he'd prepared and carefully portioned enough food to feed an army (even though he knew it would only be a matter of time before the group collectively broke down and splurged on sub-par, overly expensive burgers and pizza). He had done all this knowing full well that the time for departure would ultimately be decided by how fast his four extremely teenaged sisters (and Sam) would take to get ready, and in spite of this knowledge, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Lincoln resisted the urge to check his watch again, and instead chose to pace the breadth of the Loud's living room, hoping that the tphysical activity would provide some level of distraction. He came across one of Lola's emergency mirrors, and, in a brief moment of vanity, allowed himself a moment to admire his reflection.

Staring back at him was the spitting image of Ace Savy, as seen in Aces Wild. Albeit, shorter, younger, doughier, and all around...lesser, than the real McCoy. But so great was Leni's skill with a needle and thread, that for a moment, he could almost allow himself to believe that he was staring at Ace Savy. As soon as all this convention stuff was over, he was absolutely going to do something to thank her for all her hard work.

Again, the urge to check his watch passed through him, but mercifully, just as he was about to give into the temptation, salvation arrived in the sound of soft footsteps descending the nearby stairs. Lincoln raced around to the foot of the stairs to give the individual in question his most heartfelt thanks, but when he reached his destination he could only stare, his mouth slightly agog.

The Night Club, looking like she'd stepped right off the pages of one of his comic books. Lincoln tried to think of a word that could express how fantastic Luna looked, but all his brain was giving him were sound effects, and that felt like an inappropriate way to greet your sister.

Lincoln was extremely familiar with the outfit in question, having drawn it often enough, but it was one thing to draw an attractive girl, and it was quite another to see that same girl standing in front of you. The Night Club's simple combination of a leotard, leggings, and long boots had been chosen to in order to make her seem bold and bombastic, qualities that seemed appropriate for a character based off the loudest of the Louds. What he hadn't anticipated, was the way that same outfit drew attention to certain aspects of Luna's blossoming form that Lincoln had, thus far, managed to avoid paying much attention to. Particularly the tantalizing glimpse of Luna's shapely thighs that could be seen in the all too brief space that existed between the top of her boots and end of her leotard.

Sam's a lucky girl, Lincoln found himself thinking.

"Buh", was what actually came out of Lincoln's mouth, as he stepped forward to greet the girl at the foot of the stairs.

"Eep!" came Luna's reply, and in a remarkable display of physicality, the rocker managed to propel herself into a standing jump and land several feet directly to the left of where she had been standing, her completely rigid legs allowing her to stick the landing neatly.

Lincoln felt...confused, at the actions of his older sister, but nevertheless, responded with some light applause. It just felt like the appropriate thing to do.

"Don't worry about her, Linc", came a melodic voice from off to the side. "She's just feeling a little self conscious about her new look."

"I don't know why she would be" Lincoln remarked, turning to the greet the new arrival, "Luna looks amaaaaghrk!"

As he took in the costume clad form of Sam Sharp, the remainder of Lincoln's thought died a horrible, bloody, death. Gunned down in the line of duty, and ultimately mourned by no one.

Lincoln recognized that, objectively, and academically speaking, Sam was an attractive girl, but he had never allowed himself to dwell upon the topic to any further extent. Sam was Luna's girlfriend, and potentially his future in-law, and it had seemed inappropriate to think of her in any other terms. So, from the day they had met, Lincoln had made a conscious effort to ignore any part of Sam that wasn't required for polite conversation, causing her to exist, in his mind, as a lovely blonde head atop a shapeless void of a body. It had worked well thus far, but suddenly seemed far less tenable.

After their *ahem* intense research session, Lincoln and Leni had decided on a fairly simple design for Sam's character. The Card Sharp was supposed to be a former thief turned hero, so Lincoln had suggested they opt for something evocative of her villainous past. To that end, they'd settled on what he'd felt was a fairly classy ensemble: a catsuit of the same shade of blue she wore in her hair with a matching domino mask, offset by white thigh high boots and fingerless gloves. A white scarf completed the look, short enough to avoid getting caught on things, but long enough to flap dramatically in the wind.

As he was quickly learning, his artistic depictions of such outfits simply didn't hold up to the real deal. As Sam descended the stairs with a grace befitting the character she was portraying, her suit gently slid along the contours of her lithe body, granting depth and form to a landscape that, until now, Lincoln had paid little attention to.

Sam smirked, ever so slightly, and pulled Lincoln into a gentle hug. The slow entwining of their bodies causing a flood of memories from their impromptu "research" session to come rushing back. Sam, for whatever reason, had begged that she and Luna be allowed to help, and the end result was Lincoln sharing his incredibly cramped bed with three extremely attractive and only partially clothed young women. Details began to resurface unbidden. The way Luna's panties had clung to her prodigious derriere. How Sam had turned out to be surprisingly buxom under her normally slimming clothing, and the way that no matter how he tried to reposition himself, one of the two had always seemed to be in his way. One would think that the fact that they were just reading comics would dilute the titillation somewhat, but frankly, that had just made the situation even hotter.

"How do I look, Linky?" Sam murmurer softly into his ear, dragging him back to to the situation at hand.

"Y-you l-look, uh, g-great, S-sam", he stammered in response.

"Did you notice that I had added a little something extra?" She queried, running her fingers through his hair.

"Oh?"

"Yep", she purred, taking his hand in hers, and running it down her flank, stopping at her waist.

"My utility belt", she said. Still sultry, but with an odd bit of pride mixed in.

"Wow" Lincoln said, forgetting his embarrassment for the moment, and running his fingers along the item in question. "That's actually really cool."

"It's semi-functional", she said, winking at him.

"KIYAAA!"

Lincoln had intended to ask Sam what she'd meant by that, but there was that scream, followed by a soft crunching noise, and now where the blonde girl had once stood, was a very smug looking Lynn Loud.

"Stuck the landing" she said with pride. Then, almost as an after thought, she looked down.

"Sorry about that Sam", she said. "Didn't see you there".

"Wow." Lincoln said, taking in the view. Lynn looked amazing, as he'd expected. Moreso, actually. Strong Suit's minimalistic leotard was intended to emphasize her athletic body, which Lynn had in spades. The way it clung to her slender frame drew that much more attention to her exceptionally toned arms and legs. The end result was a look which made the sports girl look equal parts fierce and powerful, yet undeniably feminine.

"Aw, shut up Linc", Lynn said, blushing bright red, and bashfully kicking her feet, eliciting a squeak of pain from beneath her.

Lincoln found himself wondering if he'd, perhaps, taken things a bit too far with the costume designs, underestimating the effects these girls would undoubtedly have on the hormone ridden populace of Savy Con, when he found himself swept up into the air and smothered with, what had by now become an all too familiar softness.

"Hi Linky!" chirped Leni, as she pulled him into a bone crushing hug.

"Leni..." he croaked, frantically jerking his head to indicate he was in distress.

"Whoops." Leni squeaked, and immediately released him, causing Lincoln to fall to the ground.

"Sorry Linky" she said, apologetically.

Lincoln had intended to reassure Leni that he was fine, but froze as he observed her from his new vantage. The first thing Lincoln noticed, was that Leni's take on Eleven of Heart's dress was quite a bit shorter than he'd originally designed it to be. The second, was that the outfit, taken as a whole, appeared to be about one-size smaller than it should have been, as evidenced by the way that her ample bust seemed ready to burst from its confinement at any moment.

"Uh, Leni?" He ventured, cautiously. "Isn't that a little small on you."

"Oh, yeah." She agreed, blushing. "I didn't have anyone to measure me, so I had to wing it. I guess that wasn't very smart."

Leni turned her head in an attempt to see behind her, inadvertently causing her chest to thrust out even more than it already had. The fact that her outfit held together under the incredible strain, stood as a testament to her incredible skill as a seamstress.

"Does it look okay?" She asked, worried.

Lincoln found himself unable to decide between the truthful answer ("Leni that looks amazing and there's literally no other clothing I ever want to see you in"), and the good brother answer ("Leni, I think we need to wrap you up in a sheet and hide you from all the boys who will, upon seeing you in this state, feel the need to do terrible, terrible things to you"). Fortunately, the decision was made for him.

"EVERYONE LITERALLY NEEDS TO GET IN THE CAR RIGHT NOW!" Lori screeched, blowing through the room like a hurricane. On her way to the front door, she deftly stepped over Sam's crumpled frame, snatched up Lincoln and flung him over her shoulders without losing any of her momentum.

"You look great Leni!" He called out as Lori swiftly carried him away from the group, desperately trying not to think about how well High Card's jump suit clung to Lori's curvaceous backside.

Sam found herself in a quandary. While Vanzilla normally sat 13, far exceeding their current numbers, Lincoln's product took up a lot of that space. This left very little room to ensure proper seating arrangements, which was made all the more difficult by the fact that Lynn was sticking to him like glue. It looked like she was going to have to get crafty.

"Oh Lyyyyynn", she called out in a sing-song voice, "Why don't you come over here?"

The sportsgirl gave her a suspicious glance, but sidled on over to her.

"Whats up, Sharp?" She asked warily.

"I was just thinking..." Sam began, amicably. "Wouldn't you like to sit up front with Lori? I bet I could work something out for you?"

"What, so you and Luna could swoop in and hog Lincoln to yourselves? Hard pass." came Lynn's flat refusal.

Drat. Sam's eyes began darting around, seeking some kind of inspiration.

"Didn't have a backup plan, did you?" Lynn asked, wryly.

Desperate for a distraction, Sam snatched up a nearby stick and flung it into the distance.

"Did you seriously think you could get rid of me like that?" Lynn deadpanned. "What do you think I am? Some kind of..."

Her eyes widened in surprise as the older girl suddenly sent a tennis ball flying in the same direction.

"Hey!" She yelled, speeding off after the green missile. "That's my ball!"

Sam Sharp smiled, and allowed herself a discrete fist pump. Phase one, complete.

Lynn returned, having managed to not only outrun the flying ball, but also catch it in her teeth. Shame nobody was around to see her feat of athletic prowess. She was about to announce her return to the group, when she caught sight of the seating arrangement.

"LYNN!" Lori yelled out in exasperation. "Where have you been? You're literally making us late!"

Lynn wasn't paying attention. There, nestled comfortably in Vanzilla, as far back as they could sit, were Luna, Lincoln, and Sam. Her little brother was situated between the two older girls, the former of the two so red from embarrassment that it was actually shining through her makeup, while the latter had draped herself over Lincoln's shoulder, one arm wrapped around him, with the sheer force she was exuding on him forcing Lincoln to lean into Luna. Lincoln, for his part, looked exceedingly uncomfortable with the arrangement.

"Ugh!" Lori sighed in frustration. "It's bad enough that you ran off to play, but you've still got that stupid ball in your mouth! Give that to me!"

The oldest Loud reached down to relieve Lynn of her sporting equipment. She couldn't see that Lynn wasn't looking at her. She was too busy looking at Sam, who had noticed her return. Sam, who was smiling that weird smile of her's. Mocking her.

"GRRRRRRR!" Lynn growled, teeth instinctively clamping down on the ball just as Lori was attempting to remove it.

"What the...?" Lori asked, puzzled.

"GRRRRRRRRR!" Was Lynn's only response.

Lincoln, hearing some kind of commotion outside, but being unable to see what was happening from his current position, attempted to get up to investigate, but found himself unable to free himself from Sam's grasp.

"Uh, Sam?" He asked, embarassed at the older girl's attentions "I think I should probably go see what's holding us up."

"Aw, don't worry about it little guy" She cooed, gently tousling his hair. "You just sit right here with me and your big sister. I'm sure everything will work itself out."

"GIVE ME THAT BALL LYNN!"