A trail of blood ran several yards from one of the front doors of the convention center, leading to a body. The scene was taped off, the body bag was brought in, though
Omnicon-goers were already beginning to flood the building. There were screams, cries of horror and shock as police were forced to hold a few people back from throwing themselves onto the corpse to weep for the beloved dead.
Several policemen were busy, elsewhere, as they approached the signing tables, where Wiliiam Shatner was signing autographs. He had been scheduled to speak, welcoming everyone to the convention, immediately after Leonard Nimoy. But there were some changes in the schedule.
“Mr. Shatner,” one of the officers began, and was interrupted by a quiet addition of “Captain” from one of his fellows. “You’re coming with us,” he continued, in style. “Now stand up slowly. No fancy moves.”
“But…why?”
“Ask Mr. Nimoy. Now let’s go.” The policemen pulled the Star Trek Captain out of his chair, ignoring the yelling and flailing of fans who had been lining up for autographs.
The officers took him out by the front doors, not at all concerned with the scene they were causing. Or rather, concerned that they were indeed seen leading a hand-cuffed William Shatner out to a squad car. And so they led him right by the body.
“Leonard?” Shatner gasped. (For his expression of shock, see
here.)
Feanor of the Peredhil looked on, her face pale. These emotions of grief and pain were illogical, and though she would certainly shed tears later, for now she simply acted. “No, James, don’t let them take you! You know you’re innocent! I know you are! It wasn’t you, it was
Werewolves!”
The convention center was silenced as the final word echoed through the minds of all present.
“What?” Shatner asked, his final word as the door closed behind him and his uniformed escorts.
“Besides,”
Feanor began to no one in particular, “this is Mirror Spock.” She was deep in thought as she peered at his goateed chin.
Tribbles continued to devour the remains as crime scene photos were taken and experts pondered how they should remove the cute, fuzzy little animals.
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~The Dead~
Leonard Nimoy (Half-Vulcan) ~ illogically murdered by the wolves
~The Living~
Rikae -
Stalker of the preciousss Andy Serkis
Nerwen -
Jedi Master, specializing in memorabilia collecting and movie quoting
Feanor of the Peredhil -
Rabid Cosmo fan and TOS-TNG Trekkie with opinions
Boromir88 -
Fireworks Pyro and Sean Bean's #1 fan
Nilpaurion Felagund -
Noldo with a zanpakutou named Telpelin and the Mangekyou Sharingan
Nogrod -
"Spore" anticipator who wants to play Eru
Gwathagor -
Academian lost among lunatics and pop culture
satansaloser2005 -
"Doctor Who" Luuuver
McCaber -
Old School RPer
Shastanis Althreduin -
Rabid Hermione Fan-wizard
Brinniel -
'Reality' TV Fan
Mithalwen -
Confused hardcore Tolkienista who thought she was going to Oxonmoot
Isabellkya -
Rabid fan of Vampire Princess Miyu
Lalwendë -
"In The Night Garden" Fan-mother
Kath -
Pro-Harry/Hermione Fan-witch
CaptainofDespair -
Cluny the Scourge cosplayer out to make the con "Cluny's Con"
Macalaure -
"Civilization" fan with Machiavellian tendencies
Day 1 has begun.
Talk! (Wolves, no more PMing.)
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Originally Posted by Spock
Computer, compute to the last digit the value of pi.
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