MediaWest Begins

I have never meant the words "down and safe" more literally. Getting the last part of the way was as quick and uneventful as could have been hoped for.

Now that I'm here, all the signs and billboards (and the router address) still say Holiday Inn, although a banner has been slapped on the hotel itself. The courtyard has been ripped to shreds; nothing but mounds of rock and dirt where the fountains and chairs had been, and there are people working on the roof. The only flyers posted are the weekend hours for the hotel restaurant, which is also under new management and thus not covered in movie posters. (No other flyers AT ALL. That's weirding me out.)

There's a long line at hotel registration but it's a quiet one, so no shenanigans. As I've got 3 hours before my roomies arrive and check in (and my name's not on the room), I'm going to take advantage of the pre-con lull to catch up with email & LJ.

But I thought y'all might want to know that I am here, and I am safe.

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I've overhead my first computer-played movie trailer in the hotel lobby. The con has officially begun.

Before I go offline until tomorrow, two Trek fic recs:

bana05's S/U The Human Female Mystique and calapine's Faith, with Number One from the original pilot.