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[Event] - "Thought Patrol">Date: September 16th, 2017>Time: 12:30 PM>Location: Sanctuary City - Convention Center
>The Convention Center buzzes with life, filled with large crowds of people. Nearly reaching it's max capacity, the Convention Center is full of people excited to meet their favorite internet personalities and content creators at this year's Digicon.
>Near the back of the Convention Center, near one of the corners of the relatively large room is a pair of elaborately decorated tables. The tables display various shelves of clothing, necklaces, mugs and other merchandise. Sitting at the more open of the pair of tables is a young, beautiful woman with a slender yet full figure.
>The woman's hair is an almost unnatural silver color - with equally strange animalistic ears and a tail. Wearing a more elaborately decorated and quality made version of her own merchandise, the woman stands up to greet a small group of men and women approaching her table. Striking a pose, the woman winks at the group and cheerily says:
"Oi! Anata ga miemasu! Do you happen to be a group of my Seeds?"
>Nervously, the group shuffles towards the table. Near the front, a young woman wearing what appears to be a poorly made Speedrunner costume replies:
"Y-Yeah! We are!"
>Next to her, a young man wearing a graphic t-shirt depicting a poor reconstruction of Mosaic's suit shouts:
"I can't believe you're actually here, Himawari!"
>Pausing for a moment, the young main awkwardly asks:
"Er… it's okay if I call you Himawari right? Not Mrs. Himawari?"
>Gesturing with her hand in an almost embarrassed manner, the silver haired woman replies:
"Oh it's fine. It's fine. You can call me by my name."
>Looking at the young man, Himawari adds:
"In fact I'd prefer it. I'd like to be on a personal level with all my fans."
>The rest of the group join in, cheering and chattering as they vocally wrestle over Himawari's attention. All save for a more plainly dressed man standing in the back, keeping a bit of a distance from the rest of the group while he simply watches.
>Finally taking notice of him, Himawari looks up from signing an autograph and asks:
"Oh, what about him? Is he not with you?"
>One of the young men in the back put their arm around the other man's shoulder, explaining:
"This is Micheal. He's new to the convention scene."
>Snapping out of a daze, Micheal shakes his head - and then runs his hand across his thick, red hair.
"What? Oh, sorry. I was just looking at that stuff you're selling."
>Clearing his throat, Micheal says:
"Anyway yeah, I'm Micheal. I've seen a little bit of your streams here and there while working out. But to be honest I don't really know much about you. Sorry."
>Smiling once more, Himawari waves her hand again and says:
"Oh that's fine! I don't mind! Everyone is new at some point! In fact, here."
>Standing up, Himawari takes a folded up shirt off the stand. She unfolds it, revealing a graphic t-shirt decorated with a chibified version of herself saying: "Awoo!" on it.
>Handing it to Micheal, she says:
"Consider this a welcoming gift to your first convention."
>The group of fans cheer, praising Himawari for her generosity. Micheal meanwhile takes the shirt, saying:
"Oh. Thanks. You even picked out the right size too."