[center][h2][b][color=lightcoral]Leah White[/color][/b][/h2]
[b]Interacting with:[/b] Miles, Colette, CJ, Ivy && Wes[/center][hr][hr]
The three newcomers joined Ivy and Colette at their table before beginning to dig into their food. It was strange as Leah felt ravenously hungry as they walked, but now her stomach was filled with butterflies. She guessed that Wes felt the same as she caught him staring at Ivy. Neither he nor Ivy seem to notice. As Leah reached into the bag for her tiny hashbrowns, she glanced at Colette and then Miles. She wasn't sure what to say and she was positive that the others felt the same way.

"Pretty exciting, huh?" Leah said a little sheepishly as she shoved a hashbrown bite into her mouth. "Meeting all of you, I mean. I never thought it would happen, but well, here it is," she said, adding a bit of a nervous laugh, "And now I don't even know what to say."

"We don't need to talk just [i]yet[/i] as we're still missing more than half of the crew," Miles reminded her as he bit into his doughnut, "Though I agree. I never thought this would happen either. I also never thought that all of you would be larger than life."

"Smooth-talker," Wes mumbles and Miles laughed only to respond with, "You know it!"

Ivy was smiling now as well. "We shouldn't worry about talking when we should be finishing our food and heading over to the convention. So come on you three: hurry up and eat."

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[center][h2][b][color=orangered]Jordan Welsh-Noire[/color][/b][/h2]
[b]Interacting with:[/b] Phoenix, Miles && Dakota[/center][hr][hr]
It was nine fifteen now. Jordan and Phoenix were officially inside the convention hall being accompanied by only guards, people who had panels and those who were setting up for the event. Jordan finally put his hat on after they entered the building through a side door - outside there was crowds and lines already forming. Now the duo was simply waiting for their panel to begin.

Jordan, feeling like he was going to kneel over from anxiety, opened his phone and began to scroll through the messages. He had missed some, though not as many as he had expected. Scrolling through the messages, he finally came to the realization that this WAS happening. He was about to meet his online friends.

[b]TheMysticDirector:[/b] Good morning everyone. Sorry I haven't said anything yet. I've been. . busy.
[b][i]TheLightningBird is typing. . .[/i][/b]
[b]TheLightningBird:[/b] Having a panic attack.
[b]TheMysticDirector:[/b] No! Well, yes. Slightly.
[i][b]KFCIsForCommunists is typing. . .[/b][/i]
[b]KFCIsForCommuists:[/b] It's okay, dude. You aren't the only one.
[b][i]SmilesForMiles is typing. . .[/i][/b]
[b]SmilesForMiles:[/b] Wow, look who is finally alive. Good morning to you, sunshine.
[b][i]KFCIsForCommunists is typing. . .[/i][/b]
[b]KFCIsForCommunists:[/b] Guilty as charged. I took some Dramamine for the flight and passed out when I arrived.
[b]KFCIsForCommunists:[/b] I totally overslept.
[b]TheMysticDirector:[/b] Either way, you're here and that's what matters. 
[b][i]TheLightningBird is typing. . .[/i][/b]
[b]TheLightningBird:[/b] Exactly and we haven't heard from Norma or Morgan yet either.
[b][i]KFCIsCommunists is typing. . .[/i][/b]
[b]KFCIsForCommunists:[/b] Oh shit, really? I'll send them both a message and see if they're here or not.
[b]KFCIsForCommunists:[/b] I'll be there for Jordan and Josh's panels, by the way. 

Jordan lowered his phone as he stared the screen. Everyone aside from Morgan and Norma would officially be there - at his panel. Instead of feeling a swell of pride or excitement, all he could feel was a sense of nervousness and anxiety. 

[i]At least it was happy anxiety.[/i]