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[color=8FDD3C]Time:[/color] Morning
[color=8FDD3C]Location:[/color] Holiday Inn Furry Convention 
[color=8FDD3C]Interaction:[/color] None
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Scott showed up at Ember Groves Holiday Inn. It had only been a few hours since the convention had opened up. The place is packed. [color=8FDD3C][i]So much fur, so many colors. All the cliques... (the bronies, the scalies, and the crinkles etc.)[/i][/color] It felt like he was in a zoo. The air was filled with the smell of mildew from the building, an overwhelming smell of sweat masked by the smell of baby powder and (oddly enough) Cheetos. The interior was quite huge with blue old stained carpet. Something you’d see at an old casino or something. But none of the defects mattered to Scott. From his eyes, it was like he entered a different universe. 

And to be completely honest. He wasn't here for the convention. He was here for [i]Steve[/i]. Sure he loved being a furry. He's never felt more like himself as he felt when he was in his suit. But without Steve, he wouldn't have found his true self. And besides, these past few years, Scott had no one to really talk to, Someone who would understand his infatuation towards wolves. He was a lone wolf for so long prior to Steve. And for Steve to just vanish out of nowhere, it was like the rug was swept right under him. 

The last time he heard from Steve was a couple of days ago. He had said to him previously:[color=green]“I have a lot to explain. I know. But if I mean a lot to you, you’ll meet me at the next upcoming furry convention in Ember Grove.”[/color] But that was that. So Scott didn't really know where or when to meet him. So instead, he went to go hang out with some random group to go do drugs or fuck around in the hotel. Which was practically what the whole convention was doing. The Ember Grove Furry Community was notorious for the shit show they call a “convention”. Last year, they caused a fire in the middle of the lobby that was made out of dirty diapers with satanic candles surrounding the fire. Then the year before that, a small group of scalies were throwing unknown dismembered body parts into the pool. Till this day, no one (‘cept for the people who are running the convention) really knows if it were human body parts? Or just some meat scraps from the butchers back dumpster. Eitherway, hotel management was not happy. Yet Ember Grove FurryCon is still holding up strong. And no one who shows up at the convention really rats out on what goes on. You know what they say~ “What happens at Ember Grove, stays in Ember Grove.”