Crossing Paths

Chapter 2 - London Comic Con

Weeks and weeks passed by in a flash and, soon enough, MCM Comic Con rolled around. The Yogcast were excited to attend, not only to purchase goods and knick-knacks for themselves and to drink and fool around during the after-party, but to also meet their numerous fans from (hopefully) all over the world.

Being a large group of content producers, as well as a few artists and editors who decided to join in as well, the Yogscast members arrived altogether in several vans. They allotted drivers two weeks beforehand — one of them was the CEO, Mark Turpin, or Turps as what he was usually called by. Seated in the van with him was Martyn, Duncan, Sips sitting shotgun, as well as Hat Films.

As usual, Ross held a camera in his hands whilst Trott, who was seated next to him in the van, explained what was about to unfold. Sips and Turps cut in Trott's explanation as much as they could as Ross tried to vlog the whole experience, pitching in different topics that popped up in their minds to talk about. Ross knew he was probably taking up so much data recording majority of the ride, and they weren't even at the venue yet, but luckily, he brought extra data space in his backpack to store more footage before the end of the day.

"You know what? I'm tired of driving you lot around," Turps joked, feigning a grumpy expression on his face, "I'm gonna park on the side of the road and you lot better find yourselves another way to get there!"

"Aww, don't be like that, Turps!" Martyn laughed, leaning forward and clutching onto the back rest of Turps' seat.

"Yeah, Turps, you love us!" Trott laughed along, Smith chorusing after him.

"That's not true. Turps hates everyone," Sips interjected in his cool and calm tone, "Everyone except me." Everyone burst into laughter at this.

"Now pull over there, Turpin," Sips pointed at a random kerb on the road, "Drop 'em off here and let's dash our way to Comic Con without these suckers."

"You're awfully nice," Duncan commented sarcastically as their destination appeared into view in front of them, "Too bad we're already here, though, Sips."

"Aww, damn it! It's okay, Turps, maybe next time," Sips waved his hand in lazy dismissal. Turps laughed and said nothing else as he found a parking space and switched off the engine, with the other Yogcast vans following suit at the parking spaces nearby.

After making sure they brought everything they needed with them, and the vans were securely locked, the group gathered by the sidewalk of the building, some vlogging as they waited, while others stood and looked around or talked amongst each other.

"So, we're at MCM now. Well, technically we're still outside but whatever," Trott narrated into the camera, his head flicking around as he took in his surroundings whilst he continued to talk to the lens. It was spring now in the UK, but today seemed like a hot summer's day rather than a cool one, so Trott was sporting one of Hat Films many iconic t-shirts, cargo shorts with many convenient pockets, his favourite pair of casual slip-ons, and a pair of sunglasses sat at the bridge of his nose.

Smith stood behind the smaller man, clad in a different Hat Films shirt, squinting around despite already wearing sunglasses as the sun shone brightly in the sky. He held onto a strap of his backpack as he looked around their surroundings, barely paying attention to what Trott was yapping about.

Ross was also wearing a different Hat Films shirt in comparison to his friends, some jeans, and sneakers. He didn't really bother with putting on his sunglasses, but now he regretted it. Luckily, he hadn't thought to leave them at home, and rather chucked them in his bag instead. He would have to fish it out later.

After a while of waiting and talking amongst themselves, the Yogscast were allowed to enter the venue. They all filed inside, following a guide who led them to a break room and, once they set their bags inside said room, were also led to their booth which was already set up — all the booth needed was for the official merchandise to be laid out.