I love fandom conventions. The crowds, the cosplay! As a costume designer, it's my personal mission to carry a kit to support any cosplayers in desperate need of repairs. They call me The Cosplay Medic. The first day on the floor with my fellow fangirls, a cosplayer comes around the corner dressed as the Forgotten Knight, my favorite character. I nearly die right on the spot. He's perfect. Flawless.
Almost an exact twin of the character. If I didn't know better, I'd say it was Jason Hunt himself. But that's crazy. Then I notice his costume is coming apart at the seams. I offer to fix it and hand him my card. He obliges, and in return, he poses with me for a picture. Posted it on Instagram the moment he walked away. *swoon*Later that night, my Instagram blows up. It was Jason Hunt! Now an unknown number is texting me asking me to fix it.
Cue the panic!
I love fandom conventions. The crowds, the cosplay! As a costume designer, it's my personal mission to carry a kit to support any cosplayers in desperate need of repairs. They call me The Cosplay Medic. The first day on the floor with my fellow fangirls, a cosplayer comes around the corner dressed as the Forgotten Knight, my favorite character. I nearly die right on the spot. He's perfect. Flawless.
Almost an exact twin of the character. If I didn't know better, I'd say it was Jason Hunt himself. But that's crazy. Then I notice his costume is coming apart at the seams. I offer to fix it and hand him my card. He obliges, and in return, he poses with me for a picture. Posted it on Instagram the moment he walked away. *swoon*Later that night, my Instagram blows up. It was Jason Hunt! Now an unknown number is texting me asking me to fix it.
Cue the panic!
