The Tale of C2E2 (Part 2)

Dawn broke of the second day.

Later, The Kelly got up.

As he made his way to the gates of C2E2 once more, he faced the dreaded troop of Storm Guards.

They refused his entry, but The Kelly knew them well and ran in none the less.  They fired their weapons - never nearing the mark.  Typical.

On this day The Kelly honored the traditions of the people of C2E2 and dressed in disguise.  For this day he chosen to replicate the appearance of Jayne from the plains of Firefly.  Mel of Corgi had assisted The Kelly by creating a headdress consistent with the traditions of the Firefly people.  It was a fine and cunning headdress, and large as well, as this was required. Once inside the gate The Kelly greeted the town ghost, per custom.

After much searching, The Kelly found Jeans the Red who had also traveled to C2E2 with her people. There was great rejoicing 

Attired as one of the plain dwellers of Firefly it took little time for The Kelly to find others who had chosen to do the same.  Shiney.

The second day of C2E2 brought many more people than the first.  The dead walked among the living.  Hair of every color could be found.  Oddly, many had chosen to wear garb that pulled tight, and sometimes seemed to be under the most dire of stress.  

Oh, and there were gods...

Not only could every shade of colored hair be found, the same held true for skin of many...

As with day one, once more The Kelly left the mark of the House of Snark

As was his habit on the first day, the Kelly attended several meetings by the fire where stories were told.  RJ of Mitte, a young lad of a mere 20 plus some seasons, won the day.  Kind, articulate, and thoughtful - his meeting with the C2E2 people was truly a pleasure.  

The only small event that marred this discussion was when Walt the Methodian tried to enter the room. While he knocked and then threaded lightly, he was summarily dispatched over his shouts for some wizard called Saul.

As the day wore on, The Kelly became tired.  He let his guard down and much to his surprise he ended up face to face with death incarnate.

Oddly, death incarnate was a friendly and jovial type.  He and The Kelly had a very enjoyable chat.  Death took notes on The Kelly's many "enemies of the state" and promised to visit these unpleasant vermin at his earliest convenience.  Being all-powerful, he knew that he and The Kelly's paths would cross.  In anticipation of this event he had prepared a scroll that offered the soundest wisdom one could receive...

As the second night ended, The Kelly still had no horse head mask, and his dismay on this choice continued to grow.