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The noise level, which hadn’t been low in the lobby, became a palpable wave of excitement inside the vast hall. Any dividers that had cut the lower level of the PCEC into individual rooms at prior conventions had been folded away, creating one vast loud hall.
As far as Holly could see in all directions were booths of every shape and size. And each was crowded with people who only had two things in common: their name badges and the official canvas bag they were toting. Genus, species, hell, even planet of origin was in question everywhere she looked.
A fairy in diaphanous and revealing blue crepe with a set of plastic wings was drawing every male eye as almost nothing was hidden. A gang of steam punkers went by with weird clockwork adornments all over their Victorian garb. There was on
