There were a couple hours between the closing ceremonies and the Dead Dog Dance, and we'd just eaten, so there was that kind of awkward lull about what to do. Just hanging out is a nice enough idea except that people were really clearing out fast, giving the hotel a bit of a desolate air.
But nearby the con hotel is Marvin's Marvellous Mechanical Museum, with a rich set of coin-operated gadgets and pinball machines. We'd already had our finals for the Brighton league, but after all, Marvin's league finals would come up soon enough (they're this week, in fact), and why not get some practice in? And that was a good idea except for the arcade hosting a birthday party for some kids and so being swarmed by smaller kids running around. Fortunately we were taller than most of them, and could wait them out. And we were mostly interested in pinball, which the smaller kids don't get into. Or they start four games and walk away after one ball, in which case, hey, free games.
Unfortunately some of the games we wanted to play weren't working --- Cyclone was turned off, for example --- or were in less-than-ideal state --- Wizard was missing this one-way gate that makes the skill shot possible, and FunHouse was not reliably locking balls, which messes up the game even worse --- although none of that was seriously troublesome. It's just little fixes. And I got to experiment with Star Trek 2013, which was running new software, and find that I rather like the way the revised code (which adds some medals you get for completing modes well) scores. It messes up my record of old scores, but, what the heck.
We forgot to check whether the mechanical striking cobra was working yet. Sorry.
After a couple hours of playing and feeling generally better about our skills we returned to the con hotel, where the con suite had been opened up for all, sponsors and non-sponsors alike, and got some snacks and some beer (again, the cider had run out). When we had enough of that --- and it was hard, because we were trying to balance out having had enough to drink (soda or beer) and bowls of peanuts or chips or whatnot --- bunny_hugger got her fursuit and we went over to the dance.
Compared to the boom nights of Friday and Saturday this was an underpopulated dance, although it made up for that somewhat by someone having brought in bundles of party balloons tied together. So if dancing by itself wasn't enough there would also be the game of trying to keep the balloon bundle in the air. Given the complicated shape of the bundles, too, this meant the balloons would drift in even more complicated ways than the fact they're balloons and the complicated air patterns in the main ballroom with people dancing would imply. I got fairly good at one move of tapping the corner of one of the bundle's lobes so it would spin frantically while drifting slowly upwards. And everyone got fair at tossing the balloon just enough into bunny_hugger's extremely tiny fursuited field of view that she couldn't react to it. Eventually, many of the balloons would pop, reducing the bundles into extremely simple four- or two-lobed versions that couldn't spin nearly so interestingly. And even more eventually, midnight came, and the dance ended, and the lights turned on.
So that was our hint to go home, and leave Motor City Furry Con 2015 in the past.
Trivia: Women flying on the Boeing 247 were advised the ride was more comfortable in tweeds, knits, and rough silks, which would not easily crumple; and that their baggage should be kept to thirty pounds. Source: The Boeing 247: The First Modern Airliner, F Robert van der Linden.
Currently Reading: Finding Zero: A Mathematician's Odyssey to Uncover the Origins of Numbers, Amir D Aczel.
PS: Reading the Comics, April 15, 2015: Tax Day Edition, which is actually the second piece since my last roundup, because I reblogged something about intensive and extensive variables that I liked.