[ti]solo[/ti]In Hiding

Part of his training as an idol member meant having to deal with crowds, whether he was up on stage or surrounded by them, which can sometimes feel suffocating. Fixing his glasses, Vernon had often forgotten what it was like to be in a crowd, but be a part of it rather than be separate from it. Well, in this case, he was more of a part of the background, really, for this place was a little sparse-r. And nature-y. It was nice, felt like he could take a deep breath and collect himself.

He had been so wrapped up with meeting potentially new friends, performing with familiar ones, seeing all of the sights - that he lost sight of the true goal of the convention: in-game rewards. Physical merch was great, but something that he could actually show off to Kimchi and friends? All the better! Got to at least have one thing for his efforts, right? So that set him on a cram quest to get the stamps from the different areas of the convention, because he was an irresponsible lad.

Being in this space made him want to slow down though. Was there really a hurry? But then he could feel his phone buzz - the silent option overturned by his manager's insistent calls, so there really was little time to dawdle. After taking a few more moments to commit certain details to memory, he glanced around until he found one or two people gathered by what looked like a stamp booth. Approaching briskly, he asked for the Gardener Stamp on his album and then went on his way, thinking of where he should head next.