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Routine Change - TG Story (Request)

Pushing his way through the excited rabble filling the convention center, Bill felt unusually grateful for the large heavy toolbox he carried in his arms. It provided him with a barrier between him and the screeching masses. With the crowd finally thinning, he spotted a familiar face waving to him. “Bill! Over here, mate!” his friend Jacob yelled, trying to make his voice heard over the constant din. He waved Bill over to the relative calm of his display booth. The two men in an embrace. “Good of you to come. Sorry to drag you out here.” “Oh no worries,” Bill answered drily, “I was totally going to come to the,” he checked the convention pass around his neck. ” ‘Casacon’? Anyway today… got tired just reading that.” Bill dropped his toolbox on the floor and inspected the large metallic cubicle taking up most of the space in the booth. “So what’s the problem here, Jakes?” Jacob gave a dismissive shrug. “Heck if I know. First few hours today, the Auto-Costume was working fine.