Chapter 11: The Celestial Cosplay Convention

                                    

                                          
A blast of white light gave way to a menagerie of booths in a large white room. Its vaulted ceiling broke to light as the waddling of uncountable geeks in cosplay outfits mingled amongst the booths.
Mote enthusiastically stated, "Home, sweet, home!"
Calvin gazed around, "Holy crap! Look at it all." He gasped as he stared in awe at the sheer amount of nerd related booths.
Mote chuckled as he casually hovered to Calvin's shoulder. "We's sure do know how to throw a shin-ding, don't we's?" He boasted.
Calvin smiled, wide with excitement. He turned his head to nod, only for his expression to shift to confusion.
"Mote, why do you have a ring of light around your head?" He asked.
Mote gasped. "What the hell ya mean? I got a ring of light around my head?" He exclaimed as he nervously darted around in awkward poses.
Eary giggled. The moteling's frantic searching tickled his funny bone. "I think you have a halo, Mote." He explained matter of fact as he chuckled under his breath.
Mote shook his head nervously. "No, no, no!" He blurted out as he paced upon a large ivory banister. "Ya gotta be kiddin'! They still expect me to work the floor! The nerve!" He rambled.
Just then, a man dressed in armor approached him. "Excuse me." The oddly boney man announced. "Where are the Settlers of Katan booths set up?" He asked commandingly.
The halo shined quickly on Mote's head. "Well, hello, sir." Mote enthusiastically stated as he gave out a light-hearted laugh. "You'll find the Settlers of Katan booths in the Limitless Mountain Dew Fountain Square." Mote beamed brightly as he explained. "If it's not too much trouble, I would be delighted to guide you myself." He stated with a cheery smile.
"No, I'm good. Bye." The gangly nerd stated as he rudely walked away.
Mote waived happily as he exclaimed, "Have a blessed day here in the Celestial Hevens."As the man moved out of sigh, Mote continued, "Ya fuckin' prick!"
He gaged and waived his toung around as if some disgusting thing was stuck to it.
"Ah!" He yelled out. "My tounge!" He squeeled as he dropped to the floor.
Eary nervously approached the motionless moteling. "Are you ok?" He softly asked.
Mote wheezed weakly. "I don't know if I'm gonna make it, Kid." He said softly, his breaths appearing more labored by the second.
Eary frantically asked, "What happened? All it did was make you be nice for a change."
Mote coughed weakly. "I know, right?" He whispered, his little leg twitching as if by spasm.
Eary pressed his face down against his long time companion. "Please don't die, Mote." He said as his voice began to crack.
Mote faintly gasped, "Clap."
Eary's brow furled, "What's that buddy. I couldn't hear you." He choked out between sobs."
Mote whispered "Clap."
Eary whispered "I can't hear you, Mote. I'm sorry."
Mote jolted up and angrily exclaimed, "Clap, you deaf mother fucker! Oh my God!" He collapsed lifelessly to the floor once again.
Eary jumped back as he began to nervously clap. In moments Mote rose to his feet and shook his little fanny. A dance of bouncing blue orbs erupted from his rear.
"Now, then." He floated into the neck of Eary's shirt. "I should hide away in here." He fashioned himself a bonnet as he perched upon his shoulder.
Eary turned to his friends, who had witnessed the display. "Shall we, everyone?" Eary asked cheerfully.