The CFP is closed, sorry. You can still buy a ticket though?

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tl;dr from metl: yes it’s still an infosec/hacker con, if you liked kiwicon, then you’ll prolly like this? Altho it might taste a bit sweeter…

omg wtf kawaiicon??!!!1! wtf kiwicon?!! pops in your Signal notifications. Phew! No TLA will hax your ‘con going habits through WhatsApp! You click on the message. No Kiwicon? What fresh hell is this? ?(ο´･д･)?? Kawaii?! Not even your mother thinks you’re cute anymore. She just doesn’t understand why you have to keep the hood of your hoodie up all the time. Speaking of which, you kinda do need a new hoodie. Maybe you should check out this Kawaiicon after all…

Wellington, check. October the 17th and 18th, check. Michael Fowler Centre? Check. Closes on the 15th of August. Twelve weeks to think about it. You can do this. You’re just not sure if the theme means you’re gonna have to wear colour. This might be a dealbreaker. ┐(￣ヘ￣)┌

You’re going to need a cuppa to think it over. You fold your laptop and shuffle into the lounge, seeking warms and companionship. Your flatmates are already there, a scruffy bunch of hapless technoweenies you’ve managed to stay friends with through the years. The chore roster helps. So do the gold stickers. (๑꒪▿꒪)* ☆☆☆

One’s sitting on the floor, surrounded by a halo of - actually you’re not sure. Some of it looks old, though. As old as metlstorm. If they’re gonna decap the chips, they better not do it in the kitchen or you’re gonna lose your deposit for sure. (╬ Ò ‸ Ó) There’s someone you sort of recognise helping them sort through it all. You give them the chin jerk of recognition, and hope they don’t remember your name. BEASTWARS t-shirt though. Nice.

The light’s reflecting oddly off the glasses of the cyberwitch in the corner. From this angle you can’t see what they’re doing on their laptop, but they’re typing fast. And smiling. ＼_(･ω･｀) Could be bug smashing. Could be bug chaining. Could be anything. The internet deserves it.

Your poor mate in the consultancy job has sacked out in the beanbag chair. They claim to like the constantly changing environments, so you guess it was report-writing day. The cat’s asleep on their lap. It’s got a good instinct about these things. ~(=^‥^)ノ☆

Next to them, the sysadmin slouches on one end of the couch, headphones on. They don’t look happy, but then again, they never do. You ignore it. Tea has got to help, right? ¯\(⌣̯̀⌣́)/¯

They are all different, but similar at the same time. A herd of nerds sticking together - you snort horribly and retreat to the kitchen to put the kettle on. Technology feels a little grim right now, but something about being in this space with some good tea lifts your spirits.

While the kettle boils, you unfold your laptop. The clicking on your keyboard joins the other sounds: (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ Submit to our CFP

Your cursor flashes, waiting for input. ✧｡٩(ˊᗜˋ)و✧*｡