The head of Ops, Jon O'Sullivan and I got along very well from the start.

A peaceful, demonstrative fellow, he is easy to like and easier to work with.












I do, however, regret his unfortunate choice of red shirts for all of us in Operations.  Into each sunny life a little chill rain must fall.













We had to "peace bond" a bow.

















Later, the bowoman (bow woman?) appeared with an elfin helper.  His shields needed no peace bonding.














Captain Kirk appeared with his pet tribble.
These were sold at Loncon 3.   There was a table full of these little guys, all quiescent until the dealer clapped his hands, precipitating an orgy of tribble squeals and giggles.









Our chair, Brian Nesbit tried on a hat.  We had a most informative discussion about whether he should be considered a plus sized leprechaun or a strayed firbolg.











Under certain circumstances, Jon refused to be photographed.










Misa, one of our doomed red shirts.












I have no recollection of what problem Ops solved for this charming lady, but she was sufficiently grateful to give him a hug.

This is a charming, not-too-big con.  It truly is an all Europe con.  I have met representatives from UK, France, Sweden, Poland, Ukraine so far.  There are probably more, but I have been hiding out in Ops.

I fear that I contracted what is called "con crud" at Loncon.  Trying not to spread the "joy" to other fen.  It is a sort of cross-breed between an upper respiratory infection and being drunk.  I do fear the hangover.