Pose for more photos, of course!

The line to get into SAX was long, but the BB Brigade had an ace in the hole.

"Can we turn on the engines yet? Please?" Marigold said, panting. Her halo hung low over her brow and her wings drooped. The poor girl was red in the face from pushing the MEKA from the hotel to the con.

"Yeah, this should be close enough to not have to worry about batteries," nodded Joy. She slapped her gloved hands together. An icy, evil grin swept over her face and she pointed at Lynn. "Get in the fucking MEKA, Hana!"

Lynn couldn't help but giggle. She squeezed a button on her plugsuit's wrist, which sent a radio signal that popped open the back of the MEKA. With much wiggling and shimmying that showed off the slight curves of her body (to the appreciation of the crowd around her), she thrust herself inside the belly of the beast. She swung her legs up and the hatch closed behind her, sealing her in.

"D.Va online!" Lynn shouted. The MEKA's lights flicked on and the engines whirred to life, rolling the monstrosity forward.

"Ahaha!" Joy cackled. "Now, witness the firepower of this fully armed and operational MEKA!"

"Brr," Terri said, clutching her arms to her chest. The sun was hot, but Joy's passion was enough to send shivers down her spine.

The crowd fell back in awe as Lyyn-turned- D.Va plowed through, cannons spinning threateningly. Even security parted as the BB Brigade rolled through; they flashed their Con badges with smiles, as if their elaborate cosplay wasn't proof enough that they belonged inside.

The first thing Terri noticed was the stares. So, so many stares.

Everyone in the whole lobby was transfixed by the MEKA. Their eyes flicked from the rolling mechanical beast, to the girl piloting it, to the rest of the BB Brigade beside her, Terri included. She flashed them an energetic smile as they started pulling out their cameras. This was gonna be great!

"Yeah, this is just great," Kiona said sarcastically. "I'm gonna miss the artist of Captain Marvel's book signing if we do another pose posse."

"We can split up for now," Marigold offered. "I could go with you... you know, for, um, company?"

"Sounds good," Kiona nodded. "Have fun with the paparazzi, guys."

"Later, losers!" Lynn called out from inside the MEKA. She revved up its cannons and shot a few foam balls at Kiona's armored backside. "Ahaha! Less QQ, more pew pew!"

"I'm under attack!" Marigold-Mercy cried as a few foam balls hit her in the skirt. "Run!"

Terri whipped her SMGs out of their holsters and play-fired a few rounds, laughing along with Lynn. They didn't actually shoot, but they did light up, buzz loudly and vibrate satisfyingly, almost like real guns. Joy had really outdone herself with this gear.

No wonder Lynn liked this so much- it was intoxicating. She grew bolder and spun on her heel and struck a pose, one she knew showed off her fit butt. The cameras flashed, the crowd cheered, and Terri forgot her own name among the chants of "Tracer! Tracer! Tracer!"

Best. Day. Ever.

Lynn gleefully wiggled back and forth inside the MEKA. She was the star of the show, and she knew it. Everyone around her wanted the D.

Every picture they took was a boost to her reputation in the cosplay community. Every twitter post with her #BunnyHapa tag, surreptitiously stickered on the MEKA's chassis, was another step closer to celebrity.

Terri may have been caught up in becoming Tracer, but Lynn loved cosplay for a different reason: it made her an object of envy. It put her on a pedestal. It made her special. It made her better than everyone else. Girls wanted to be her, boys wanted to have her. Well, they could dream all they liked, and she'd pose for them and play the part of the gamer girl all day long... just as long as they made sure to keep their faces glued in those beautiful awe-struck expressions she loved so very, very much.

After fifteen minutes or so of playing around and bantering in the MEKA, it was time to give the boys a show. "Ejecting!" she shouted, pressing the button to release the rear hatch. She shimmied backwards, making sure to take it extra slowly to show off her crotch. There wouldn't be any risk of camel toe; her special undergarments made sure of that. But it did give the photographers one hell of a view of her slightly jiggling rear end.

Lynn popped a panel on the MEKA and pulled out D.Va's pistol, twirling it around and striking a pose with her legs spread in a wide stance. "Pew! Pew!" she said, smiling as a minor scuffle broke out over who would get to be first in line to take her picture.

Terri and Joy were occupied on the other side of the MEKA. This was her time to shine.

"Can I take a picture with you?" one boy called out from the crowd. He was a little on the pimply and pasty side, but otherwise was all right- a perfectly photogenic nerd.

So bold, Lynn thought. Normally it took a little time for the boys to speak up. "Of course! Anything for my fans!"