I was departing from the first day of Emerald City Comic Con when I saw the news.
“All 53,000 attendees of Anime NYC urged to get tested after one got Omicron,” said a headline from The Verge, with its sub-headline describing the event as a “possible superspreader.” It turns out the enormously popular anime convention at New York City’s Javits Center – the location of New York Comic Con – might have been home to one of the first cases of the latest COVID-19 variant. And in that moment, all eyes turned to Seattle. It was a natural progression. If one event from just a couple weeks back could have played a part in this latest driver of fear, it was easy to look at Emerald City Comic Con as the next step.
The idea of it felt as if it loomed like a specter on ECCC’s first day already, with Thursday being one of the quietest days of any convention I’ve ever been to, including considerably smaller shows. It may have had nothing to do with the attendance, but you couldn’t help but wonder. As I deescalated my way out of the Washington State Convention Center, my brain pondered what was to come at this convention.
Seattle was home to America’s initial COVID-19 cases, and because of that, 17 it has approached pandemic safety with a righteous fear that few other major American cities match. Vaccination cards are required to get in anywhere public, seemingly, and masking is mandated, with little public squabbling over either concept from what I saw. Beyond that, locals seemed extra cautious at the very idea of being in public, let alone at a gigantic pop culture event like ECCC. That made two possibilities of where things could go from there seem likely.
One, the weekend would fall apart from there, with turnout disappointing even more than Thursday did.
Two, confident in its handling of the pandemic, the city of Seattle and all within it could move forward and have a good time in the first iteration of this convention in 991 days.
What happened from there felt as if it could color the near future of conventions in a very real way, especially with con organizer ReedPop having yet another event the following weekend in Chicago’s C2E2. If the result fell into the first bucket, things could get nervy quick, inverting 2020’s C2E2 to ECCC gap that resulted in the cancelation of the latter and effectively each major convention going forward. If it was the latter, then the path to normalcy would continue onwards, unfettered, and perhaps even emboldened.
As of now, it seems to have been more of the latter. It ended up being a tale of two conventions, as some determinants of success were maxed out while others were caught in the middle. Oscillating between shockingly relaxed and outrageously busy, Emerald City Comic Con 2021 was one of the oddest and most genuinely delightful conventions I’ve ever been to, and worth examining for the unusual divergence at its core that made it electrically productive for the soul, if not always the wallet.
And assuredly a cocktail of other reasons.↩
I heard they sold 20% fewer tickets, but that’s unverified.↩
I kept hearing them described as having “fewer people but a lot more spending per person,” with one creator I talked to noting they completely sold out of everything they had at NYCC.↩
They even inexplicably had DMC, who was posted up in Artist Alley all weekend, do a mini-Funko themed set there.↩
The Conference Center, or TCC, is the other half of Washington State Convention Center, an area that effectively housed I’d say 45% of ECCC itself, with panels and gaming areas found at lower levels below the show floor.↩
I saw the same thing play out at a notable artist’s table, as a person came up and attempted to negotiate the purchase of several rather expensive pages. It was extraordinarily odd.↩
This is unverified, but I believe it, if only because of the copies of that book that were there early Thursday that weren’t there later.↩
One suggested it was even slower than the visuals indicated, as they told me aisles at the convention were spaced out from each other not to socially distance but to give the appearance of size at the convention. It was “light” even from a number of vendors standpoint, they noted.↩
The fried chicken part is conjecture based off Cena eating at the same breakfast place as me Saturday, a local eatery famous for its exemplary fried chicken-infused foods.↩
Which had to be shown to a representative of the convention, at which point you get a wristband to wear at the event which they looked for relentlessly at the con.↩
My most delightful cosplay moment was when I was walking into Artist Alley behind two women dressed as different Loki variants who had no idea they were dressed similarly…until someone asked to take a photo of the two of them, at which point they looked at each and just started laughing hysterically.↩
And by that I mean the people who are blessed by CGC or whomever as an official witness that a comic was signed by the person they are said to be signed by. Fun fact: they have to pay attention 100% of the time as they witness, as I now know!↩
They’d prefer both, of course.↩
Maximum shouts to ReedPop and everyone else who ran the convention. It was top notch work, even if there was no press room, a fact that made me sad (and arguably 50% more tired than I usually am at these things).↩
And assuredly a cocktail of other reasons.↩