Eurofurence's Forbidden Cities
There are many areas where not everyfur can enter. The "Furbidden City" with its headless indulgences is only one example. A look behind closed doors.
Some 600 furs at Eurofurence are not fursuiters. As such, they can only speculate as to what goes on behind the wooden walls of the Furbidden City, eternally shrouded in a low, buzzing hum. It comes from a myriad of powerful fans. A yellow dog is cooling its chest and crotch at two of them. Even bigger ones are connected to long pipes with multiple outlets that dozens of suiters use to dry their handpaws and heads simultaneously. Indeed, many of them are headless - this is the only place they allow themselves to be seen like this.
Barrels of lemonade and pretzels are at free disposal. "The suiters need sugar for quick energy and salt to replace the minerals they lose by sweating," explains an unnamed staffer. The fursuiters change, socialise, celebrate; indeed, some of them feel so cosy here, that they are hard to meet in the public areas.
Another no-go area: back-stage
The back-stage area is another "forbidden city". "It's extremely dangerous to enter here," the deputy chief of security, Dhary, likes to warn potential trespassers. He is one of the few people allowed to climb the stairways that lead up to vertigious heights and give access to the stage lights. The dimly lit floor area smells of dust and wood. Here, the only dangers obvious to the layperson are cables and boxes to trip on and backdrop elements dangling from the ceiling.
A narrow passageway connects the backstage area to the corridor leading to the staff rooms. Behind a velvet cord, three rooms are hidden. In the first, the Daily crew toils away desperately to keep deadlines. "I've always wanted a printer that weighs as much as I do," were Bariki's words, when our pride and joy was delivered with a delay of only two days.
Probably the most envied privilege is the right to eat at the staff buffet. Here, the red-badged demigods gather around free drinks and food, entirely unbothered by the the unwashed masses. Today, it's pork roast and potato day. Rumours have it that in this same room members of the Eurofurence board can be seen sipping strawberry daiquiris from a slushie machine at two in the afternoon.
The room at the end of the hallway contains Eurofurence's inner sanctum. Here, in the middle of sawdust and patches of fur, the props, puppets and backdrops for the pawpet show are assembled. We meet Eisfuchs who is working on a huge (this paragraph has been deleted by the Imperial censors)
There is one event, however, where not even our fearless journalists dare enter: the Girls' Cafe. It is off-limits for some 90% of all con-goers and also for our all-male team. Plans to put our most effeminate reporter into skirt and high-heels have led to nothing. Our hopes now rest on acquiring a female fursuit.
Author: Luxen