The artistry and ingenuity displayed by these implements of defense and destruction is truly remarkable. I was wondering, however, whether any of the bearers of same have run afoul of the local constabulary when wearing them to conventions; particularly those items built on, modeled after, or appearing like real firearms, especially in jurisdictions that frown upon firearms in private hands.
My Good Mik -
I can only speak to my somewhat dated experiences in the continental U.S. ; howsomeever back in the day the local Con Committee would make a point of reaching out to and alerting the constabulary and all venue personel ( ie hotel/building staff) vis-a-vis interesting folks soon to arrive in a variety of unpredictable costumes, a variety of simulated and very-nearly live weaponry, and the fact that the Con was willing and able to police themselves up to the point of needing official intervention at which time the Con Committe would often have arranged a specific liason officer to contact. We regularly instituded safety rules in accordnace with local laws and customs that were published long before ( and during the event via posters) and basically policed ourselves.
In some cases we set up special large rooms for supervised CosPlay activities such as choreographed sword/staff/etc fights, laser-based weapons, and Über-Cool special-effects weapons. Everything was inspeected prior to use, lasers were especially controlled (
you could put an eye out!) . Safety First.
I recall one specific event at which a fellow arrived at the hotel blisfully unaware of the event, but having discovered it threw himself full into the swing of things immediately - purchased a full weekend badge, and ran up to his room to re-equip himslef with combat boots, duty belt, a large Buck Bowie Knife, and S&W service pistol and holster! I spotted him (and his arms) arriving at the ConSuite and arranged a friendly to engage him in conversation whilst several of us enagaged from the rear and sides "just in case" ( and one phoned Hotel Security to stand by). The end result was a lovely conversation, handing around the Buck Knife and (empty) S&W Mod19 for Show-And-Tell, beers all around, a grand laff, and the lad headed back to put his revolver away and "peace-bond" his Buck Knife.
Amusingly at the same venue, differrent year, a drunken local about 7feet tall and 20 Stone tried to crash the Con and attacked a Mad Scientist and a Robot.
I myself (tricked out in full dress Kilts (Rob Roy), Bonnet, sporran, stockings, slippers, dirk and sword) engaged the fellow in a witty conversation that lasted nearly 10 minutes:
Him: I can beat any Mother-F in the Place !
Me: Why I believe you can!
Him: I AM GOD and that ROBOT is THE DEVIL!
Me: When you're right , you're right!
HIM: I can BEAT YOU into the Ground!
Me: You sure could! You must be very strong!
rinse. repeat. rinse. repeat.
Whilst my partner, Party the Second ( ie the gent on the phone) called up the constabulary & hotel security.
All this time my poor little grey cells were frantically seeing tommorrows headlines:
possibility 1: Mad Scotsman Goes Beserk Hacks local Drunk To Death
possibility 2: Local Drunk Beats Scotsman To Death With His Own Sword
possibilty 3: Police Arrest Local Drunk and Crazy Scotsman - both placed in holding cell....
Then
MY FRIEND FOR LIFE Scott xxxxx ( 6' 4" and 15 stone) showed up in a tie-dyed Dashiki and hollared:
HEY F****, YAH WANNA FIGHT? COME ON THIS WAY!
And
Scott My Saviour led the Drunk on a merry chase down some stairs and out to the sidewalk into the waiting arms of
Seargant Mcleary ( my other new friend for life, 5'4", and 11 stone) who completely bested the Drunk using Mind Control and The Voice.
does this help?
yhs
prof ( getting too old for this) mad marvel