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Unicon 2009 is open for business!

Unicon 2009 will be held once again at Melbourne High School in South Yarra, over the weekend of the 3rd and 4th of October.

The games are in, the website is live, the switch has been flipped, and rego is now open for players.

So go to http://www.unicon.asn.au/ and have a look at what grabs your fancy, and we'll see you at Unicon!

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leadgend
Sep. 2nd, 2009 01:43 am (UTC)
AON error.
The in the AON timetable the link to the blurb for the Unicon Alkemy event points to the wrong blurb.
halloranelder
Sep. 2nd, 2009 09:21 am (UTC)
Re: AON error.
Thanks for the catch. Now fixed.
ozisim
Sep. 5th, 2009 05:39 am (UTC)
Oooh!

I have a scathingly brilliant idea for this!
can you txt me when you are free for a chat?
halloranelder
Sep. 6th, 2009 03:11 am (UTC)
I'm available now, except for the fact I have a cat in my lap and as a result can't get up to grab the phone. :)
ozisim
Sep. 15th, 2009 11:35 am (UTC)
...and here I am with my trial at not being online 24/7!
How about tomorrow night?
halloranelder
Sep. 15th, 2009 12:02 pm (UTC)
Probably would work.

I'm currently on holidays visiting Mum and Dad, and as far as I am aware we've got nothing planned for tomorrow night.
ozisim
Sep. 15th, 2009 12:04 pm (UTC)
no worries.
I'd call now... but I've gone non-verbal.
I'll make a list.
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