songerein | [OPEN] Embark on Some Havoc

Who: Alastor and You!
Which: Depends on the prompt
Where: Depends on the prompt
What: An open log for October featuring Alastor at Reverein's new radio station teaching people how to use the equipment and properly present an audio-only broadcast. Also featuring him going dreamwalking and nightmare walking for anyone who wants him in your dreams without making a big open log yourself!
Warnings: It's Alastor, a demon from literal Hell. He's also a bit manic at the radio station and extra spooky with the dream/nightmare walking.

Reverein Radio

With the official opening of Reverein's new radio station, Alastor was doing his best to make sure that the radio wouldn't just be supplying static on every channel that wasn't his own frequency. Where was the fun in only one channel, after all? Besides, he and the native scientists had put an awful lot of work into making sure that the radio tower blended in with the local aesthetic rather than the ugly scaffolds of metal back where Alastor had come from.

Anyone looking for him would find him at the station, teaching anyone who made the mistake of asking about how to work the system. Alastor's passion was sound and radio, so his students might find themselves trapped for literal hours.

The interior of the station was a real puzzle to get through: twisting corridors and rooms specially-designed to keep all outside noise from getting picked up by hot mics. The idea was to keep noisy foot traffic from interfering with a broadcast, but at least there was always some native who'd decided to work permanently there to guide anyone around.

At the moment, Alastor was at one of the soundboards, watching one of his "students" going through a basic sound check while another worked the board. He himself held one of the speakers of a headset up to one of his ears as he watched and listened intently. Though at someone's approach, he'd leave the booth to practically skip over to them.

Dreamwalking/Nightmare Walking

Perhaps it was because it was October that even the pleasant dreams he wandered into had a misty, spooky bent to them. As a demon, Alastor blended in well with the overall atmosphere.

Humming to himself, he made his way through the mists as he searched for the bulk of the dream if not the dreamer themselves.

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With his performance finished and he bowed and waved on his way out, he caught the eyes of a stranger as he walked off stage.

Huh weird. A sense of recognition, but he can't place it?

The stranger must just have one of those faces.

With his sitar strapped to his back, he meandered his way to the bar.

Alastor took his time finishing his drink before he wandered over that way as well. He wasn't sure how long the sitarist was on break and it'd be rude to interrupt the flow of his performance.

He slipped back into his original heavy Southern accent, not wanting to tip off Demyx right away to who he was, as he ordered from the bartender. "'Nother Ol' Fashioned please."

As the bartender went to work, he looked to Demyx. "Don' see many sitarists where Ah'm from an' Ah'm sorry Ah only caught da last few minutes. Dat yer last set?"

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He's blissfully unaware of who he's speaking to and he smiles brightly at him.

"Nah, I've got one more set in me, I just needed a little break. It's built into the show." Demyx offers him in a warm tone.

"Stay, enjoy it!" He loves having an audience to play for.

"Ah plan ta!"

Alastor murmured a thanks to the bartender before picking up his drink to take a quick sip.

"Even Ah can tell yer in yer el'ment. Vi'lin's more mah speed wit string instruments."

"Sorry 'bout that, not really one I know how to play." Demyx smiled.

He looked over his shoulder where he was being given a signal and he downed the rest of his drink in one shot. He flashed his grin at Alastor and went back up on stage.

"Who's ready for the last push to end the night? Come on! Make some noise!" Demyx grinned, beckoning the crowd to get excited, to cheer.

He picked up Arpeggio and began to play. There was someone unseen in the back with percussion but certainly his songs had far more of a rock bent to them over the classical one that some might expect from such an instrument and this one in particular was very high energy.

Alastor shrugged. "Ain't dis'pointed in hearin' sometin new!"

He watched Demyx go back on stage, leaning on the bar and sipping his cocktail as he listened tot he music. Not really his taste but he could appreciate the roots rock 'n' roll had in his beloved jazz. Still, using such an unusual instrument for that style was impressive and unlike anything Alastor had heard cross the radio waves before.

This black-coated man had layers he hadn't expected at all. Far more entertaining than the scythe-wielding black coat who'd terrorized Namine's dreams.

He had many layers, and wasn't particularly well-known to those around him. Not everyone got the kind of insight that Alastor was getting. Few people knew Demyx's dreams, no matter how implausible this one might be.

In a different life, perhaps.

The concert is easy going. Demyx was skilled if nothing else and the crowd seemed receptive to him. The amount of work that went into playing his instrument could not be understated, nor could it be hidden the way he moved his fingers over the strings. He made it look effortless when it was not.

When the set was finished, he took a bow and waved to the crowd. "Thank you!"

Alastor applauded appreciatively. Most people thought that playing such instruments would be relatively simple -- Demyx's sitar only had three strings, after all -- but the position of one's fingers on the fretboard could drastically change the sound when strummed. The man likely spent hours practicing every day to make it look so effortless.

Hidden layers indeed.

"His next drink's on me," he told the bartender who nodded.

It deceptively looked like it had three strings, to be sure, but that was the beauty of the sitar, it was actually hiding another 18, out of sight. Sitars were complicated, it'd be easier if he'd picked up a guitar oh so long ago in a time he didn't remember.

With his set finished finally, Demyx came back up to the bar for a moment, but when told he had a drink waiting from the stranger, he smiled and waved. "Alright then I'll have a purple rain."

He liked the splash of colour, and the sweetness and it couldn't hurt to have a drink now that he's off the stage, before he escaped the bar.

Alastor sat in companionable silence with Demyx, carefully thinking through his words.

"Ah owe ya an apology. Ah got da wrong impression of ya when we met due to another fella dat worked wit ya. Jumpt da gun on ya. Fer dat, Ah'm sorry."

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Will Demyx remember this dream when he wakes up? It can be hard to tell, because his consciousness is in this fantasy world where he's living his dream as a musician.

He smiles and ducks his head sheepishly. "Don't worry about it man. Pretty much all of my coworkers sucked."

Which coworkers were that again? Demyx's brow furrows as though he isn't sure why he said that. In this dream, he's a solo act. Huh. Weird thought.

Alastor nodded. "If anyt'in, Ah'm grateful Ah gotta chance ta see othawise. Keeps me humble if nuhtin else."

He finished his drink before paying for both of them.

"An' yer good wit dat sitah. Mebbe one day we could jam sometime. Been a while since Ah got ta play wit someone else."

"Hey thanks." Demyx smiled brightly, since he did buy him a drink and it was very kind of him.

"Sure, we can jam sometime."

"Sounds great."

Alastor's smile widened.

"Ah should get goin'. Ya have a good night." Alastor blinked, and his eyes changed to red irises on darker red sclera. His accent shifted to its typical Transatlantic one as he bid a cheerful "Abyssinia!"

With that, he walked out of the bar and the dream.

[OPEN] Embark on Some Havoc

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