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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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"Yep, that's me! It's good to see you again." Alastor looks good; a lot better than he had when he'd visited the -- imp? He's not really familiar with hell's races beyond those he's personally interacted with, and it's hardly the type of thing that comes up -- his, let's go with that, cottage in the middle of the woods. Though, then again, that was partially colored by his own poor experiences in the swamp. Maybe Alastor was feeling great then too!

Ralsei spreads his arms wide and grins. "You look like you've done pretty well for yourself here! I'm really happy for you."

"Thank you!" Alastor's eternal smile widened. "You look like you're doing quite well yourself! Then again, when last we met, you had a rather close call with my dream memory of Missy! Ha ha ha!"

He motioned for the young man to join him.

"I'm in desperate need of some coffee. Perhaps something in the break room could suit your fancy."

Just going to casually wrap an arm around Ralsei's shoulders and basically drag him off. The others at the studio shook their heads, some chuckling, at what was becoming a familiar sight: Alastor casually kidnapping someone.

"Oh! Yes, Missy certainly did give me some trouble," Ralsei says, understating how close he was to being a goat-shaped snack. At least it wouldn't be permanent in Reverein. He laughs right along with Alastor, seeming in good humor.

"Oh, I wouldn't mind some coffee. Where do you get your beans from? I've got a small public garden to work with if you need some. Most of the stuff I eat I grow the normal way, but with stuff like coffee beans, well -- just between you and me, my Dreamotion powers can grow food just as good as if it's grown the long way."

Ralsei didn't even seem to notice himself being kidnapped, mirroring Alastor's enthusiasm. It was infectious!

"I believe the studio gets them from the local market but I'd certainly be interested in trying the ones you grow! Sometimes you taste the brew and you can immediately tell that the beans were picked far too soon."

Honestly, a lot of the energy around the studio probably had Alastor to blame for it. Radio was, obviously, one of his passions. Even without the title the other denizens of Hell had given him, his life had revolved mostly around the radio, him being enamored by it ever since he'd been young.

"Well, then I can provide a number of beans at various stages in growth and we can work out what kind you prefer! I wouldn't quite be interested in putting anyone out of business with the surplus of beans I can produce... but I'm always happy to help a friend!"

He is, actually, rather proud of his dreamotion powers; they weren't always so cooperative as they are now (though -- they aren't actually particularly cooperative now, he can just put his focus to it and make it work). It wasn't easy!

Once they've gotten settled in with their coffee, Ralsei smiles. "A gift of beans wasn't why I came here, though. I've noticed a lot of folks -- particularly among us dreamers -- aren't much good at cooking. I thought I might see if there was any interest in a broadcast teaching the basics of that."

"Clearly this is your first time at a radio station, my good fellow." Alastor's grin widened. "The place practically runs on coffee. If we ran low, I'm sure there'd be a riot. You're not likely to put any of our regular suppliers out of business unless you can outgrow their supply."

Alastor beamed as he led the way into the kitchen area with several empty tables for the moment.

"As a matter of fact, there was plenty of interest in just that! I don't suppose you're volunteering?"

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