[OPEN] Embark on Some Havoc

[lonelysmiles]

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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[melodiouspacifist]

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.

[lonelysmiles]

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."

[melodiouspacifist]

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

"Sure, we can jam sometime."

[lonelysmiles]

"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.