Who: OPEN TO ALL.
When: Saturday, December 3rd, from four P.M. to morning sirens.
Where: An abandoned warehouse in Sector 8.
Summary: That
one zazzy event Pickles and D-Joe have been talking about.
Warnings: Adult language, loud music, alcohol and drug consumption, mentions of satanic imagery, eventual violence and NPC death, and anything else that
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[OOC: See here for references on the usual effects of Dethklok's music.]]
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[One aggro'd Joe Fieldman, fresh off the natural high of a crowd listening to whatever his thumb decides to punch into the mixer (and the secondhand high of...the haze currently wafting through the warehouse) tears off one side of his headphones and glowers at Pickles.
Since when was jacking his set without warning part of the game plan!
So as the speakers begin to wail with strange and melodious deth previously unheard in the Port, the tech at the soundbooth (currently ousted from playing poser DJ) clenches fists in righteous fury, ponders cutting the speakers, but-
His finger pauses on the volume sliders. Nah, the music is actually awesome. So he takes it up to the max, because if the subwoofers blow now, he can always just blame Pickles.
With that, he whips around and mouths over the deafening noise
'What's the big idea!']
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But he knows he got it to work when he hears the orchestral opening to Dethharmonic--what he considered a strong opening to get the crowd warmed up.
It grabs Pickles, at the very least. Music was supposed to take you to a different place--or something gay like that. As soon as he heard the violins, he remembers the concert and Fatty Ding Dongs in crystal sharp detail. It's almost disorienting to hear Nate's voice again; then rock backwards and remember where he was.
Before he can react, he turns and sees Joe mouthing...something to him. He grins crookedly and waves.]
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And its good music, this is Pickles' whole gig-
But he was just starting to work the crowd up. Get into that settled, controlled, important feeling he hasn't quite had since DJ-ing at Club 24 on a packed Friday night.
Someone else just stole the show. How typical.
Annoyed, he flings down his own headphones, and storms off the audio console.]
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So Joe leaves, and Pickles bounds after him, catching up with him in what seems like only a few short strides--it might've been more. He announces his presence by giving Joe a friendly slap on the back.] Dude! Yer not leavin', are you?
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