Shout At The Devil! [Halloween Party] Band members and friends invited

[bangingthe_hellouttayou]

Zack had decided that he wanted to do something for Halloween now that he'd gotten his new costume and being a Spider-Man fan he'd gone for a Spider-Punk costume straight from his comics. He'd gotten it at a local comic store down on the Strip and couldn't wait to show Damien because he knew the Dog didn't have comics or anything fun back in Hunger City. Zack now pleased that he'd arranged a Halloween Party for the band members, their friends and family to attend inside the communal area of the apartments. It was the biggest space and there was a bar all stocked up with spooky drinks, alcoholic and non-alcoholic alike.

It would be a blast!

There were even spooky snacks with crisps and chips shaped like bats, ghosts and pumpkins. There were even actual pumpkins on a table for those who wished to carve a pumpkin alone or with friends. Zack had tried to make it accessible for all, those who wished to party and get drunk and those who wanted to do non-boozy activities too.

As for costumes---they were optional but preferred.

"Ok, I think that's it. Everyone should be arriving soon."

Zack looking around the room and hoping everyone would like what he had set-up with help from some of the others of course.

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[riff_razor]

"She is named for the goddess of youth and beauty." Rik knew that often Americans, and the Brits, didn't know the meanings of their deities. Unfortunately, Rik was superstitious and there were many of his instruments that he didn't let others play.

"Rhythmic composition and music theory." Rik clarified. "Classical composition was my first year."

He knew that Danish schools were different than American and British schools. Something he didn't know until he met so many people from other countries. "Danish National Academy of Music, fifth year."

[willoftheblackbird]

Morning was apparently a very relative term. No wonder Jay wasn’t back yet. Dee just yawned. “He’s probably still on shift…”

And chances were, he’d be on shift until at 5 or 6, whenever normal shift change was for the hospital his agency assigned him to. So, he had a couple hours before his fiancé returned.

“I hope I’m not… overstaying my welcome…” he apologized with sincerity. It wasn’t like he lived here.

[hellomajortom]

Tom smiled at the still drowsy young man. "You aren't the first foundling my child and the others have brought in."

He's being humorous but it wasn't uncommon for someone new to show up routinely.

[willoftheblackbird]

Dee nodded, and glanced around again. Even in this room, there were a lot of young people around his age, if not younger.

“…which one’s… yours?” He asked.

If he were more awake, he wouldn’t have asked such a personal question. Dee struggled with parental figures, and this man was certainly acting like a father. But he wasn’t, and he asked it. So help him…

[willoftheblackbird]

Unfortunately, Dee and Jay were no different. They weren’t familiar with the deities of many other religions. Jay grew up as, and still was, a loosely-practicing Catholic. Dee was raised Christian, but lost whatever faith he had in God by the time he left Ohio, for obvious reasons.

They weren’t familiar with that particular school. Though, Jay once applied to both the University of Performing Arts in Vienna and the Royal Academy of Music in the UK, but was not accepted to either. Still, he had an idea of how some of those programs worked, at least back then. He remembered a lot of the schools he looked at having three year programs.

“Last year of your Masters level, then?” Jay asked, and wouldn’t be surprised at all with how everyone spoke of Rik.

“Are you preparing for your final recital?”

[hellomajortom]

"Mine isn't here." Tom mentioned. "Ziggy is still awake in the other room."

Or somewhere in the apartments, though he had seen Ziggy on his wander though to check on everyone a few minutes earlier.

An hour or two after speaking to Jerry. CW: mentions of sexual abuse and injury

[nordlig_pojke]

It had been fucking tough talking to Jerry, listening to the harrowing account of Davy getting raped and abused by that fuckhead of an ex. A monster. Sven had gone back to his room and changed out of his costume into some of his usual attire, leather pants and a t-shirt.

He had to see Davy.

The Swede now stepping outside Davy's room, hoping he was there since he'd seen Sam run off with the singer earlier on. Sven guessing that Sam was with Davy, trying to comfort the poor boy.

"Davy? It's me, Sven."

[sunnycymbals]

Sam had tried to talk to Davy but eventually simply left him out on the balcony to think. He wasn't very talkative anyway but Sam didn't leave.

It was Sam that came to the door looking worried and out of sorts himself. "Sven?" He's not sure how to prepare the Swede for how Davy is behaving.

[riff_razor]

They will quickly find that many of the people here were religious, or at least spiritual, though not Christian. Rik doesn't expect many to understand his beliefs, even in Denmark not many do.

"Yes, but this isn't my final recital." Rik sighed because it was stressful to do his studies from the other side of the world while maintaining a career in a relatively well known rock band. "That will be in the fall. This is my final instrument recital."

In his school they had to learn instruments throughout their schooling and perform each of them.

[nordlig_pojke]

"Jerry's told me everything."

Sven just sighed and ran a hand through his blond hair. Fuck. How was Davy doing? Was he in any state to see the Swede? If he wasn't then Sven would approach the boy another time but he at least wanted to try now.

"I'm sorry---fuck, I'm sorry for all of you. What you went though."

It was all the Swede could say as he leant forward and hugged Sam because the drummer deserved a hug too.

[oprorsk_sode]

By this time Mikkel had carved pumpkins with Sigurd and Fredrik, and drank a lot of booze. He's just heading to get another drink when he sees Harald.

"HARALD!" Mikkel is already jumping on the big Norwegian's back to kiss his cheek.

[dodsmetall_kriger]

Harald smiled when he heard his name being screamed across the party floor, knowing full well who it belonged to.

"Soeren boy."

The big man held onto the Dane's long legs, helping steady him as he climbed up Harald's back. It was nice to be wanted and for the guitarist to have a real friend who was out of his usual circle of band mates. Harald found it hard to make friends due to his size and his broken English outside of Norway.

"Good meet again."

[sunnycymbals]

Sam looked down but he's grateful for the hug and clings to the bigger, well more muscular, Swede.

"Davy's...." Sam glanced back at the door to the balcony. "..He's having a hard time." What else could he say to Sven? "I don't know."

Sam had seen Davy upset but the way he was standing on the balcony, silent, starting, arms wrapped around himself was unnerving to the drummer.

[nordlig_pojke]

"I don't blame him. He's got balls of steel going to Martyn and opening up about all of this. The memories----must be like living fucking nightmares."

Sven couldn't even imagine what the boy was going through but wanted to help. Just be there for him. What else could he do? Poor Sam must have nightmares over the bastard who assaulted Davy too.

"Can I see him? Does he want my company because I just want to be close to him right now."

[oprorsk_sode]

Mikkel was good at hanging on to Harald and pulled up to kiss the big man again.

"You're sexy tonight." Mikkel wasn't going to deny that. Though he had an idea in his mind of Sigurd in a similar outfit. Mikkel rubbed his face in the fur of Harald's outfit. "I have apple mead."

[sunnycymbals]

Sam bit his lip because Davy confided in him a lot, about everything. "He's been remembering all the things that he didn't before."

Sam shrugged as he pulled away from Sven. "He shoved me away and went out there." Sam moved away knowing Sven was probably going to head out on the balcony to try and talk to Davy.

[nordlig_pojke]

"I know."

Sven didn't have any other words because he couldn't speak about what he didn't see, only what Jerry had told him. This was now about helping the band heal past what shit this bastard did to everyone. To poor Davy.

"Let me see if I can get close to him."

The Swede wanted to try as he slipped past Sam and approached the balcony slowly, not wanting to scare Davy off.

"Sweets?"

[dodsmetall_kriger]

"Apple mead? Is good?"

Harald wanted to try everything this party had to offer because the Brit drummer Zack put all his effort into creating this for all band members. The Norwegian was impressed and could see people carving pumpkins at a table at the back of the room.

"Soeren boy like costume?"

The big man adjusted his huge battleaxe on his back, moving it to the right slightly so Mikkel could sit on his back a little easier.

[princesscharm]

Sam nodded and hoped that Sven had better luck.

Davy didn't want to hear Sven's voice and pulled his arms tighter to himself.

"Go away." Davy's voice is rough from crying and broken sounding. He wanted to be left alone. The last person he wanted to see right now when he was reliving all the violation. "I want to be alone."

[oprorsk_sode]

"Over at the bar." Mikkel pointed over to the bar where everyone else was.

"I do." Mikkel leaned around over Harald's shoulder. "The face paint looks good."

Mikkel adored Harald and wrapped his arms tight around Harald while he hung on.

[willoftheblackbird]

"Oh... okay, got it... Ziggy's..." at about that moment, it didn't matter how tired Dee was, he woke the fuck up. "Ziggy? As in Ziggy Stardust?! You're Tom Jones!!"

The manager of the entire Ziggy Stardust tour festival experience, the name that was dropped at the City Charms show, the one who maybe, just maybe, would listen to his demo and be impressed enough to give their band a spot when the tour resumed.

He immediately started patting down his costume, looking for one more recording ball in a pocket somewhere.

"... no, I didn't give them all out... did I?"

[willoftheblackbird]

Jay was fairly loose with his interpretation of religious doctrine. Whatever people wanted to believe was fine with him. As far as Dee was concerned, God had already thrown him into Hell once. All the people that 'prayed for him' were the same ones that wanted to keep him there. The resentment had simmered quite a bit over the years, but it could still be a testy subject in just the right (or wrong) context.

"Guitar and flute?" Dee asked, given the instruments he was working with. Though he suspected there might be others.

[riff_razor]

The Danes understood that not everyone had the same ideas as they did and religion rarely came up in major ways. Mostly it was asides or something that was just part of their life, such as names for people and things.

Rik nodded. "And electric harp." Rik often used his recitals as an excuse to work on music for his own band. "They're what I play on stage, mostly." Hunter was always asking for instruments out of the blue and he, or Vars, would usually be the ones to pick them up.

[hellomajortom]

"I am." Tom was used to so many reactions to his presence but he was almost everyone's dad at this point. Though he did shake his head at all the rummaging.

"Whatever it is, we can find it in the morning." Tom had figured something was lost but even the recording balls could wait until morning.

[willoftheblackbird]

“Oh… electric harp.” Jay hummed, continuously impressed.

Dee nodded, also impressed.

“Most of my recitals, aside from my final one, were just voice… and some piano.” Which made sense. He was, first and foremost, a singer and songwriter. “My final compositions included parts for violin, but I wasn’t the one playing it. Jay was accompanying me.”

“Are your recitals open to the public? Or at least to guests?” Jay asked. Dee’s were, but things might be different in a Danish school.