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

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

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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Jack hadn't seen his sister yet tonight, nor is he in costume, though he does look scuffed up and a little dirtier than usual. Things had been a little rough in Hunger City earlier in the day and there wasn't an opportunity to bathe. However, as he walked in he got compliments on his 'costume' and decided that a shower could wait.

While waiting for the elevator in the lobby he saw the two coming toward the door with a wheelchair. It was instinct to abandon the elevator to get the door for them. His own child needed this sort of assistance and he didn't recognize these people. Were they new? Jack was already trying to imagine who they might be related to given their looks. Maybe the Harpers or maybe they weren't related to anyone at all.

“Thank you.” They both answered, almost in unison.

Jay deftly maneuvered Dee’s wheelchair inside, while Dee couldn’t help but admire the costume of the man who held open the door. He looked like he could blend in well with the Prophet aesthetic.

“I love the costume…” he complimented the stranger. Neither Dee nor Jay had any idea who they were talking to. Or that bands of the caliber of the Spiders from Mars actually stayed here too. “You look just like Ziggy Stardust… but with grit instead of glam.”

At this point, Jay stopped to get a better look. The man really could pull off a Ziggy Stardust. He had the bone structure for it and everything - which wasn’t something many people could say.

He nudged his fiancé playfully. “You’d make a pretty good Ziggy Stardust too.”

Neither of them knew what an Anthean was, but as thin as he was, Dee could definitely pass for one.

Jack simply nodded an acknowledgement to the thank you. He smiled as he let the door close once the two were inside.

"I haven't seen my sister yet but I'm sure he's around." Jack had no idea who these people were but assumed they were someone's friends or family.

He could definitely see the resemblance in body structure. "I've heard it's hard to dye black hair this red." He mentioned it with a bit of amusement and charm.

Not like the they knew who Jack’s sister was either.

“Oh, is that her…his? Her? costume too?” Jay stumbled over which pronoun to use. He was fairly sure he heard the man say ‘he’.’ But he also heard him say ‘sister,’ and the two labels didn’t quite match.

“I’d have to buy a wig…” Dee chuckled. “It’s way too long to be Ziggy’s hair.”

Needless to say, he liked wearing it long. (And Jay liked it quite a bit too.)

Jack grinned slightly because Ziggy would be pleased that their existence confused someone so much. "Ziggy prefers he but feminine identifiers; lady, sister."

Jack thought it was worth explaining even if Ziggy would do the same.

"I don't see many good short, red wigs."

“Oh.” Jay nodded. “I suppose that makes sen…”

You could see the wheels turning, and the moment they ground to a sudden halt.

“Hold on, you said Ziggy prefers. The actual Ziggy Stardust?”

Even Dee blinked. That wasn’t a costume? That was actual family resemblance?

“…THE Ziggy Stardust… is coming to this party?”

"This is his tour." Jack isn't quite as used to this reaction outside of a venue and all the fans. "I'm not sure if he's performing tonight or not."

Of course, even if he was this was where he slept. Eventually Ziggy would have to come back. "I think he owns this building."

Jack had made that assumption and never cared enough to ask and get clarity.

When Jake told them about the party, Dee and Jay largely assumed the guests would be other local musicians. It would be a good chance to network and have fun at the same time - dressed in their stage personas, no less.

“Ziggy Stardust’s… tour? He owns this building?” Dee stuttered, some of this finally clicking.

Of the band names he’d heard so far, the vast majority of them were opening acts on the Ziggy Stardust festival. But he hadn’t connected the dots until now. If he was lucky, he might actually get to hand a copy of his demo directly to one of the biggest stars in the music business today.

There were a lot of local or newer bands around but there were some more famous people. Jack didn't know much outside of Ziggy and Tom's fame. In all fairness this wasn't his world.

"Tom bought it when the tour got grounded." Jack mentioned but left out the part about that all being due to Rekker and his trial.

Dee looked up at Jay, who was still standing behind him in shocked silence.

“The Tom that Syn suggested we look for… was that Tom Jones? Ziggy Stardust’s manager?”

“And father.” Jay corrected. “His manager is his father. And maybe it actually was?”

Of course, if Ziggy’s manager was his father, and this was Ziggy’s brother, then it was technically his father too.

“…Is he here? …at the party too?”

Jack is trying to piece together what they were talking about but had a good idea.

"Tom is never far away." Jack asserted as he started to head for the elevators. "He and Robert are usually the ones that keep parties like this from getting out of hand."

At this point, Dee was beginning to assume all the various names were interconnected, and that this Robert was probably the boyfriend of the young man he met at Denny’s a few weeks back.

He was also trying his hardest not to look starstruck, or get his hopes up too high. Tom probably received hundreds of demos from people looking to make it in the industry. Ziggy might not even have time to talk to ordinary strangers like them. Who knew?

Fortunately, Jay was already following Jack to the elevator.

“We were warned that some of the people here get a little rowdy.” Jay put it mildly. ”They won’t have to worry about us adding too much to that.”

Jay had largely grown out of that wild party phase by the time he entered nursing school. Dee certainly had it in him, Jay had found out as they got to know each other better, but it was tempered by his condition and how said condition affected his priorities.

Jack held the elevator door for them to come in. "Rowdy, drunk, naked.. the punks, my hellhound, and Rekker sometimes brawl."

Jack shrugged since it was the norm both here, and often enough in Hunger City too. The big egos of Viktor, Damien and Rekker sometimes clashed in the wrong way and sometimes it was dangerous for others, though not the musicians. Once they were in he could head up to the floor with the communal lounge.

"This should be calmer than birthdays."

Rowdy was subjective. Dee was physically incapable of holding his own in any kind of fight, but he could still get up to some mischief in the right company. He rarely drank anymore (what’s the point if you’re wasted before it’s tasted?) but when he did, it always took his extraversion up a notch or five. Moreso than Jay, who could facepalm just as readily while sober as he could after a couple of beers or a nice glass of wine.

As the elevator made its way up, Jay turned to Jack. “What happens on birthdays?”

"Chaos." Jack replied, very self assured. They couldn't know what it meant for someone like Jack to think something was chaotic. Sometimes he, and Minoru, had the same idea and exited right out a window to evacuate the nonsense.

As soon as the door opened there was screaming down the hall from the elevator. Aarne, and Jack knew that was to be expected from the excitable Finn who was racing right toward them as soon as Jack stepped out of the door. That was also to be expected and Jack braced for whatever was about to happen.

“Chaos.” Jay repeated, an eyebrow raised.

But no sooner had the doors opened and Jay pushed Dee into the hallway, chaos seemed to come running straight at them.

"JACK!" Aarne was obviously drunk and even taller than Jack given the huge heels he was wearing. He didn't even give the redhead a moment to react before he was hugging him and picking him up off the ground. Jack wanted to protest but he was soon back on his feet.

Aarne turned to the new people, wide-eyed and vibrating in place. Jack rearranged himself. "Dee, Jay. This is Aarne, drummer for The Hammers."

Jack gave Aarne a pointed look to try and keep the energy level to a reasonable level.

That kind of energy was infectious, though.

Dee smiled, and immediately pushed himself up out of the chair to greet the boisterous drummer. “Dee. Also known as the Prophet.”

Jay introduced himself as well.

But before Aarne could drag them back to the party (or possibly carry them, given how easily he lifted Jack), Jay put a gentle hand on his fiancé's shoulder. “I know you’re excited, but save your strength for the party, okay? Don’t waste it on the boring hallway.”

Dee couldn’t exactly argue. He might be able to make it down there, but he’d be spent.

“Probably… a good idea.”

If Dee was going to stand then Aarne was going to hug him, though he knows from being around Aletayria to be gentler than he was with Jack.

"There's another Dee here!" Aarne was a ball of barely contained energy. Then he's turned to Jack. "Rekker got so much candy with the kids."

Jack could see that in the way Aarne looked like he'd eaten way too much sugar, and gods only know what else.

Well, if Aarne was going to hug him, then Dee was going to get hugged. (fortunately, his war paint isn’t going to rub off that easily. He used setting powder on all of it.)

He probably felt a bit like an Anthean in the drummer’s grip. He was definitely thin enough to pass for one.

“A woman, I believe…” Dee was warned about him sharing a name with someone else in their entourage. They probably wouldn’t get too mixed up with the other.

He sat back down, and they were on their way again.

"Yes, she's tiny." Aarne said that with as much affection as could be but compared to the tall Finn, the bassist was very short. "She's here."

He pointed down the hall. "DEE!!!"

Aarne just screamed for her as they walked toward the room. There wasn't any music, aside from the potential for someone to be playing something, working on music, but mostly it was just talking and everyone was in good spirits. Before they got to the room a shorter, redheaded woman appeared, older and dressed more punk than many of the others. She smiles as soon as she sees the new people.

As they got to the end of the hallway, they could hear various people talking. Aarne’s voice cut through all of that, though. And anyone who turned to look was now well aware of the new arrivals.

The layout of the room, with all its various couches, would make navigating with a wheelchair a bit difficult. But because of all those couches, they wouldn’t have to.

As one Dee comes out of the common area, the other was slowly standing again. This time, Jay held his arm out for support.

“You good?” He asked. Dee nodded.

“Could you put that in the corner for me, please?” He asked, offering a quick kiss on the cheek in return. “Thank you…”

He then turned to the other Dee.

“My name is also Dee.” He introduced himself, offering an outstretched hand. “But I perform under the name, The Prophet. This is my fiancé Jay, also known as the Mystic.”

“Pleased to meet you.” Jay smiled as well.

Aarne was off to find Joe and left Jack and Dee with Jay and Dee. Dee smiled and offered her arm while Jay took the chair, that was if the other Dee wanted it.

"I'm Devil Dee, Rekker's bassist." She smiled up at the Prophet who was quite a bit taller. "You're the musicians that Rekker met.. about the custom electric orchestra instruments?" She couldn't remember what string instrument Rekker had mentioned but he was focused on it and trying to figure it out. To Dee, that was a good thing because his mental health was better when he was busy.

He held onto her for a moment, but soon let go. Once he was standing, Dee was fairly steady on his feet.

“Yes, a custom violin.” The mention definitely perked Jay up. He tucked the chair out of the way where it would safe. “We were still debating whether to go with a skull shape or a flame shape, but it sounds like he’s been working on it since we last spoke.”

“Both would look fantastic on stage one day.” Dee encouraged.

He began to walk inside the common room to see what was going on. He was a bit slow, and carefully deliberate in his steps, so it wouldn’t be difficult to catch up.

Dee liked the excitement. "A long time ago he made me a bat shaped bass."

Dee would walk with them and giggled. "You don't know Rekker. I'm sure Bjorn and the kids hand to drag him out of the workshop."

Jack picked up on the conversation when Dee mentioned the kids. "They didn't give him too much trouble?"

Dee patted Jack's arm with a mischievous grin. "You might not get them back."

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