2026-05-14 - Overdrive 243 Concert - After the End

Overdrive 243 @ The Flux Capacitor
- After the End

Participants: Angela Mark Fen Pris Jack Scar Bartok Bishop

Location: The Flux Capacitor Nightclub

Date and Time: April 4th, 2025

Summary: Overdrive 243's Album Release Concert - After the End

Mood Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y6ljFaKRTrI (optional)

───<Mark>───────────────
	Mark is the Man in Black tonight. Not in the suit and Will Smith sense, in the Johnny cash sense. Black jeans and a black silk button up shirt with a black watch on (that, for those looking, is a ludicrously expensive Patek model). He's not too far off from the stage and looking out over the crowd as it starts to form and foam and foment in its energy. Is the Flux Capacitor legally allowed to have this many people here with LA fire codes? If the answer is no, he's probably the man responsible for making that go away. 
	That being said, he's checking his phone with a small rueful smile, shaking his head in amused disappointment at something and then slipping it away. Not too far off, and serving as a sort of unofficial 'roadie', Arthur (one must imagine Vinnie Jones in a Guy Ritchie film) is chatting with some of the stage hands in his cockney accent, cutting up some inappropriate jokes and clearly drinking a bit.

───<Bishop>───────────────
	Bishop had arrived early to the Flux capacitor.. after all if you were not early you were late! and this was not an event he was going to be late for! plus getting here early meant he could get a closer spot to the stage. Or so he had thought. He clearly had NOT come early enough for that, so was now middle of the pack on the floor as the slow flow of people continued to file into the Flux. He was a bit more put together than normal, and seemed genuinely excited to be here! His was looking all around, grinning like an excited teen and bopping with the music the DJ played, seemingly ready to fully make a fool of himself and not care in the slightest! Whenever a cheer broke out from the crowd, for any reason Angela and the band gave, he was right there with them, cheering along!

───<Bartok>───────────────
	Bartok has arrived.

───<Angela>───────────────
	It's the calm before the storm as the Flux Capacitor continues to slowly fill towards capacity on what has turned out to be a lovely Friday night in early April. The venue's vibe hasn't changed though, it still feels much like a club night as the resident DJ spins a mix of dark alternative music through the years, though the volume is noticeably lower than usual. From post punk and synth-wave to goth and industrial, the DJ, a blue haired kid barely old enough to drink, and with enough facial piercings to set off all the metal detectors at LAX, certainly hits all the classics as the crowd continues to grow and grow.

	Tonight is the much anticipated and quite overdue release convert for 'After the End' the latest album from Overdrive 243 fronted by none other than Angela Miller. After their Grammy nomination for Neurochrome a couple of years ago, it's been a long wait for many fans.

	The music being a little lower than usual means the chatter of conversation isn't totally drown out by it, moving throughout the crowd, and though there's bodies everywhere taking up space as they await the start of the concert, small pockets of dancing alt kids have popped up in various areas around what would usually be a packed dance floor on any regular night.

	On the stage there's a black curtain with a black banner and stylized OD243 logo hung from it, and behind the curtain the sounds of instruments being tested, the strum of a guitar, crash of symbols, and "Check check!" there's a pause "One... Two... On Two... Check..." as things get prepared behind the curtain.

───<Jack Scar>───────────────
	Jack Scar slinks in. He has a ticket, and arrives in the ordinary way. He's not wearing shoes and still managing to navigate a crowd of people in Doc Martens without getting his feet stomped on. He's wearing sunglasses in here, in spite of the low lighting. They're red semi-wrap ones, red plastic, with that cartoon race-car Lightning McQueen on temples.

───<Mark>───────────────
	 Mark seems uncomfortable with the crowd, perhaps a little distainful of it. It adds to his general aura of surly intimidation. Looking out over the gathered masses he leans over to whisper something to Arthur and then pat that man on the back, stepping away and making his way a bit further away from the side of the stage, perhaps closer to the wall. His eyes seem to be looking for something in particular in the crowd, but who knows what. As the sound check on the mikes happens and instruments start strumming the change in the air is palpable. "This is gonna turn into a riot and it's probably what they want." He mutters to no one in particular.

───<Bartok>───────────────
	 A mostly unassuming-looking guy lurches into the Flux Capacitor. Mostly unassuming in the sense that he is tall enough to be a starter on the Lakers. The expression on his gaunt, pallid face might give an onlooker the idea that he doesn't want to be here. That he hates this place. That he hates you. 

	 Yes, you. Especially you. 

	 The longer one looks, however, the clearer it becomes that his face just kind of looks like that. There's even a glint somewhere deep in his dead-looking stare suggesting that he might be something of a /connoisseur/. Certainly of this kind of music, if not Overdrive 243 in particular. 

───<Bishop>───────────────
	Bishop has been scanning the crowd between long looks at the curtain hiding the band. So it was his gaze fluttered over mark, standing off to the side of the stage. A flicker of recognition moved over Bishop's face and he grinned a moment before returning his attention to the stage as another 'check check' came out, "hah! i will bet money she never hired a techie for this and still did it all herself!" Someone bumped him from behind and he turned slightly , noticing for the first time the tall man who entered. Bishop blinked in confusion a few times thinking the man was scowling at him but.. no he was just scowling. Glad to not be on the receiving end of that look, he spied Jack scar and waved a hand. It was hard to talk over the crowd, but Bishop still pushed his way through the crowd toward Jack."Ahoy Captain! I didn't expect to see you here!"

───<Jack Scar>───────────────
	It's hard not to notice someone so tall and scowly. Or perhaps it's only Jack Scar who finds it hard, and it ought to be easier, he's short enough that he might mostly have a view of other people's shoulders. But still, he's looking Bartok's way and starting to grin when Bishop calls out to him. And so he turns his gold-checkered grin on the non-scowly and laughs brightly. He says, half-shouting to be heard over the crowd,"I am coming to music-shows when I can! Is best part of this damned town! How do you do, signore?!"

───<Mark>───────────────
	There are some familiar faces in the crowd, and though it is a large and ever-undulating press of humanity, he has sharp eyes and has been paying close attention. There's a raise of his hand in the direction of either Jack, Bartok, or Bishop. It's hard to tell since the three of them are so near each other. It's a greeting and recognition, though he doesn't seem keen at wandering out into the press of the crowd right now. 

	Not surprising at his age, if he winds up too close to the moshpit he could break a hip!

───<Bishop>───────────────
	Bishop breaks into a grin as he offers a hand to the man, as best he can with the jostling crowd. "Ah im doing well! and i have to admit i have not taken advantage of the shows the town has had for a while! but when i heard O234 was debuting their new album.. i mean i could not miss that!" he looks to the stage, a wave back toward Mark, if even the wave was aimed at him. "Im very curious in the direction they take this new album!" he looked around then, "Flying solo tonight? or did the other captain draw the short straw and have to stay with the ship"

───<Jack Scar>───────────────
	Jack Scar returns Bishop's handshake with his own bony hand, cool in spite of the crowd. He laughs, says, "Aye, she has been away a leel while. The band, I mean. No Izzy. Maybe she will come along in time, maybe no. Stormy is, ah, mostly looking after herself all right, or we'd be proper fucked, with only the two of us."

───<Angela>───────────────
	Finally after what seems like an eternity to the die hard fans in the crowd, the lights in the Flux slowly dim as pink and red hues creep up the walls and stage, pulsing in time with the sound of a building synth growing slowly in volume, it's almost like it's breathing, each exhale coming louder and louder and bringing with it a little more reverb before quieting or dimming in the case of the lights as they match the synth, only to build louder and brighter with each passing moment.

	The curtains aren't pulled apart, or brought up into the rafters, instead they just fall down into a pile of billowing black fabric as Miller and Overdrive 243 appear on stage, her voice joining the building synth.

	Cold light...
	Dead screen...
	No pulse on seventeen...

	After the opening verse, Angela leans away in time with the first sound of guitar and drums, then returns to point out over the crowd as a sampled dystopian sounding "Remain where you are." hisses almost robotically over the speakers, mixed with static.

	Many of those crammed to the front of the stage shout out in time with that voice, as if they've been waiting for this very moment, "REMAIN WHERE YOU ARE!" that elicits a big bright white smile from Miller, and an approving nod before she continues.

	Black tape...
	White noise...
	Static wired into the voice...

	"Miller bounces along as those closest to the stage get more and more excited, as they all jump, dance, and move to the music in their own way. She continuing to ad her powerful voice to what is the first live performance of 'Uplink: Zero', the first track on After the End.

	Uplink zero...
	UPLINK ZERO!
	Nothing alive on the other side!

	 The last line is certainly Angela's voice, but made to echo the earlier sample of "Remain Where You Are" sounding more more robotic and dystopian, with the high energy crowd shouting it in time with her "NOTHING ALIVE ON THE OTHER SIDE!" as the song goes from slow building introduction to high energy dark electro quickly, and if anyone was going to nod off waiting for this show, they're awake now!

───<Fen>───────────────
 	On lead guitar is Cherry, of course. It says Cherry in the press materials, says Cherry in the marketing, on the socials. She responds to Cherry during gigs. Cherry is Overdrive 243's current lead guitarist. This is known. That 'Cherry' is an alias Fen uses when she plays Rock Star, while wearing masks or googles or big sunglasses to vaguely hide her identity and half-blindness? Well, that's a poorly-kept open secret. The local scene knows. The hardcore fans know. There's even fictional fan-lore around Cherry. Playful theories, like how Angela had rescued the youthful-seeming masked guitarist from a religious cult. Are they true? Absolutely not. It doesn't help that she's never been a reliable interview, seeming to treat the whole thing as one big inside joke. It's part of Cherry's charm, that she's playing this character. Kind of. Maybe. Or not.

	Fen-as-Cherry is a reliable and now-experienced concert musician, bouncing around stage with her pink hair pulled up into messy twin buns, wearing LED-powered welder's goggles, white tank-top with GIRLS ROCK in black block capitals, fishnet sleeves, stud-belted black leather pants and boots, she radiates that live stage charisma she's become known for. She stands on monitors (though arguably she does this to be better seen, as she is pretty short) grins at the crowd, plays off the other musicans, throws hand gestures, all the while easily shredding like a motherfucker. She could almost be in the wrong band, driving through OD243's heavy riffs and heavy themes like this is the most fun anyone could possibly be having. The crowd loves Angela and is here for her, first and foremost. But few crowds fail to be charmed by little Cherry's playing and on-stage joie de vivre.

───<Mark>───────────────
	Mark is realizing, as the curtain comes down and the crowd goes wild and the need ot have some sort of supernatural hearing filter shoots way up, that he's never actually met any of Angela's other band members. Oh, he knows they exist, in a sort of peripheral way. Some of them might even know he exists in an even more peripheral way. But the fact there's a whole BAND on stage, including Cherry shredding guitar, seems to catch him mildly by amused surprise. He certainly doesn't know the lyrics, but as the crowd starts bouncing and throwing their youthful passion into the music, he sets his stance a little wider, prepared to gently shove off anyone who needs shoving off - though he's positioned himself to hopefully minimize that.

───<Bishop>───────────────
	Bishop breaks into a laugh as Jack tells him about Izzy and the ship. "Oh come now! you both seemed to handle that thing just fine the pair of you when..." his voice was cut off as the light began to dim and the curtain plummets. He turns, eyes snapping to the stage as the voice they all had come to hear began to reverberate through the club . He was quick to throw his fist up to the music, his own voice joining in the wild and frantic cheering as the song began to play. "REMAIN WHERE YOU ARE!" he wasn't a very good singer, but he also was not awful. he was loud though, but his voice was swallowed up by the crowd, joining the cacophony of voices that echoed Angela's lyrics. She commanded the room, the crowd and bishop simply waiting for their cue. When Cherry jumped onto the monitor Bishop beamed, nudging Jack and pointing to the small figure shredding on the guitar. "NOTHING ALIVE ON THE OTHER SIDE!!!" The energy was infectious, and Bishop was clearly letting it wash all over him. To anyone nearby he simply shouted out, "Was worth the wait!!"

───<Jack Scar>───────────────
	Jack Scar breaks into bright laughter when Bishop cuts himself off, and turns to watch the show, bouncing and craning his neck, happily carried along in the mood and the music and the crowd.
  
───<Bishop>───────────────
	Bishop throws up a pair of devil horns, mirroring the crowd's energy as he sings along as best he can. he does wonder how long before someone from the crowd made a break for the stage, but for now the music was enough to keep the crowd entranced! "Izzy doesn't know what she is missing!" there was a moment when the figure of Mark drew his gaze once more and bishop suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for anyone who DID try and make it onto the stage

───<Mark>───────────────
	 Mark decides to make his way off the wall and through the crowd. Somewhere towards the middle of the crowd nearer the bar. He steps out and moves past a few people dancing, a few people jumping. He nearly gets knocked into once or twice. But he's pretty decent at watching carefully and timing his moves right to avoid any collisions. Making his way, of course, towards the people he recognizes, primarily Jack and secondarily Bishop - Bartok coincidentally near them.

───<Angela>───────────────
	The first couple of songs take off like a rocket, bringing the crowd quickly up to a fevered pitch, and keeping that high intensity throughout them both, but finally the second high energy song 'Dead Air' comes to a close and Miller steps one of her tall black shit kicking boots onto a speaker and leans forward, microphone detached from the stand to speak into it as she looks over the crowd.

	"Holy shit! You guys are fucking craaaazy!" she says to loud cheering, pointing out a couple of people in particular and offering them a large grin.

	"I was worried you might have forgotten us... " there's a mix of loud shouting from the crowd, variations on 'NO WAY!' and 'We Love you Angela!' she continues, "It's been a minute... thanks for being here, thanks for waiting, and we're excited to be back."

	"We're gonna bring it down for a second..." there's a wink and a playful smile from the pink haired star as she steps away from the speaker and the drums start, guitars joining soon after.

	The streets don't feel the same...
	Even the neon looks older...
	Conversations turned to memories...
	Before I can even hold onto them...

	And I'm still running
	Still running
	Like standing still would change me

	And I'm still running
	Still running
	Like holding on would change me

	Her voice powerful, filled with emotion, not quite sad, but almost, taking time with the words, making sure to connect with different people in the crowd as the band plays 'Still Running' followed by 'Signal Drift' a couple of songs that aren't quite ballads, but more smooth synth heavy EBM songs that focus on Angela's voice to carry them to the end.

───<Bishop>───────────────
	Bishop is a man in his 30s.. but right now he might as well be acting like a star struck 20 year old. When Angela talks to the crowd he right there, screaming loudly with everyone as they all echoed how they would NEVER FORGET! Perhaps something in his head reminded him that he was certainly among the older in the crowd so he broke into a laugh and looked to Jack. "The energy is wild isn't it! you would never know it had been so long since their last release!" He spied Mark then, the imposing presence of the man almost felt before seen. Still, bishop waved the man to join, and then resumed cheering as Angela spoke to the crowd again. When the music shifted, the tonal change becoming more somber, carried by the power in Angela's voice Bishop looked to those around him, beginning to gush in a way that fans sometimes do. "Honestly Angela's range is WILD! its hard to belt like she does and have a precise enough voice to do songs like this!!"

───<Jack Scar>───────────────
	Jack Scar waves one skinny arm in the air, possibly at Mark, possibly just in inarticulate enthusiasm.

───<Fen>───────────────
 	... And Cherry (who is really Fen) won't try to top that pose except to say that as Overdrive's lead guitar she is absolutely doing her part to keep the energy up, even when the sound leans heavy EDM and her guitar skills are in the forefront, she's still moving around to the music and engaging with the crowd. The front few rows get to feel part of Cherry's enthusiasm. She resists the urge to stagedive, however. She might not get back on her feet in time for her to start ramping up again.

───<Pris>───────────────
	As Angela sings the end of Still Running, Pris arrives, her attention on the stage and following every heart-felt word. She blends in well --- cultivating a jarring punk style from wealth and composure --- the professional level of makeup, hair, and clothing so on point it seems likely she outsourced the preparation for this evening. Wearing a rose-studded leather vest over a long-sleeved mesh shirt, tiered spiked neckwear, and even the appearance of full tattooed sleeves on each arm. Her lips were made to curl, but her gaze is gentle. She walks through the crowd, alternating between watching Angela on stage and scanning the audience. ( https://imgur.com/ZOKosDT )

───<Angela>───────────────
	Angela takes a moment as one of the songs is moving into a very very slow building intro to move around to each bandmate, "And now for some people that need no introduction... Eric Mercer here on Keyboards." she stands near Eric as he does a brief solo on the keys before moving on to the bassist, "Steven Hayes on Bass" a small solo follows, strumming a fiew cords, "Adrian Reed on drums." the symbols crash and bang as Adrian bangs out an aggressive solo as Angela points at him, "And who could forget... Cherry!" Angela goes back to back with Cherry, air guitaring as the diminutive lead guitarist plays before she returns to the front center of the stage, "And I'm Angela Miller..." she smiles and waves out to the crowd as Crucible begins to play, something a big more metal than electro, leaning heavily into Cherry's guitar and more vicious vocals from Miller.

───<Mark>───────────────
	"Jack! Bishop!" Mark shouts out over the crowd as he arrives closer to their knot of activity. He glances at Bartok for a moment, with a 'where have I seen this guy before' expression of his curiosity before nodding his head. Luckily, a quieter song or two makes conversation a little easier. "How're you...." He's about to start a sentence but halfway through he spies with his little eyes Pris making her way through the crowd, the blonde in the mesh somehow catching his attention almost immediately like a sixth sense, a warm gaze through the crowd and a raise of his arm.

───<Bartok>───────────────
	 If the guy(Bartok) notices Mark's wave, Jack's wave, or anyone else's, it's hard to say. Especially once the lights drop and the music gets turned up. Way up. It's honestly hard to tell who is waving at who, if anyone, out here with all the arms in the air. Every burst of light cuts the crowd into fragments: hands, teeth, wet hair, black sleeves, faces gone blank with noise, faces scrunched in a kind of blssful rage, chains, spikes, metal, and smeared eyeliner. 

	 One can just about make out his silhouette in the crowd when the stage lights strobe over the tightly packed bodies, if only because of how tall he is. He's not so much dancing as moving with the crowd, banging his head hard enough that his hood comes down. The motion in the crowd has the rhythm of machinery rather than celebration, bodies jolting and locking and releasing in time with the percussion, Cherry's driving guitar, and the snarling vocals of Crucible. For a moment his gaunt face flashes pale under the lights, then vanishes again into smoke and shadow. 

───<Bishop>───────────────
	Bishop is able to hear Mark's greeting as the man carefully chose the time to speak, and so he turns, a look of excitement and a massive smile on his face. "mark! glad you could make it! i guess you found Angela huh!" he broke into a laugh and was about to say something when he noticed Mark looking through the crowd at .. something? someone? he wasn't sure, as seeing through the press of people was fairly hard unless you were at just the right angle. Just as well, Angela's introduction of the band brought rounds of cheering and shouting of each member's name, an activity Bishop was eager to join in! When the song began again, he looked back to Mark and Jack, Bartok once again flashing into his vision and snagging his attention for a moment before vanishing again.

───<Jack Scar>───────────────
	Jack Scar seems to have decided that the thing to do about being short in this thick crowd is to jump with the music. His solution to the fact that everybody else has the same idea is to attempt to put his hands on Bishop's shoulders for that bit of extra lift. He's terribly underweight. He grins. The 'Cars' sunglasses bounce a bit on his face, but stay in place.

───<Pris>───────────────
	Pris catches Mark's wave and pauses in the crowd, smiling to him over the raucous venue, the light cuts, and the aforementioned fragments of corpus. She adjusts her orientation, and makes her way over to him, giving the small gathering --- Mark, Jack, and Bishop --- a warm greeting. "Evening." It's loud enough to be heard, maybe... the smile is universal at least, and while she cheers for the other members of the band --- she doesn't seem to recognize or see Bartok, perhaps --- she leans up and says something quietly to Mark, smiling at the jumping Jack, before settling her attention on Bishop. To whom she offers a slight, incline of her head, which comes across somewhat regal, despite her punk-rock apparel.

───<Mark>───────────────
	Mark nods his head to Bishop, a wry sardonic grin crossing his face, "Yes, I did find her." And then Pris is arriving in the chaos and strobes of the crowd. He leans in to the punk-rock blonde, leaning his head down. His hand reaches to very gently touch her arm, fingers lingering on the curve of it just above her elbow as he nods his head and whispers something back - leaning very close so the sound can carry into her ear. His smile to the woman is warm and he leans back up to look to the others, "This is Bishop, and you know Jack of course." Even in a concert, one must be polite about introducing people to each other. His hand lingers a moment on the arm of the regal Pris, though falls away immediately and without apparent reaction as she may move.

───<Mark>───────────────
	Mark addendums, "This is Pris Albret."

───<Bishop>───────────────
	Bishop was not expecting to hear a polite introduction in the middle of the rock concert. So when a voice says 'Evening' from behind he spins and looks to the woman. His face is a bright smile, features a bit flushed from all the bouncing and excitement. His hand comes up in an energetic wave as he beams at the woman Mark seems to know. "hi! How amazing is the music!! Im bishop!" maybe he was slightly deaf cause of the noise or maybe he was speaking louder to be heard, but there was a clear excitement in his voice. he grinned to Jack then as the man used his shoulder for another jump, "Shall i describe it you? or would you like me to get you a box!" he broke into a laugh, leaning slightly so the man could get a better brace on shoulder and grinned to Mark and Pris. "Its nice to meet you Pris!"

───<Bartok>───────────────
	 In all fairness, Bartok is only vaguely recognizable(IYKYK). There are certain distinctive features, of course. The height, the aura(the general kind unless you're special), the style, the Crocs(if you can even see them). 

	 Right now, though, he's just another rivethead in the crowd, shifting between lurching, thrashing, and giving leery looks to anyone who seems too much like a "normie" edging too close to his bubble of personal space.

	 The strobing lights reduce everyone to the same hard vocabulary of black fabric, pale flashes of skin, and metal hardware catching quick sparks of white. Even his height does less to distinguish him here than it should, swallowed up by the density of the crowd and the punitive churn of bodies around the stage. 

───<Jack Scar>───────────────
	Jack Scar shamelessly climbs up Bishop. He's good at that sort of thing, and barefoot, and surely less than a hundred pounds, so it's not even very uncomfortable. The little man laughs, looking to the stage and over the crowd.

───<Pris>───────────────
	Pris tilts her head up, meeting Bishop's grin with measured pleasantness and a kind of warmth that threatens to breach her quiet composure (but never seems to). "I love this place, the music is incredible, the crowd is -quite- invigorating. All leather and metal, illuminated like a glorious night sky."

───<Mark>───────────────
	Mark seems to consider for a moment how to add to Pris' rather poetic enjoyment of the crowd. Chewing on his thoughts as to whether to encourage, play the cynic.... he settles on something more simple - truth, "It's hard not to feel the power of a crowd, easy to admire the way things like this turn a crowd of individuals into a community." He settles for practical admiration rather than poetic. Though not without a warm smile to Pris, "Though you always seem to say things better than I do." He glances, as Jack starts to clamber Bishop like a jungle gym, watching this progression with the wary distrust of the elderly.


───<Angela>───────────────
	The show is getting closer and closer to the end, with Overdrive having gone through pretty much every song on their latest album, but there's a break here and Angela sips from a bottle of water off to the side, then the synth is leaned on .. accidentally.. on purpose and there's a low rumble of distorted keyboard as the lights of the stage flicker to match.

	"Hey.. wait.. what was that?" Angela says into the microphone as she approaches her bandmade, there's a stirring in the crowd as some super fans start to freak-the-fuck-out. "Hit it again..." Angela standing beside him, there's once again the low rumble of distorted keyboards, the lights again flickering to match.

	The pink haired beauty raises an eyebrow as her bandmate moves his hand, the sound starting to rise up, an unearthly cacophony of beautiful noise that starts to take shape, forming itself somehow into music before peoples very ears, and for the first time tonight Miller picks up a guitar to join Overdrive's lead guitarist Cherry, so there's a LOT of guitar in this song.

	Angela moves back and deposits the mic in its stand and begins play and sing 'Skeletal Remains' the only song tonight not off the album, and Overdrives first mega-hit from the album of the same name.

	Black lipstick on a cracked mirror
	Smoke hanging over the dancefloor lights
	Old scars under leather jackets
	Nobody here survived clean

	Skeletal remains
	Skeletal remains
	Still dancing!

	Skeletal remains
	Skeletal remains
	Still dancing!

	The song somehow brings even more energy to the crowd, and though little mosh pits have broken out during the night, they're fairly tame... this one... is not, and it grows quite large until the final lyrics are sang and Overdrive moves on to a couple more songs from their new album.

───<Bishop>───────────────
	Bishop gives an enthusiastic nod to the description Pris gives! he was about to speak when Jack started climbing up onto him. He stumbled a moment, not quiet expecting the man to suddenly be using him as a mast. "Wait wha.." The lightness of the man however seemed to catch Bishop off-guard and he ended up sighing and simply grinning instead . He struggled up to his full height again as jack perched on him, able to now see clearly over the crowd. His voice was a bit strained as he answered pris, "Yeah! thats a very eloquent way to put it! The energy of so many people like this is unmatched! Music always has a way of bringing people into a single group! everyone aligned!" he offered a small grin, "Though this was not on my list of expectations for the night.." he laughed, looking to jack and then to Angela as the band broke into the classic mega-hit. "Speaking of unexpected!!!!"

───<Jack Scar>───────────────
	"Ah, darling, how do you do!" Jack shouts down to Pris. From his new elevated perch he does wave to Bartok, most definitely, though between wide grin and cheap plastic sunglasses it's impossible to tell if he expects any response and his attention shifts back to the stage.

───<Fen>───────────────
	Cherry seems delighted now that Angela has picked up her guitar, like she has a new friend to play with. Hi guitar friend! It's teamwork on this stage, not a competition, Fen-as-Cherry giving the famous lead singer space to show off her chops, filling in as support and occasionally trading lines with the bassist, to emphasis Miller's sound.

───<Pris>───────────────
	"Ooh." Pris looks to the stage for Skeletal Remains, watching Angela and Cherry, as their guitars scream-sing together. Her quiet demeanour demands composure but allows for intense focus, so as the music washes over her, she looks up to her wary, distrustful friend (Mark), sharing a quiet moment. There is no chance in hell she hasn't noticed Jack climbing Bishop, but in the grander sense, it seems to fit the venue and the vibe, and so when Jack greets her she looks up to him and gives him a quiet wink.

───<Mark>───────────────
	Once it becomes clear that Jack is not going to fall down, and Bishop isn't going to crumble under the pressure, Mark relaxes a little bit. He looks at Pris, making direct eye contact with her and a soft smile. Then he laughs. Who knows what he's laughing at, but it's an easy and natural sound as if suddenly struck by something and giving into the urge to let his emotion flow freely. He takes a step closer to Pris and leans in to whisper something again. But his eyes flow back to the stage, listening to the guitar duo and as if amused at his own blindspot says, "I've never met the other band members, the guitarist is good!"

───<Bartok>───────────────
	 Jack climbing up to perch on Bishop's shoulders makes them both collectively /almost/ as tall as Robbie, though he's so in the zone it's hard to tell if he notices. The classic track begets heavier thrashing, which only stops when someone else in the crowd tugs on the decorative straps of his outfit to get his attention. 

	 He turns on them, a glare set into his face like he might destroy whoever disturbed his /vibe/. Instead, he just stares down at the disturbance: a tiny woman with a Rubenesque figure about to burst from her latex bodice. After a brief exchange of confused looks and gestures, Robbie gives her a dour nod. 

	 Bartok looms down, disappearing for a moment before reappearing a moment later. He hoists the woman up as easily as if she were a piece of paper, then passes her off into the waiting arms of the crowd. The nearest hands catch her in pieces at first, shoulders and hips and boots, before the mass remembers itself and lifts her properly into the rolling current. She vanishes over the audience in a ripple of black sleeves and silver rings, carried toward the stage beneath the strobes like an offering to the music. 

───<Bishop>───────────────
	Bishop looks to mark and nods eagerly, shaking jack a slightly on his perch, "I did some reading up before coming! her stage name is cherry and i swear there are like 50 different stories for how she and Angela met! i dont know fi she curates the backstory of them at all or not but the fans certainly love to speculate! My favorite one was that she was so short because she bargained away her growth at a young age for guitar skills!" A cheer from the crowd brought his gaze back to the stage and he cheered before looking back to Pris and Mark, "This your first convert of theirs!?"

───<Jack Scar>───────────────
	Jack Scar sways on his perch, used to rougher seas than Bishop. He carries on beaming and waving his arms in the air.

───<Angela>───────────────
	Angela returning to lean a foot on another speaker, well into the show, the mash of bodies out in front of her, hands in the air, still screaming and shouting, a mix of 'We love you' and 'More more!' from various people.

	"Alright..." Angela takes a deep breath, "Usually this is where we'd go take a little break and wait to see how loud you can get... but..." she holds the mic out to the crowd and they scream and shout and stamp their feet, the club practically vibrating as she holds it there for a few more seconds before returning it to her lips.

	"That's what I thought... so this is our last song of the evening, make sure you leave it all on the dance floor" and with that and her still leaning on the speaker 'After the End' begins to rise from the drums, guitar, bass, and synth of her bandmates, it builds quickly, Miller nodding her head to the music before moving the mic back to her lips.

	The club lights flicker over tired faces
	Nobody here believes in forever anymore
	Drinks sweating onto broken tables
	Last song echoing through blown speakers

	We kept talking louder than the silence
	Laughing like the future couldn't hear us
	Every night felt temporary
	Every night felt like the last one we'd own

	After the end
	After the end
	We were still singing when the lights went out

	After the end
	After the end
	Sing it louder
	Drown out the static

	It seems like the crowd has been shouting out parts of songs all night, but 'AFTER THE END AFTER THE END! SING IT LOUDER! DROWN OUT THE STATIC!' is the loudest anyone has heard it all night, and it's no wonder this song is a huge hit already. It continues on like this, with Miller's powerful voice carrying it, and what at first might have been half the people singing it back, gets more people added to it every time.

	And finally all of the instruments stop, with Angela standing there and in unison just her voice and the crowd "Drown out the static." is uttered.

	"Thank you!" she smiles, lifts a hand, and all the stage lights go out for a moment, and when they come back on Overdrive 243 is gone.

───<Pris>───────────────
	Pris smiles to Mark, then replies to Bishop. "It is indeed my first Overdrive concert. I can't speak for Mr. Steele, though I'm inclined to assume, based on the conservative length of his hair, that this is at most his second time." Even if she's wrong, she said what she came to say. "Seems the concert is coming to an end." Not the type to leave anything on the dance floor, she is none-the-less captivated by the song, and listens to the end --- joining in the crowd cheering as Angela, Cherry, and the others disappear from the stage.

───<Bishop>───────────────
	Bishop was already fully invested in the performance. It does not take much to stoke the already burning energy of the man, getting him to belt out the lyrics of the song. "After the end!!!" he was all in, hi fist raised carefully so as to not dislodge Jack but also surrendering to the music and energy of the crowd. There were only so many moments like this, and he was going to savor it. He looked to pris then as she spoke, "Same! well i mean same as in the first concert!" She was right though, the concert was ending, and there was a bittersweet tone to the air as he chanted along with the crowd. "DROWN OUT THE STATIC!!!" Then the lights went out.. the band was simply gone.

───<Bartok>───────────────
	 Robbie keeps thrashing through the encore song. A few more try to get his attention, hoping he'll hoist them up onto the crowd, but he doesn't pay them any mind. By then, the room has tipped fully into exhaustion and noise, bodies moving on leftover momentum while the track grinds itself toward collapse. Robbie seems locked into it all the same, head down, shoulders hunched. 

	 When the lights go out and Overdrive disappears like mysterious banshees vanishing with the morning fog, Robbie has already waded out of the thick of the crowd and lurched toward the corners of the room. He has a BlackBerry clutched in one of his bony hands, glaring down at it as if the little screen has personally offended him. The sudden dimness makes him look even more cadaverous, all long limbs and bad posture cut against the afterglow of the stage even with his hood pulled back up. Around him, the crowd breaks into scattered chatter, ringing ears, and the aimless post-show drift of people trying to remember where they left their friends, wallets, and car keys. 

───<Mark>───────────────
	 "It's my first Overdrive concert." Mark agrees with Pris and answers Bishop's question. As to the conservative length of his hair, he offers dryly, "I was quite the heavy metal enthusiast in the day. My friend Mr. Osborn introduced me to the genre of course. I told him he needed to go heavier on the guitar and scream a little more and... there it was." It is difficult to tell if he's joking or not. On purpose. He's a deadpan guy with a heck of a poker face, his little smile not changing through the whole story. He too, doesn't seem like a thrash and dance type, but is content to linger at Pris' side with an obvious and companionable warmth. 

	The secret to avoiding a crowd and traffic jam at the exits is of course, always to remain where you are until it clears, and so he puts his hands behind his back (after checking his watch) and turns to the blonde to give her a wink.

───<Jack Scar>───────────────
	Jack Scar cheers the band out. The little man is a leather-lunged marvel of loud when he wants to be. He doesn't keep it up long, fortunately. The band is gone, and no doubt they heard him. He stays on his Bishop-perch for the time being, while countless sets of punk fashion stomping boots find their way towards the doors.

───<Bishop>───────────────
	Bishop blinked at mark a moment, "Wait Osborn? You dont mean the Prince of Darkness do you!" he looked up at jack and then pointed to mark and broke into a laugh, "Are you saying we have you to thank for Ozzie's later works!? You are a miracle worker sir!" he beamed, moving slightly to let people slip by him. "I cant imagine just being able to casually drop a name like that!" he looked at mark, clearly impressed and not trying to hide it!

───<Jack Scar>───────────────
	Jack Scar shakes his head, addled, and slides lightly down off poor Bishop's shoulders now that the crowd has cleared some. "Screaming?" he asks, plastic sunglasses aimed at Mark now.

───<Bishop>───────────────
	Bishop looks to jack as the man gets down, "Well.. that was a hell of a concert Captain! i hope you were able to get a good view!" he laughed merrily, "next time we go to one of these, maybe i'll perch on your shoulders!"

───<Jack Scar>───────────────
	Jack Scar grins up at Bishop, laughs, and replies too loudly, "Okay! You want a ride home?"

───<Bishop>───────────────
	Bishop laughs merrily, "naw.. i got an uber waiting! thank you though!" he looks to the stage and gives a half salute, "Hell of a performance to you all.. cant wait till the next one."

───<Bartok>───────────────
	 The totally normal-looking guy(Robbie Bartok) occasionally peers up from the screen of his archaic device. Whatever he is reading, it does not appear to improve his mood. Then again, his face does seem to be just stuck like... that. He doesn't look so much as glare around the room, though now and then that glare edges toward something a little more... hungry. The light from the BlackBerry catches low in his green-gray eyes, making them seem flatter rather than brighter.

	 But who isn't hungry after a show like that? 

	 A few things might stand out before he pulls his hood back up. Most people in the crowd, especially up where he had been standing, are drenched with sweat. But he is bone dry. The mane of dirt-brown hair covering half his face doesn't have a drop of saline to speak of. Nor do his clothes. He doesn't appear to have been wearing earbuds for the concert, either, which are normally recommended if someone doesn't want to go deaf. 

	 He does, however, have a pair of very nice-looking headphones hanging around his neck where most people in this crowd might have been wearing a spiked collar. A battered KMFDM tee is barely recognizable through his distressed hoodie. The headphones look expensive enough to be either an affectation or a threat, pristine in a way nothing else about him is. The shirt underneath has the faded, punished look of something that has survived too many clubs, too many basements, and possibly too many decades.