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When our fans start screaming

Who: OTA
What: A Concert for the Agrii
Where: the Agrii Ship
When: Early Month
Warnings: TBD

Hit the lights
Hit the lights
Hit the lights

In the end the collection of talent Eddie had lured into performing felt a little more like a talent show than a concert without a cohesive sound tying them all together. Tony had helped them out with am impressive sound set up, and Eddie had made up a few more Hellfire MK II shirts that he'd altered to have enough arm holes for the Agrii who showed up to watch. There wasn't a real stage, but they'd cleared out a section for the performers, and had a collection of instruments that people were willing to share or that had be replicated for the occasion.

There were repeated invitations for people who hadn't opted in at first to come and join in, and few hiccups as Agrii learned what was expected during a concert. Maybe they might need a helping hand from the He-Rows?

Come, join in! Dance! Heckle the performers! Whatever your vibe. Maybe you're just there for the food. Or maybe you were dragged along against your will, or simply wandering into all this without meaning to.

[OOC: Treat as a mingle. Describe your act! Watch the show! Chat in the crowd! Make requests! Heckle! Make it your own. Start a mosh pit and teach the Agrii how to dance!]

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While Eddie played a few of his favourites, and at least one of his originals, he also played a few songs he knew Steve and his friends might appreciate a little more, including Steve's much requested- Tears for Fears, and his own rendition of Running up that Hill for Max. Much like his table top speeches back home, Eddie was maybe surprisingly engaging. He was good at this, confident and in the zone.

When he wasn't playing or singing, he hopped down and offered encouragement to the other performers, dancing and seeking out Steve and other familiar faces.

A task was helpful, and one where nothing even exploded accidentally, only mostly intentionally, and no one had to know about that. When Tony first appeared in the hall, on his own and laden with cabling, he had been short and snappish with the Agrii that were present and curious about his process, until some of them could be recruited, and it became clear that Eddie might actually be impressed with what he had arranged. He was much more visibly relaxed by the time he had appointed an Agrii to stand at his control panel and pretend to understand while Tony went through checks, standing at a microphone and joking about the alien's help and singular proficiency. The Agrii's enthusiasm didn't waver throughout, even when Tony grew more tense again as the event started, and more people began to arrive.

He was confident then later, though he kept flexing his hands and he didn't have an encouraging smile for Eddie when he approached to again cajole him into what they had discussed, when he said, "If we give the gas a little tap, transition straight from Sedated to Blitzkrieg Bop, I bet you we can get these guys doing the chant." It was almost euphoric to be right then, when he saw the aliens trying very hard to call "Hey, ho!" back at him, very much on their own rhythm and making it very difficult to hear Eddie improvise his way through a half-remembered song.

By the time he had them in a frenzy, he could feel the sweat clinging to his back, and had the sleeves of his shirt and jacket pushed up to his elbows, and unbuttoned almost to his chest. He scrubbed a hand through Eddie's hair to whisper in his ear, "You trust me with your girl?," because they couldn't play these easygoing classics all night, not when the Agrii had so much energy. When Eddie agreed to a trade, Tony only gave him a few chords, plucked quickly for some context for Eddie to figure out a bassline, and enough to get some of the closer aliens hopping excitedly again. Incongruously, as he took the lead, his voice into the microphone was an inviting purr as he murmured, "York, kiddo, this one's for you, very personal song, got me through some hard times." It took a little time for Anti-flag's Daddy Was A Rich Man to get up to speed, and by then Eddie could definitely add a verse or two.

The experience didn't make Tony any less frustrated, but it did at least let him put the energy somewhere. Eddie had more of that energy in him to show off to his friends, so for now Tony was returning Eddie's guitar to him with a deep bow like a knight offering his sword.

It was exactly the energy Eddie hoped for and thrived on. Tony had been ensuring his future music education since the early days, and the mix of old and new was a thrilling challenge. It was the sort of fun and comradery he couldn't quite capture outside of a band, panting, dripping with sweat and some how both exhausted and exhilarated at the same time.

It's enough for him to surrender his Sweetheart, trusting Tony to do right by her, and fuck yeah he does! Taking her back, as they take a break, Eddie laughed and hopped on the spot a few times to let out some of that energy before pulling Tony into a side hug.

"That was so good!"

The hug startled Tony, but Eddie's enthusiasm was transmittable and Tony had to drape an arm around his shoulders to scrub a hand through his hair, making it stick up with even more chaos than throwing his head around had produced. "You're a real rockstar, your highness," he agreed with a grin. "Well, almost. You've got to learn to be cool in front of the babes." He said this out of the side of his mouth, with a tip of his head toward the vibrating Agrii, like they were eager groupies. They were looking kind of weird after that performance, and some had started wrapping several arms around each other, like they could mimic Eddie's impulsive hug as well.

Eddie was a touchy guy, at least with people he liked. Tony earned a playful shove and a laugh. "We both are," he amended, though he wasn't really sure Tony needed the assurance.

He looked out over the crowd and snickered softly at the encouragement, flashing the Agrii the devil horns for them to to try and wrap their heads around instead. Much more metal. "You think they have any idea what we're doing?" Either way, he appreciated the spirit they were showing. If concerts or even music were new to them, the Agrii seemed to embrace it quite enthusiastically.

As far as Tony could tell, they barely understood how to control their own limbs, making him narrow his eyes skeptically as several Agrii raised their hands in what was supposed to be a mirror of Eddie's gesture for all of their enthusiasm, but involved a lot of waving. He shot Eddie a sidelong look to ask if he really needed an answer to his question, then tossed his head to signal that he was stepping back, where he could retreat into the dark and recharge. The Agrii seemed to understand the gesture Tony gave them just as well, his farewell to their attentive support a quick peace sign and wave, which they returned in their own, entirely uncoordinated way.

"We had a party, kind of like this, last time we were on board. Their perception of music is...You've heard it, they haven't exactly worked out the details," Tony said as he went. Maybe he didn't need to tell Eddie that their asonorous attempts at the concept suggested to Tony that their tastes might line up pretty well with some chaotic thrashing. The results did speak for themselves.

Link had agreed easily enough to be part of the show. Eddie needed people to play, and Link had his old ocarina now. So, why not?

Except now it was Link's turn. And he's gone to stand in the middle of the makeshift stage, looked out at all of the people, and...

There's so many people.

They're...they're all looking. At him.

...Oh no.

So for a moment he just...stands there. Eyes widened, just a little. But...he can't let Eddie down. He promised. He has to play something. So he turns his face to one side, closes his eyes, and pretends that the audience isn't there as he starts to play a song he's heard many times before at Stables across Hyrule.

And then, when it's over, he will mumble a brief "Bye" before quickly dashing off the stage to hide in the audience.

He knows one song and he knows it very, very well. Richie starts his set with a tight ten of jokes, mostly just shit he's observed over the eternity he's been here.

"So I think, actually, the Agrii aren't looking for people to help out their planet. No. Sorry to break it to you all, but they're really just trying to make the universe's biggest gay bar. Like, seriously! Have you seen the amount of queer people on this hunk of rock? You maybe might say 'Oh, it's population control. They don't want us having babies'. Then why have we had like four?! Consistency, Agrii! Babies or no babies, gotta make the call. But uh. Make sure the call isn't for us all to eat some berry and magically start popping out infants. Hard pass on that."

God, if he gave them an idea, he was gonna jump out of an airlock. At least he was probably old enough to be in gay menopause if that happened? No fucking way.

"But, yeah. With few exceptions this is like gay utopia. I have to ask all my straight allies out there... Are you all okay? Are we supporting you? Shine with pride, you lovely people. Live your truth. And maybe, one day, the Agrii will supply you with a better dating pool than you maybe have at the moment. Be inclusive, Agrii! Even peanut butter sometimes needs jelly, right? Diversity! The spice of life!" He sighs. "But given how ninety percent of everything you have is peanut butter...we might need to work on that idea."

Eddie lent Richie his acoustic guitar and he went to go grab it and swing it over his shoulder. "Alright. That's all I got. Once upon a time, I was a professional comedian too scared to write my jokes about being gay. Now you just got my exclusive tight five on nothing but gay shit. You're welcome! Constructive criticism is always accepted...at whichever garbage can is closest to you.

"Anyway, here's Wonderwall."

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When our fans start screaming

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