[ACT 2] Lt Cmdr Wil Ukinix - Back In Black
Wil Ukinix
((Back Stage party, Conference Room E-9, Donova IV Convention Centre – several hours before Battle of the bands competition competition))
Standing alone against a wall in his black suit with matching fedora hat and sunglasses, Wil had his nose virtually buried in his PADD.
He was reviewing all the band’s sound settings and the holoprogram that would accompany them to supplement their performance and get the crowd going.
He wanted to make sure everything was right for his musical crewmates.
Wil’s job during their performance was to handle the audio engineering in the large booth that faced the stage during the band’s performance.
Something he was nervous about.
Navarro/Vanlith: Response
After a few seconds Wil eventually looked up from his PADD at Char and Callie.
Ukinix: Hmm?
Navarro/Vanlith: Response
Ukinix: I’ll be there in a tick, ::looking back at PADD:: I’m just reviewing the configuration for the sound system.
Navarro/Vanlith: Response
Ukinix: I just want to make sure everything’s - ::Interrupting himself.:: - you know what, you’re right.
::Smiling, gesturing:: Lead the way.
As he followed Callie and Charlena into the crowd of talking people (and grabbing a glass of red wine from one of the drink waiters on the way) he briefly noticed that Antero, Ikaia and Hannibal were talking to a bearded man.
He wondered if that was the famous “George” that everyone was talking about.
On their way to mingle the trio were interrupted by a very tall and skinny human male, dressed in all black and wearing black eyeliner and lipstick.
His very long black hair fell to one side, revealing his shaved undercut.
Anakolsson: ::To Wil:: Hey man. Like your get-up.
::Sniff::
Behind his glasses Wil looked down at his black suit, white shirt and black tie.
He placed his hand on his chest, before looking back up at the tall man.
He sensed he was being genuine.
Ukinix: Uh, thanks! I like yours too.
Very, um, dark?
Navarro/Vanlith: Response
Anakolsson: I’m Sigeric Anakolsson, man.
Guitarist for the Novian Skull Blowers.
::Sniff::
(OOC: Anakolsson is an NPC, anyone is free to add dialogue for him!)
Ukinix: Oh yeah! Hey, I listened to one of your songs yesterday, “Dark Ends.” It was intense.
What kind of genre is it?
To Wil the lead singer sounded like he was in perfectly melodic pain, and it was hard to understand the lyrics.
It sounded like a distorted cross between Alba Ra, Klingon music, very up-tempo Andorian blues and Earth’s old Scandinavian death metal.
Anakolsson: We don’t conform to any kinda style, man, we’re like a mad galaxy wide deathly violent supernova, our music is the power that comes from our anger. ::Sniff::
We express our emotions through raw energy in our music.
We channel our music through an old shuttle’s computer core that’s been modified to darken our sound, it’s our most lethal instrument.
Impressed, Wil raised his eyebrows while smiling and nodding.
Navarro/Vanlith: Response
The guitarist raised his hand and offered his little pinkie finger to Char as a form of greeting.
Anakolsson: ::To Char, offering pinkie finger:: Oh yeah, the old Earth music cover act, elemental niche, man.
That’s gamma. We’re on before on your band, ::turning to Callie and offering pinkie finger:: we’ll get the crowd all MAR’d up for you. ::Sniff::
(OOC: MAR = Matter/Anti-Matter reaction)
Navarro/Vanlith: Response
Ukinix: ::To char and Callie:: I’m just gonna find Pineapples, I need to run these
::holding up PADD:: guitar audio settings past him.
::To Sigeric:: Good to meet you.
Anakolsson: ::Holding up pinkie fingers from each hand:: Nuclear, man. ::Sniff::
Wil held up his glass of red wine to the man in a half toast, half salute before heading off to find Antero.
He made his way through the crowd of people, before spotting the other three band members.
Flynn/Parker/Wong: Responses
George: Response
Tags/TBC…