Re: Compton
While Ordus and S'kaar doze in the hotel, the rest of the group find a few hours for exploring. Bedlam and Flora sample the hazards and delights of Compton street food, Multi-Roach noses around for a spoil heap but instead finds a very efficient recycling chain, starting at the food vats, fed on a constant diet of garbage, and ending in the burger than Beldam is happily munching. Meanwhile Merlot skulks around the shadows, but doesn't hear anything of note, save for some discussion of the "fresh meat" appearing at the Monster Mash this evening.
At the appointed time you join the throng moving towards the Masherama, a large canvas and sheet metal dome alive with neon signs and blaring thrash metal music. Bluetooth meets you at the entrance. You are somewhat taken aback to find Bluetooth is an ancient mobile phone that has achieved sentience, lying on a silk cushion borne by large mutated stick insect, standing unsteadily on its back legs.
It plays a simple tune. Even in these unenlightened times some classics from the bygone age still exist, and you all recognise the ballad "Nokia Welcome".
"Welcome to the Masherama!" says Bluetooth in a tinny, crackling voice. "You're the third bout this evening, on in around an hour. The Green Room is just down the stairs, third on the left. Now, I need to know your stage name. You know, Mad Max and the Thunderdromes, The Postmen, Gygax Convention... something snappy with a bit of edge!"
Although he is patently unable to do so, Bluetooth looks at you expectantly.