Conversation · Andre

Audio waves thump against your rib cage. The speaker set-up makes everything sound much better... but the BEAT is still so weak.

What if... you re-routed the terrifying audio assault that the lead programmer's microphone setup picks up through this compressor?

Audio waves thump against your rib cage. The speaker set-up makes everything sound much better... but there's a noticeable lack of something.

(I don't care.) "Cool, let's move on to the questions then."

"Yes, my man!" He jumps up and down with glee, his moves punctuated by the stroboscopic flash of the club lights.

"No Truce with the Furies."

"What does that mean?" he yells over the thumping music.

"Of course, he had to smuggle in 'furies' somehow..." the lieutenant mumbles to himself.

"It's too long. No one's going to remember it on a Friday night."

"NO TRUCE!"

"Egg's right, they can call it 'No Truce' if it's too long. At least it stands out from the others, it evokes something, it's victorious."

"And yet mysterious." He looks around the church as light beams wash over the dance floor, bathing it in violet blue.

"It's settled, then. Everyone, welcome to No Truce with the Furies!"

"The Return."

"The Return? What's that?!"

"The Return. I like the sound of it."

The lieutenant isn't saying anything -- he's watching you, observing.

"Guys, we can't do The Return. There are like tons of places called The Return already. There's this communist joint in Jamrock that my friends like to frequent, and then there's this really famous radio show, you know the one..."

"Okay, okay, we're not doing The Return." Andre turns to you and shrugs. "Sorry, cop-man. Got anything else?"

"Okay, I think I have a few other ideas..." (Choose another name.)

"YEAGH, TIME TO MAKE THE FINAL CHOICE!"

"Revachol West."

"Wow, it's big. A club for entire Revachol West? So big!"

"Sounds like money."

"SOUNDS LIKE FUTURE!"

"It's settled, then. Everyone, welcome to Revachol West!" He looks around the church as light beams paint the dance floor violet blue.

"No -- it's THE RETURN and that's it." (Name the club.)

"YEAGH! A RETURN TO LE RETOUR!"

"It's settled, then. Everyone, welcome to THE RETURN!" He looks around the church as light beams paint the dance floor violet blue.

"Egg Head, you must have a lot of ideas."

"YEKOKATAA!" The freak with the large head yells from the stage, waving his hand in the air. "THE PLACE TO BE!"

"Yekokataa, the zone of ecological catastrophe? That's too morbid, Egg. Got anything else?"

"HARD CORE!" A witless, victorious smile adorns his face. "HARD CORE TO THE MEGA!"

"No, it has to be bigger than Hard Core." Andre looks worried as he comes to this realization. "Yes, it has to be even bigger than Hard Core to the Mega, it has to be bigger than the scene!"

"Soona, do you have an opinion on this?"

"I don't."

"Good, we have too many opinions anyway."

"Acele, what would you suggest as the name?"

"How about something simple, like 'The Club'?"

"Too modern," Andre shakes his spiky head. "And too ironic. We don't want ironic, we want real. Real and true and beautiful, like a morning after the rave."

"Kim, how would you name the club?"

"I wouldn't. I wouldn't build a club and I wouldn't name it either."

"An underground place with no name? Sounds like something the crab-man would say."

"We're not going with anything the crab-man would say."

"Why not? The crab-man has ideas, Acele. Ideas from another level of consciousness!"

"I don't care, I don't like the crab-man and I don't like his ideas, his ideas are spooky. Next, please!"

"Noid, give me your two cents on the issue."

"The Amnesia."

"Like... the I-can't-remember-the-name-of-the-club amnesia?"

"AMNESIA!"

"It's not Amnesia, guys."

"What do you propose as the name, Andre?"

"The name..." He appears to mull it over, one hand idly touching his hair. "Everything I manage to come up with sounds just wrong."

"Andre's overthinking it," says the girl with the microphone.

"Yes, you should do it, detective." The speedfreak with yellow beads around his neck is looking at you. "It would be good for the sines."

"Noid's right. You've helped us so much, it's the right thing to do."

"I knew it! The man is back for those sweet, sweet questions!" The young man smiles at you. "What will it be?"

"Hi again. So, uh... How're things going?" He looks excited. The tips of his hair are sharp and white. The bleach has consumed almost all of the toothbrush on the mirror in front of him.

"Hi again. Have you changed your mind? You changed your mind, right?" The tips of his hair are sharp and white. The bleach has consumed almost all of the toothbrush on the mirror in front of him.

You see a youngish man bleaching the tips of his hair with a toothbrush. He puts the toothbrush down and extends his hand in greeting.