Caribou Coast

Ol Nan had been making her way through the bands and solo artists who were already here. Hack and the others in Ferry Cross the Mersey were probably backstage and it was....quiet....as far as the audience went. Only the few bands near the stage. She went towards the bar, actually dressed semi-decent, with some help of her brother of all people. For a hardly concious juggalo he could pick out some outfits. She wasn't sure about the flower crown but it was holding her dreds out of the way. "Be careful with big bertha!" The cello that was being put on the stage was stressing out the underdeveloped, birdchested woman. She decided to get a drink to calm her nerves, and hit a vape pen. Sweet relief. "Quiet for a saturday."



Ethen had absolutely no reason to be here outside of the warm weather causing rain and general other unpleasentness. Maybe the occassional downpour was the reason why the place wasn't as popping as it should've been? He didn't know, he hated the island but it wans't like he could go back to Canada. At least not without listening to his parents bitch. If there was one thing he hated more than this isle and its weather...it was parental bitching. Where does that bring him? To entering into The Kraken and taking up a spot near the back of the room, eyes shifting to eventually rest on Nan. Smoking and drinking? Why had he come again? He couldn't even drink! He could at least, pretend to socialize though. "You part of the band?" he eventually spoke out as he pushed off the wall and approached her. Grace would be...maybe proud. Probably not but hey; he was trying!


Ericc loved live music; and comiccon was pretty dope too. He would have liked to have Alecai here, but a text of him with the timeless rock-hand tongue-out pose in his worn out Simple Plan t-shirt would have to do. He was a mess, but that was fine, sometimes he was allowed to act like a dork even if he was getting a little too old for this sort of scene. His jeans were ripped, skinny, and his vans looked like they'd been through hell and back but he was enjoying himself. A little buzzed off of cheap beer- since when did he drink shitty beer?- and he was running his hands through already messy curly hair. Because he loved live music, he also loved meeting bands- so he had carefully made his way towards anyone who looked like they were musical and ready to go. Nan had his line of sight, and so.. Ethen as well. "If she's not with a band, no one here is," he offered playfully, because she looked the part didn't she?


Ol Nan was smoking to calm her nerves! She hadn't drank in a few days, which was good for her. She was a legit alcoholic until she met Will, who kind of made her feel less hopeless about being a better person. Tonight however, rum was dear. "Kind of!" She laughed, running her metal tipped fingers along the metal of the washboard. She put the strap of the banjo over her shoulder so it rested on her back. "I'm the host, and I'm filling in with one of the bands playing from out of town." Probably the smelly looking hipsters in the corner with the most random instruments ever. Ericc was coming over too, smiling with a wave of those metal tipped fingers. "I'm just the host, and a fill in. I play a lot." Washboard, banjo and cello just based on the first few posts."


Ethen flicked icy blue hues to the newcomer, a quick up and down given of Ericc before he snorted. "You sure you aren't? Although I'm not sure anyone listens to Simple Plan these days, you get lost in time? How old are you even?" okay, Grace would definitely not be proud of him now. He lasted an entire three seconds before he let his snark get to him. At least the man was older, so maybe he wouldn't punch the unsociable teen? Ethen should really work on his manners, at least faking it to make a few friends! Not that he thought he needed them of course. Nan's answer had his attention drifting back to her for a moment; nodding absently to the answer and staring at the bartender. Would he get ID'd? Should he risk it for a beer? Did he even like beer? These were all questions floating through his head, which was interrupted by the metal against washboard. Host huh? What kind of bands are even playing...they look uh..." a pointed stare given to the group in the corner. "Interesting." was what he said, though his expression and wrinkle of nose was only barely short of disgusted.


Ericc was too easy going for Ethen's flippant little comment to get to him; instead he just offered him a shit eating grin and a roll of his shoulders. "Old enough to dress how the fuck I want," he replied, but his tone was playful rather than biting. Kid would get there one day, maybe, or he'd live in society's shadow and think that his hairstyle gave him some kind of a free pass to tease others about their appearance as though he didn't look like a circus reject. The things Ericc should say, but didn't because he was here to have fun. "I didn't expect there to be all that many bands," he admitted. "We didn't have comiccon here when I was a kid." He'd grown up on the Island; had gone to Seattle to worship the ground beneath Simple Plan's feet, because they weren't coming to the Island, that was for sure.


Ol Nan looked over to him. "They're a folkpunk cover band, but....theres a more traditional punk band backstage called Ferry Cross the Mersey." She did NOT understand that band name but whatever. "That's the Sinners." She said. "Annnd theres some solo people for between sets...." The sinners had gotten on stage and started setting up. "I'm not really used to much of this....community stuff.... but it's fun! I moved a lot and it's nice to liiiiike, settle down. Ya knoow?" She winked and knocked back her rum, setting the glass on the bartop. She patted Ericc on the back roughly. "Well I better hop up there." Moving to get on stage, standing a bit back with the huge group of hippies on stage to start a song that required a bit of interaction from the crowd.


Ethen actually laughed at Ericc's retort, head shaking a moment as he quirked a lip in..not quite a smile. Maybe a smirk? Whatever it was, it seemed Ericc was deemed less of an annoyance, which meant nothing to the older man but made him more tolerable in the teens eyes. "You sure are." he confirmed to the retort about age. And for the record, he would get there one day and his hair was fucking amazing alright? It made him edgy or something. Mostly it just made him flashy in the rink and that's all he really cared about. Ericc's little history lesson had him pausing in thought with a light hum. "You really grew up here? That sucks." he was about to tack on 'your parents must've hated you or something', but he managed to keep his mouth shut on those surely disasterous words. Instead he turned to the barkeep and ordered a coke, he might as well drink something even if it wasn't alcoholic. >>


Ethen Nan was offered a look as she rattled off some band names, none of which made any sense to him, but whatever. "What even is a folkpunk cover band?" his words were more muttered to himself than actually spoken to Nan, which was well enough since she seemd to be leaving. "I'm not sure I'd pick here to settle down." once again muttered, that coke drawn close to him as he settled into a barseat. The sound of music starting up drew his attention; than the vocals began and he cringed. "Is this really music? I think I'd rather have Simple Plan." it wasn't necessarily directed at Ericc, but he was the only other one nearby after all. <<


Ericc waved Ol Nan off as she went, ready to get a cozy spot near the front and watch the show. He wasn't exactly into mosh pits anymore but there was.. no way this scene was going to have anything like that so. "It does, I don't love being back here either, but shit happens," he replied to Ethen, because Caribou Coast was the last place he'd planned on moving back to. Question about folkpunk cover had him snickering, but not responding, because clearly the kid didn't want an answer. The question that did call for an answer had him laughing. "Try to enjoy it instead of trying to scrutinize," he suggested over the music. "You might have a better time!" To his credit, he was trying to get into it himself, hands loosely in his pockets and his head nodding slightly. This was.. definitely not Simple Plan, but hey, it wasn't bad either!


Ol Nan picked here to settle down. She liked the creepy small town. She even learned about the supernatural here. Her grandma would have loved it here. A few more songs were played, more radio friendly songs done in that quick folk style, dont worry, it wasn't ALL shanties. The lead singer got into it. She heard rumors of this place being thick with witches, and figured maybe they would like the more old school style banding. They only electric hookups they used were the microphones. Nan didn't care much, she was having fun, smiling, winking at anyone that made eyecontact with her, even going into the crowd with a few other members. Luckily the two didn't get a microphone in their face when the lead singer yelled 'Yahaha" because a few other audience members had to laughingly answer back, before she ended up on stage for the end of the set. Once a few more popular songs were played, and their time was up, she bowed off stage and kind of slipped off away from the band members and towards Ethen and Ericc, a bit sweaty, but the BIGGEST smile on her little face, breathing with a pant. "Ah! Still here! The music didn't scare ya off." "


Ethen could agree with the shit happens sentiment. Shit definitely happened, like an entire fucking town blowing up and destroying any hope he had of living in a nice cold environment. At least the island was close to Canada, not that he ever really visited. The school year was almost up though which meant he needed to focus on the next competitive season. "Try to enjoy it?" he parroted back as if Ericc had just grown a second head. The skater just tipped the coke back and turned attention back to the stage. If he tried to ignore the vocals the music wasn't actually...that bad. The shift to radio hits had him interested a bit more, his foot even tapping lightly against the barstool as he got a refill on his coke. Nan's reappearance had him trying to remember how to pretend at social etiquette. That broad smile was addictive though and his own lips turned into a bit of one himself. "I'm a bit harder to scare off. You look like you had fun at least." and that was what mattered right? Right! "Whose supposed to be next?" He was already here so he might as well, as Ericc said, Try to Enjoy It. <<


Ericc knew what he was talking about okay? Stick with him, kid, and.. well no don't do that, he'll get tired of your shit real quick and ditch you. Either way, Ericc couldn't help but grin knowingly when he caught that foot tapping. Yeah, see? Not so bad. When Nan rejoined them he offered a little clap. "You kidding me? I'm sticking around to see everyone, I don't have anything else to do tonight." A family dinner he was avoiding, maybe, but he was getting there, and you better not rush him if you wanted him to give it an honest chance. "I have to admit that wasn't what I expected. Good shit though." She'd played well, even if the music was.. weird. Not exactly his taste but enough to nod and bob like the best of them.


Adney Hack had played a few shows here prior, but this specific event? Nope. He and the band were pretty stoked, and once the other band was done playing, they took the stage as introductions were made. Their style, much like Nan had said, was more of a classic punk style mixed with a bit of modern- and their energy was definitely there. Though there was just three of them, they, particularly a certain blue-haired bassist, was bouncing off the walls as they played (just a ref!). Their accents hailed them from England even if some of the lingo didn't already give the hint- as well as the band name itself. Their music sounded pretty upbeat, though of course still held that punk/oi rebelliousness and counterculture vibe it always had. They ended on a particular song, which had all of them singing- though the bassist's voice wasn't nearly as good as the actual vocalists, and cracked a few times during those sustained notes, which got the drummer lightheartedly throwing a drumstick his way, who was grinning like an idiot.


Ol Nan gave nearly a jump. She had left her banjo and washboard behind so she could normally interact with people. She breathed out a sigh of relief. When Ethen admitted to being harder to scare off she gave a chuckle and dabbed her head with the scarf around her neck. She hated that thing but whatever, it was supposed to look snazzy. Could she go back to sports bras, jean vests and shorts? Like. Now? "I'm glad you liked it. I think the next band is more normal. I checked out their page...." And her thoughts were broken with them setting up and starting to play. She gave a loud whistle, pinkies under her tongue from each corner of her lips, followed by clapping. She even gave Ericc a playful push with her shoulder. Not a full mosh, but he looked a little more succeptable to gentle pushing than Ethen.

Ethen already had one person trying to teach him how to be a better human being, he didn't need two! Grace was probably more equipped to handle it than Ericc was to be honest, so hopefully being told off wasn't in his future. At least not from Ericc. At mention of not having anything else to do tonight the teen rolled his eyes. Ah so he's the still stuck in his teenage fanboy, probably needs to get laid phase huh? Explains the Simple Plan t-shirt. He didn't know about any family dinner after all, though maybe Ericc should jump on that before something happened to his family. You never knew, the city was changing after all. He didn't share the sentiments of the music being 'good shit' but drinking his coke was enough to prevent him from opening his mouth. The dab also earned a bit of an eyebrow raise, but he at least got the reference even if he thought it was dumb. "It was something, that's for sure." he wouldn't admit to liking it, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to be entirely mean to her either. Attention turned back to stage as the next band was setting up and their opening song was way more his style than the folkpunk coverband. The lead singer also had blue hair, which yes, drew the teens attention because duh; blue hair was the shit. It didn't matter what anyone else thought! As the band continued, the teen actually found himself bobbing his head slightly to the beat. He was glad to avoid the pushing though, he wasn't really about 'moshing' no matter how tame it was. <<


Ericc could definitely get into this type of music. He was definitely enjoying his saturday night, thank you very much, and he intended to do it to the fullest. Nan and Ethen would just have to handle being ignored for the music for a few minutes, sorry! When he caught Ethen bobbing his head, though, it was impossible for him not to playfully bump their shoulders together. "Damn, the kid knows how to have fun," he shouted to Nan, but that was about all the interaction they were getting out of the lawyer right now. He didn't have to socialize right now, he was off the clock and he wanted to jam.


Adney Hack - The band was quick to get the crowd pumped, who were already hyped from the last performers. The last song was a -little- more mellow though, so they wouldn't be completely energized just in case the next band was a little more laid back; they thanked the crowd, gave their name, and Hack threw the drumstick back at their drummer, Pax, before racing off goodnaturedly from the stage towards the bar, before his mate had time to get back at him. The drummer and vocalist just yelled at the bassist, who was still carrying his instrument, to 'get them some bevvies'. Hack ordered three beers, and slung his well-worn, much-loved instrument over his back- when the drinks came, he chugged a fair portion of it down, before spotting Nan. "'ello! Luved ya show-" True to the stereotype, he kind of had some crooked teeth going on. He smiled only wider as he waved, with his free hand, to the others she was with. "'ello!"


Ol Nan watched Ethen a little, glad he was swaying and enjoying himself somewhat. "Do you want a drink? I have drink tickets." They didn't have to be alcoholic, good for bottles of water or sody pop. She liked this band too, and glad they booked for the contest. She grinned when the lawyer took the shoulderbump well. Stiiilll didn't push Ethen though. Didn't want to ruin his good time. "Yeah they're really good!" Agreed with him. When the show was over, she of course whistled and clapped and jumped. Hack was given another on of her back pats. "Oh band of the hour! Let me buy your drinks!" With drink tickets of course. It could be assumed more NPC bands were after them, playing their sets as the crowd was enjoying themselves. But for now Nan was busying herself with getting the rounds.


Ethen enjoyed the rest of the set and eyed the vocalist as he made his way to the bar. The English accent was easy to pick up on, even appreciated somewhat. Hey there was something about an accent that just did things for most people alrigh? Not that the teen was looking for a hook up because...uh...he was not that sort of college kid, but he could still enjoy it. "Hello." he finally spoke in greeting, eyeing the beers and lamenting the fact that he was not able to indulge. It seemed he forgot his previous experience with beer already, that frat party seemed so long ago after all! "Hmm, I'm only nineteen." he finally spoke to Nan at the offer of drinks. He wasn't going to go getting her in trouble for providing to a minor or anything like that, even if he wanted to embarass himself by trying to drink the shit they called beer. The rest of the bands played in the background and he actually got into a few of the beats. When it all wrapped up though he turned back to Nan with a quirk of a brow. "So; how do you decide the winner in these things anyway?" he was a competitive person, even professionally so, but how did someone grade a band? Especially bands of such varying uh...styles. <<


Ericc: "Usually by how they get the crowd pumped," Ericc explained to Ethen. "Or voting but that's.. a lot more work than asking everyone to clap." He knew where his vote was going, that's for sure, but it had been a good show all around, hadn't it? With Ethen turning down free drinks, he poked his hand out. "I'll take another shitty beer," he said, but only because she was offering. He could have just.. bought one, but this was more fun, who didn't like free shitty beer? "Man, I wanna go to a big concert now." This was a mistake tonight. Time to see if Simple Plan was still touring. How far would he have to go to make that happen? Let the old man relive his teen years, please.


Adney Hack jumped a little when he was clapped on the back nearly spilling his beer, though he was grinning widely. "Really? Oh, ah, fanks, luv!" He would not pass up free drinks- especially with Scooter and Pax up there, working. Would he rather be down here, scoring free booze and talking to people? Hell yes! As for Hack's accent, his was definitely English, but held the stereotypical glottal stops and dropping of certain letters that denounced it as Cockney: the working class accent, stereotypically. He noticed Ethen eyeing his beer, and offered the half-full plastic cup. "Ya wont summ? Tha' buhd's gonnuh ge' mo'-" Oh, he said he was nineteen. Hack laughed. "Won't be tellin' if yew won't!" He smiled to Ericc. "Aw, there's gonnuh be loads playin' this summuh in Sea'le this summuh, 's no' fah, I dun't fink!" Was Hack learning American geography, finally? ..Barely.


Ol Nan was rather happy about the events, but as the bands ended playing, the bartender handed the group a clipboard with a sheet, and a pen after delving out drinks and shitty beers. She still handed Ethen a drink ticket. "Just get a water or a soda, its pretty hot in here. Dont need booze to drink." She winked then heard Ericc speak of big concerts. Gasp. "A big concert? Little concerts are the best. More personal. I like shows where you feel like you can totally jam with the artists after." She pointed to Hack. "Like thiiis guy! We should totally jam some time!" She wasn't sure if she couldn't hear Hack over the music, or if she couldn't understand his accent. She tried to not peak at the clipboard as it was passed around, avoiding it until she saw the others vote. She just kind of stared as he spoke, and reached for her vape pen.....



Ethen. You know, for being probably a decade older than himself, Ericc wasn't a half bad guy in the teens opinion. Better than most older guys he met; not that he made it a habit of hanging out with older people. There were a number of them involved with competitive skating, from coaches to judges, reporters and even fellow skaters. So he had some bar to judge from at least. "Interesting." he responded as Ericc explained voting. He wasn't sure he would vote for any of them, but if he had the vote it would be for Hack's band...what was it called again? Something about crossing a river? He still didn't understand the name, but he liked them the best out of all who had performed. As Ericc took the offer for a free drink and whined about a big concert the teen hopped off his barstool and clapped him once on the back. "Hey cheer up old man. Simple Plan will do a reunion tour soon I'm sure." he wasn't even sure the band wasn't still touring right now, but he couldn't pass up the opportunity. "Seems like the bands are all done and while this was...." he paused, not sure he wanted to say fun. "better than something else I could've done, I think I'll be going." besides he couldn't drink and they looked like they were about to get lit. Oh...wait...was Hack offering him booze? He had probably pass though, especially with Nan there reminding him he could get a water or soda. "Thanks but another time." which was mostly pleasantries because he wasn't sure he would see any of them again. Although Hack was interesting, so who knows. <<


Ericc had thought that Ericc's accent was sweet and romantic; Adney's made him thankful that's all he could call it. Not that it was bad! It just.. took him a second was all. "Yeah, I'm ready to hit the mainland for some concerts this year," he agreed. Ethen was of course being a total pussbag but that's fine, he didn't want to have to represent the kid in court anytime soon! That'd be a pain in his ass, he was sure of it. He could have said something witty like stay in school, but there were pressing matters like.. voting. "Hey champ good job staying up past bed time, we're all real proud of you," he called after Ethen as he marked his vote and passed the clipboard along. He was pretty sure they could all guess who his favorite had been.


Adney Hack practically beamed as Nan spoke. "Yeah, yeah, she should! Ya live 'roun' 'ere?" His head turned to Ethen as the beer was a 'next time'. "Deffo, cheeuhs, mate!" Hack didn't take the clipboard, unless it was offered to him- since he'd played, he assumed he didn't get to vote, which was fine by him. He smiled at Ericc, looked back to Ethen, then looked back to Ericc again. "Wot koinda moosic ya loike?" The question was probably partially aimed towards Nan, too.


Ol Nan took the vote sheet once everyone was done. "Hold onto that thought." She said to Hack, when asked what music she liked. She was kind of given a look by the bartender and made a face like oops. She headed for the stage and grabbed her banjo from the equipment that was set to the side of the stage, and strummed a tune mostly to get everyones attention. "Okay okay! Hello. We have our votes in....and.....although Harambe deserves a win." She looked over to the band members of the Sinners judgingly, before looking out to the crowd, making sure to wave to Ethen as he left from the stage. That wasn't embarrassing. "Ferry Cross the Mersey! You win a 200 dollar gift card for the music shop." She clapped a little. "That will get you some strings or something." It wasn't a whole lot of money, but events were flippin expensive and its what was leftover after costs. "This concludes our battle of the bands, and I'll play myself off, Joe." Who was joe? Who knows? But she played a playful banjo strum while she hopped off stage and stopped playing to fish the card out of her jacket and hand it to Hack. "Punk!" Simple enough answer, if he even remembered the question, but probably not that simple since she played a lot of "redneck stuff"."


Adney Hack watched Nan head off, doing -something- that looked awfully important- and oh, then she went on the stage. Was she the announcer-person of this event? Hack, clearly, had missed a few things; probably had been too busy prepping earlier, or his short attention span and bad memory were at work. Hack shrieked as the band's name was called and the giftcard announced, and Pax and Scooter, having nabbed their drinks from the bar, came over to friendly-mob their exciteable bandmate and accept the card. Hack practically shrieked again. "Fanks, ah- really, ya ain't jus' sayin' tha'? 's moine too!" -Hopefully- it was, because that's what type of music he played. Pax cuffed him on the back of the head, said something unintelligible in Scouse, and Hack made an odd warbling sound in his throat in response. "I know, I know!" He chugged the rest of his beer, then turned to head backstage again. "Fanks luv, ah- noice meein' yews!" He said to Ericc and Nan, before scooting.