1964-02-07 - We Are The Youth Gone Wild
Summary: Dazzler runs into Quentin Quire post a show at the Black Cat club.
Related: None
Theme Song: "The Youth Gone Wild" by Skid Row - https://youtu.be/4jpf-eC-Xlk
quentin dazzler 


Another night, another venue for Dazzler. Tonight she took the chance to dazzle the Black Cat, making something of a statement that she is all inclusive when it comes to her fans. Colors, mutations and sexual preferences are certainly nothing she considers reason to deny anyone her music. Albeit some would claim the magic of a Dazzler show is in the unique combination of cutting edge music coupled with a spectacular light show, that eases even those who don't appreciate her psychedelic sound into the performance.

The music was all over the place, from slow, trippy songs, to upbeat and energetic ones, all interwoven with somber melodies decrying the state of affairs when it comes to hatred for the sake of hatred. Each song lighting up the club in different arrays of dazzling lights, reflecting off the mirrored beads of Dazzler's halter dress. By the time her show is over, Dazzler only takes a short break to freshen up, before stepping out to the club's floor to mingle with the fans. Or at least try and earn some new ones who haven't heard of her before.

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Quentin always fits in best among those who don't fit in. A lover of freaks, a champion of nonconformity, Quentin slides easily amidst the various colorful and unusual denizens of the club. He probably gets groped a few times, by various genders and ethnicity, and likely welcomed every one with a wink.

He happens to be hanging near the bar as Dazzler takes her break from the stage, not very far away from the recess in which she's catching her breath, fans, of course, straining at the limits of propriety to be near her.

"Quite a display," the self-confident young mutant says, stepping up behind her before he passes to stand in front of her. "Impressive stagecraft. Almost as impressive as the performer herself, of course," he says.

*

Dazzler was just preparing to step out and greet those waiting to see her in person, when Quentin beats all of them in making his way close to the small divider she was given to freshen up with a modicum of privacy. So when she steps out she meets him first, his appreciative words putting that same radiant smile she had on stage right back on her lips, "thank you, I put my heart and soul into every moment I get on stage. You a fan or just happened here by mistake?" She has to ask, she gets a whole range of replies to that one. From infatuated super fans, to those who know of her and are curious, downright to who the heck is she and what kind of devilry is involved in her light show.

A moment later, she adds with a bit of a quip, "bold choice for a guy to put on some pink, I like your tie." It's only on a secondary glance that she realizes that school emblem is no school emblem, "Harvard School of Piracy?" She asks half jokingly.

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Quentin doesn't actually read her mind, but he's also a super-genius in addition to being a telepath and it doesn't take a genius to tell he's being measured to a degree. "Somewhere in between. I've heard you before and heard of you, but it doesn't prepare for the actual encounter in the flesh. Mere vinyl doesn't do you justice," he says.

When she mentions his attire, he smirks, "My own personal symbol, but that's a good summary of my attitude. Excellence in rapscalliony," he says. "Although I haven't lost any appendages in the pursuit, as of yet."

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Dazzler actually laughs at what might seem like sheer flattery, winking playfully at Quentin as she remarks, "you do realize I put in a lot of work to actually get my own vinyl, right?" But she does seem genuinely flattered, as she adds, "I do agree though, can't reproduce the whole act of coloring with music aspect of my shows, but at least it gives more incentive to come to my live shows."

She nods at the explanation of the symbol, "a good thing to be sure! I think a hand is so much more useful than a hook!" She gives his symbol another lingering glance, before asking, "got any tips for a symbol I could use?"

*

Quentin raises an eyebrow, "Of course, and it's well spent. Even if it can't capture the magic of a live performance, well, you can't fit everyone into a nightclub. If you want to make your bank, you need to be in their homes, on their jukeboxes. Have you booked Ed Sullivan yet? He's a terrible square and, by all rumors, something of a kook, but he retains a certain mystique among the suburbanite mob. Television's the most straightforward form of publicity," he says.

"As for symbols, I think that would be obvious: A star, shining or shooting, preferably both," he says.

*

"I haven't had the good fortune yet, but I don't mind it all that much, maybe I'll get lucky soon. I heard appearance on his show gives a good nationwide boost." Dazzler muses at the thought, a slight flush might giveaway that she'd truly like the chance to appear on the Ed Sullivan show.

When Quentin mentions a star, her eyes seem to sparkle for a moment, "that's a perfect symbol actually! I was fiddling with a lightning bolt, but this is just perfect. It's how I see myself, how I want to be, and stars do paint the dark sky at night. I like it, do I have to give you royalties if I use it? Or can it be a gift?"

*

Quentin laughs, "Oh, consider it a gift, absolutely. I'm not hurting for money and, even if I were, I know a thousand ways to make it," he smiles. "Of course, I'm gifted in many ways, more so than most, much to the chagrin of the more close-minded set,' he smiles.

"Still, I'm more than happy to be of help. Maybe you can thank me in the liner notes,' he says, "Quentin Quire, by the way. Some call me Kid Omega," he says, offering his hand.

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"Oh…?" Dazzler looks intrigued as she extends her hand towards Quentin, "Alison Blaire, you know the other name," she winks, before shaking Quentin's hand, "you probably know why Dazzler. But what is Kid Omega for?"

She does shake her head a bit at the mention of more close-minded sorts, "I hope that problem will fade away in time, too much energy is spend on blind hate. Gets us nowhere."

*

Quentin shrugs, "Well, I admit, the some who call me Kid Omega are largely me," he teases. "Omega because I'm rather…ultimate, in some ways. I have gifts and abilities about which I don't pretend to be humble. I may not have a set of dragonfly wings or eyeballs the size of pie plates, but I'm all mutant and I don't particularly care who knows it," he says.

"Hate tends to consume itself, like the ouroboros, eating its own tail. Although, like most narcotics, it can be quite fun if indulged in proper moderation."

*

"That's quite the selective group!" Dazzler can't help but laugh through her words, being caught off guard by the unexpected joke. "I think there's more of those who call me Dazzler, no offense, but that just makes it all the more interesting. Why Kid Omega?" She repeats the question moments before Quentin provides the answer.

She does seem to find Quentin's confidence charming, it's an appealing quality after all, "so, proudly mutant kind of thing?" Dazzler tries to rephrase it, perhaps not favoring the ultimate part as much. "So…you're telling me you're pro hate? I was just kinda singing against it, so it's disappointing if I had no affect…" she mopes playfully with an endearing pout.

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Quentin laughs, "Not serious hate," he says, "I enjoy a bit of petty gossip, the occasional bit of resentment. There are those who must be mocked and I will never, ever pass on the opportunity to mock them. Perhaps I have a cruel streak - sadism has a long and rich tradition in Western society, which should I be immune? But I am eminently civilized," he says.

"I like Dazzler, though. The crowd was certainly dazzled watching you - couldn't take their eyes off, even when it blinded them."

*

Dazzler looks a bit unsure of how to place Quentin as he seems to have a depth about him, but the kind of depth that just might seem a bit dangerous. "I'll agree that I had my share of bad thoughts here and there about the Bugle writer who said my act was a result of devil worship…but I'm not going to act on any of those," she laughs it off, after all, as a musician, what harm could she actually do that writer?

She easily forgets all doubt when talk shifts to her show again, she does drink up every bit of flattery when it comes to that, "dazzling the crowds is what my entire act is based on. Allows me to sneak in heavier topics to my songs, though I do have to hand it in to Lesley Gore, never tried to call out men before! I'll need to consider a song like that."

*

Quentin smiles, "I'm not suggesting that you kill him or even materially harm him. Shame him? Mmmmmmmmm, perhaps. Most of what passes for journalism is little more than frustrated writers taking out their own inadequacy on the far more capable people they're forced to depict in their little yellow rags," he says.

He smiles, "Men, humans, the rich and powerful, church and state…so many things to rebel against," he smiles.

*

Dazzler certainly seems to like the idea of the picture Quentin paints, the rumblings in the yellows being desperate feats of jealousy and frustration.

She lists the reasons Quentin gives for rebellion on her fingers, before waving her hand as if to shake them all off, "and that's one of the reasons rock'n'rollers do so well. Love it when I can have fun, shake feathers and be right at the same time!"

*

Quentin smiles, "Well, those of us who watch the feathers being shaken certainly get our share of the pleasure," he says. "I've considered, at times, taking up music, but I'm not certain I have the right spark for it. Much as I'm loathe to downplay my own abilities, it's never come instinctively to me and music, more than most arts, always seems to be something that someone either has or does not. Much like a mutant gift. Perhaps, even, musicality is an early form of mutation, made common among people because it is, indeed, so pleasant," he says.

He shakes his head, "Sorry, I do get into theorizing on occasion."

*

If one thing is clear, it's that Dazzler certainly invested most of her time in music, and not that much into education, because when Quentin gets into theorizing she seems to not quite follow as much as she'd like. Though she still plays the polite game of nodding along, "I think it's just like any other language, a form of expression, I sometimes talk better with my guitar then I do with words. I express myself better with lights and colors than I do with writing, if that makes sense," she trails off a bit, realizing she's starting to talk about things that are a bit too personal for a stranger she just met. That Quentin fellow sure has a way of making her feel comfortable around him. Earlier bad vibes and all. "Thanks for coming to my show Quentin, hope to run into you again…now I gotta go meet some of the others, you wouldn't hold that against me, would you?" Dazzler asks while motioning at the fans growing impatient as she was supposed to come out a few minutes earlier before getting caught up with Quentin.

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