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Jungendstadt city was in the midst of a late night rave.

"How goes it!?" called Sirus to a boy standing on a wooden platform impaled upon a thick branch. He was maybe 13 or 14, standing at a tree-stump table, fooling around with something. Vines and crude wires ran from holes in the tree stump, and the boy's hands flew across various points on the top of the stump, unseen. Wendy stared for a second before it clued in; the boy was working a strange sort of wooden turn-table. The music was coming from this home made remixing table. She looked around, and saw other boys, older, pounding away at instruments old and new and hand-made.

"It goes fuckin' awesome!" called the boy as he worked the music, scratching and spinning. The sound was some how being broadcast through the vines into the seashells. Sirus chuckled.

"Work some Sinotara after this!!" he called to the boy, who nodded. Sirus turned back to Wendy and John and smiled. "Join the party."

John nodded enthusiastically, and started moving into the crowd, dancing. He was offered no resistance. Wendy looked at Sirus. "Sinotara? What's that?"

"What!?" he yelled.

"SINOTARA!! WHAT IS IT???" she yelled back, trying to be heard.

"OH!" he yelled. He moved in close, leaning in towards her ear, "we find records and the occasional piece of music on our shores in good enough condition to mimic sometimes!!"

"Cool, but what's sinotara??" she asked again. She didn't have to wait long for the answer.

Frank Sinatra's "My Kind of Town" floated over the crowd, heavily distorted by the turn table and the original old swing music replaced with heavy guitar-bashing metal. The boys all cheered, and Sirus started moving with the altered beat.

"Oh my God!" gasped Wendy to John. She *loved* Sinatra.

"I know! What is this shit??" called back John, joking with her. She shot him a glare, then turned back to the dancing crowd. This distorted, hard rock take on one of her favorite Sinatra tunes was just what the doctor ordered for this fractured, surrealistic night.

"I think I'm going to like this place," smiled Wendy, moving into the dancing crowd, moving to the heavy bass beats and the smooth sound of Sinatra's voice in the bright moon light.

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The song was finally winding down, after a 7 minute long remix the likes of which Wendy had never heard. She cheered at the DJ boy, smiling widely. She absolutely loved the version of "My Kind of Town" she had just heard. She flashed the boy a smile, and cheered again.

Another song started, and Wendy started dancing again. While this wasn't based on any Sinatra tune, the music was good, heavy-metal type stuff that she could live with. Floor shaking drum and guitar beats pumped out of the seashell-speakers, and she giggled to herself. [However these boys managed to put all this shit together, they did a phenominal job!] she thought to herself.

Suddenly, the music died down very quickly. Wendy was left the only one dancing on the floor. She looked around, embarassed, and then followed the crowd's gaze up, up to Pan, coasting across the air just above the trees. He did a flip, and landed infront of the Levy with a thump. The crowd was silent.

Sirus stepped forward. "How did it go?" he asked, quietly.

"The chief still does not like me. Hahaha, I wonder why?" smirked Pan. The two laughed. Pan chuckled a little, then turned to the crowd of boys. "How goes it tonight?" he shouted. The crowd cheered and whooped and jumped about. Wendy got knocked around a bit between some jumping boys. She let out a nervous chuckle and moved towards John. "Ahh," said Pan, and the boys all quieted down, "these must be our new residents." He chuckled to himself.

Wendy had thought about what she would say to him on the ride to Jungendstadt, but nothing was coming forth. It was on the tip of her tongue, but it would not spring forth. [Damn. Best to give up trying before you say something stupid,] she thought.

Pan looked long and hard at her. Then his gaze turned to John for a while. Then back to Wendy. The air carried a heavy silence. Wendy gulped, and thought frantically about what she should do. She blinked a couple of times, then did a small curtsie. Pan jerked his head back. Obviously he'd never seen such a motion before. He looked back to John, who shrugged.

Pan moved forward slowly, and circled Wendy. He looked her up and down, his stare lingering in some places. He finally made his way back to the front of her. She smiled sheepishly. He cocked his head to the side, then smiled back.

He reached out, and cupped her left breast in his hand and gave it a small squeeze.

"Wha-- son of a bitch!!!" she blurted, and kicked him between the legs, hard.

He stumbled back a bit, groaning deeply, his hands burried between his legs. Sirus sucked in a deep breath, shocked at the turn of events.

All the boys rushed to Pan's side and drew knives, staffs, swords, axes, and clubs.

John whipped out a 9mm and cocked it, pointing it at Pan.

"Oh my God," whispered Wendy to herself.

"Looks like we got ourselves a big fuckin' standoff, blokes," snapped John.

A standoff, indeed.

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