Non-euclidean event scenes, in all their phantasmal variability, would be wise to crib notes from the inhabitants of that tangled web known colloquially as Weird Fiction.  What remains to be told is very brief, and may be familiar to you already from the whispered accounts of October 9th circa Work/Sound, Earth:

Redolent of the the iridescent spandex hovel from which they emanated, sputtering half-humanoid shape forms and assorted sensory blasts gave pause to passers by, inciting a hypnotic lull on the immediate populace

Transfixed by shape-forms that flabbily quivered in harmony with vidsonic debris from infernal machines, the spellbound onlookers meandered curiously about the ghastly nebula.   Like moths to a flame, glimpses of Weird Fiction’s scattered plasticity and glowering protrusions were swiftly consumed by the doomed surveyors.

Within this temporarily cavernous haunt,  a complex system of sound-forms seeped into existence. This aural presence was infinitely churning, subtly vibrant, and arguably danceable, but held a quality of surpassing wilderness which made its impact like a delicate torture on the fleshy minds of those mammals.

Humanoid-spinoffs of the obliterati emerged and disappeared in the wake of the Weird Fiction occurrence.  Figures leaving traces of footwear and mobile phones, whiskey and assorted belongings — laughable attempts at deleting the dead weight of their conspicuous info-corpses.

Of sightings and encounters, this particular ficto-quizzical milieu competes furiously with the visionary anecdotes relayed millenia ago from the caveman Zan.