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	The life of the party is the beat that comes from the music and the voices of the people attending. Those of you that have arrived are seeing many of your neighbors now. Some you may know others you may not. Boston Heights is the name of the three buildings which your main characters reside but a block party is not only for those that live in a particular set of buildings but all those around. The are people from down the street some and around the corner. The promise of music, free food and free booze is a strong enticer for those in a city which has little to be happy about these days. 

	Other than your main characters actions and mingling there are a few other things going down other than the sun which promises to set soon. Some of you might be welcoming to the night air when it finally arrives; the heat off the tarmac and the buildings keeping it there is not the most pleasant. But it is still some time yet before the sun says goodbye and the moon makes its evening appearance. The shadows are growing long and the light is still bright; if you look to the north the suns light can be almost blinding as it wedges itself through the buildings and seems to paint lines or yellow, orange, and red along the street where you are. 

	[@Kingfisher] Shadows can provide some comfort but do you really want to venture into them? Even with the frivolity of the party there are still other things happening. A couple of kids are off to the west in the edge of the alleyway across the street from the main Boston Heights buildings.  Seems a drug deal is going down but those of you wise to such things know something is amiss. This is Jez's home turf. One does not simply start dealing in underworld items on someone elses turf. Jez, how will you handle this once you are dropped off from the cab? You probably can't wait to get away from the driver, he is talking a mile a minute about nothing and refuses to shut the hell up. By the time you get to the party you might be on your last nerve and these punks; if you chose to see them, will be getting on it. Time to make a choice; keep it quiet and ignore it to keep things calm at the party or to keep others from being drawn in, go ahead and make a ruckus and damn the consequences, or C - try to start a transaction and take it deeper into the alleyway so you can handle this without other witnesses; hopefully. (PM me for details) 

	[@Nallore] [@Morose] Ack, the block party has the road closed down; you aren't getting anywhere in your car. Even if you could get out you won't be getting back in until after everything is over. Better walk. Unless you have a two seater bicycle somewhere. We know what is south - construction, diners, and such. West is the alleyway. North is the park. Now there is a little place you could pick up a few things; a little family run bodega that is one block north and two east. Wouldn't take long for you to get there on foot and would keep you out of the main crowds. (Joint pm me when you pick a direction for details)

	[@Dragoknighte] Mali did her good deed for the day, it will probably count as the only good deed done in the city all day. The two punks are not going to be causing an issue for the rest of the day and the kid you saved is slowly looking around; kind of shocked that his beating suddenly ceased. [url=https://media.giphy.com/media/aeOaX5qEJAAw0/giphy.gif]His[/url] glasses are broken and his face bloodied but he looks relieved as he finally looks up at you. If he wasn't afraid that you were going to kick his ass as well he might actually hug you. Slowly he stands up, very slowly. Holding his ribs with one hand and other trying to adjust his cracked lens glasses to sit properly on his busted nose. "Holy shoot fudge," he exclaims as he looks at the damage Mali did to the pair. Did he really just say shoot fudge? One of the guys stir a bit, he might actually wake up soon and this seems to drive the fear right back into the kid. He pulls out a little card from his pocket and shoves it in your hand. "You need anything, call," is all he says before he darts out of the alleyway and runs off into the crowd on the street. He isn't staying around for a round two if it happens. The card is basic enough, just a number on the back of it and a few words on the front - Relic; for your emergency needs. Emergency? What could that kid help with when it comes to an emergency? Seems odd but this is Justice, pocket the card and get to the party. It's getting late. 

	[@Scallop] [@POOHEAD189] [@Sigil] [@DizzyIsabella] [@Charnobylisk] [@Xtreme] - The food and drink tables are filling up fast. Lawson is returning waves and hello's from you all that he hasn't already and starting to load up trays of food from the smoker. Lawson smiles over to Lorna and hands her over a rib dripping in sauce. [color=fff79a]"I promise it tastes as good as it smells. Nothin' like Carolina BBQ. Other places say they got the secret but nothin' quite tickles my fancy like this does. Sweetness of the south and a bit of kick to it. Could expect none less from the great state that produces our finest Marines; Hoorah!"[/color] he said with a quiet chuckle before going back and piling up more and toting it over to the table by the smoker. 

	Some reporters are still hanging around at the edge of the barricades. It seems they are prepping for the late night news, a follow up for the city to see that things are going great instead of horrible like they were months ago. On the edge of the barricade are others that are just observing. The whole thing could feel like you are in the middle of a petting zoo if you paid too much attention to it; but let them look. That is how things go down around here. You are either a instigator, a victim, or one of the many drones that just watch and see nothing. Well you see plenty but opening your mouth can be a death sentence. Really want to risk that when you have food to eat, drinks to down, and your groove to get on.