Encounter Conclusion: Felice and CaseyThe woman takes the money, ambles over to the guarded closet, and returns with the necessary paraphernalia. Felice and Casey are obliged to lie snugly next to eachother on the floor mat as they pass the opium pipe between themselves, and serenaded by the acoustic guitar and the snores of their fellow patrons, they are carried into deep and euphoric slumbers in the small dark room.
Monday, February 2nd, 1925Newspaper Headlines:
Kaasen sled team runs the Iditarod, Nome SavedThe shipment of antitoxin has finally reached the Alaskan town of Nome, suffering from a catastrophic Diptheria outbreak, in a harrowing 53-mile journey across the frozen wilderness. Gunnar Kaasen and his lead-dog Balto are lauded in the press and even by President Calvin Coolidge.
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Guns and Alleycat wake up in the small hours of the following morning, before dawn, sore and uncomfortable from sleeping on the floor in their street clothes all night. Just as they begin to stir and clumsily make their way for the exit, they overhear a hushed conversation going on in the hallway between Blossom and an unknown man.
"Business seems good" says the man. "A little too good, in fact."
"Too good? Fuck's that supposed to mean?" says Blossom, a distinctly Bostonian accent and temperament briefly emerging.
"It means you need to keep a lower fucking profile, alright? For starters, stop passing these goddamn cards out. I guess the sign outside must've confused you, but we ain't really selling fucking sausages in here. Word on the beat is they're getting two or three tip offs a week, and let me tell you getting 'em to ignore shit like that ain't getting cheaper."
"I can handle the cops."
"Boss'll crack open your pretty little head and chuck it in the swamp before he risks finding out."
"Tell Madcap he's got nothin' to worry about...and get your filthy hands off me, I ain't like that anymore."
Two pairs of footsteps diverge, one heading out the door, the other up the stairs.
Crunch Time, Intentions: EveryoneWhat are your plans for the day? Where are you going, if anywhere, and what are you taking with you, if anything? Don't forget to consult with your fellow family/gang members if you need backup or can't think of anything useful to do.
Reminder: Evie and Dolly have an appointment with the Parish Assessor at One O'Clock in the afternoon.