549/Mayday May Day!

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Mayday May Day!
Date of Scene: 24 May 2017
Location: Hell's Kitchen, New York City
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: 184, 271




Molly (184) has posed:
Hell's Kitchen in the sunshine still doesn't have a lot of sunshine. No matter how nice the weather is over the rest of Manhattan, shadows rule between the tight, close buildings. Elements of riffraff float around the dirty streets and criminals conduct their business basically in plain sight, using their cars for deals and dropping off goods with their couriers wherever one looks. Loitering outside Pete's is a good way to get flagged as being 'on' for business. Or getting dragged into the dark.

Jimmy Vines, not his real name (That's Wu, to his embarrassment, not really gangster) has a certain alley to keep watch on. Five minutes ago, he was. Two minutes ago, he didn't notice the shadow drop down behind him. Now he's being pulled down into the trash riddled corner, past Pete's stinking dumpster, for a bit of 'business' between him and someone who needs his face.

Down the street, a bus comes to a wheezy halt, belching fumes like a pollution dragon. It wheezes once more and sags to a stop, the twenty-nine people aboard forced off to wait for the next. Or they can take their chances. Some people might prefer to summon an Uber or run for the hills, but Molly Carpenter, raver at large, trundles off along with everyone else. Her bright blue and pink and green hair swings around her shoulders, braids fallen free, as she stifles a yawn behind her hand. She's truly fairly tired, by the looks of it. Probably a night owl.

"Okay, this isn't Red Hook," she murmurs to no one in particular, scrubbing her fierce, glitter and kohl lined eyes.

Keane (271) has posed:
    Keane haunts the alley on one side of the street, mingling with the criminals while watching everything that goes on in the alleys and on the street. Yes, even watching Wu get dragged off into the shadows, even watching through the barriers, walls and cars and dumpsters between him and Wu. He's not too concerned what happens to the criminals. Chemical analysis of the poisons these people peddle and simple biology tells the alien that even though they aren't forcing anyone to use it they're still peddling 20% drain cleaner and laundry detergent mixed with 15% caustic soda or abrasive scrubber, and whatever percentage of natural material isn't particularly healthful and good for human beings anyway - at least not in the doses they're handing out. That behavior might not qualify for the alien's wrath, but it certainly doesn't qualify for his protection either.

    Dressed like a throwback from a bad detective novel, poster child either for vigilante or mugger stereotypes, both civilians and seedy types give the 6'8" humanoid a wide berth if they have to walk by him.