A young gangster stepped out from the smoke placing down his soap box. Brushing it off with his hat as he placed it back on his head. Taking one step up on to it planting his other foot. He looked around the crowd with a grin. Clearing his throat before he spoke.

"Good day my fellow gangsters. I am not coming out here today to talk about the events that had just transpired. Though with a heavy heart we have lost mothers, fathers, family members, and I would know this lose as I lost my father." Taking a moment placing his hat on his heart as he makes the sign of the cross. Returning the cap to his head and beginning again. 

"I am here to speak to you about tomorrow starting with today. We have had such destruction that we must push through and work hard to rebuild a new. Why continue to rehash the old when we can build something new, like a phoenix reborn from the ashes it is new. This is my call to action to all of you, build new stronger bonds so that we can push forward in this way of life. Honor our loved ones sacrifices so that they will be proud of us and the better tomorrow we will build. I know it is possible, my ancestors have dreamed of this day."

He took a moment to look up smiling at those that came before him before continuing.

"So I say this to you take some time with your loved ones tonight, for tomorrow the real work begins. The day we begin the better tomorrow." 

Smiling out to the crowd. 

Charlie came out into the streets, rarely had he done so with the last few days. Ducking down and leaving it to the likes of Tammy and many others. The people who looked at him as the last of the so-called Spamlords, whatever that word meant. He missed having the likes of Itachi, Bella Lucian, GavinAndTaraByrne to help with those words and what they meant essentially 

"Indeed DominicG. We enter a new era and I am excited to see what comes out in the next few weeks. How it is going to be shaped? Time will tell. This is surely going to be an interesting time"

Charlie smiled to himself, knowing that he had a few places to visit in the coming days. Many had died, it was time to pay his respects to the people who fought and gave their lives to this war. No matter which sides they had fought on, it was for what they believed in and what they had made. 

As DominicG started his speech, Tammy looked a bit sad.. She felt sorry for Dominic, who lost his father, but at the same time was saddened by the thought of her own father, her grandfather and her great-grandfather, who were all shot in the most recent war.

She stood and watched young WednesdayAddams reply to Dominic, and Tammy recognized the dark-haired woman.
Tammy remembered staring out of the window, seeing her father actually speaking with WednesdayAddams, as she, herself, was trying to make an attempt to try to take a first step to partly master the art of creating clumpless custard. She had to, because for all she knew she could one day meet an excellent chef, a great cook or even a decent food critic, or Gordon_Ramsey.

Anyway, whilst speaking to Ms Adams, her dad seemed to be reassuring her that day.. As he had walked off Wednesday had seemed slightly more relaxed, but it had in fact been the last time Tammy had seen her father walk off.
Tammy sighed, but after a while, she started thinking of the awkward sense of humour her dad had.. She remembered how MariaReynolds told him she had gone to the library to find out the meaning of her name. Unconsciously, Tammy smiled, as she mentally came back to the Streets discussion. Stepping forward, she spoke  

You are totally right, DominicG, but.. Where do we start, when you tell us to bond?
I think the current leadership should first start to enroll their urban planning ideas, to create homes for everyone, but I am sure they are working hard on the creation of a socioeconomic order, which will, as I assume, be structured upon the common ownership of the means of production and the absence of social classes. I must say that I do hope the new regime will still allow commercial coffee stores to exist, without the government interfering too much. We can't all eat beetroot soup, you know?

Turning to Wednesday, she asked
You don't want beetroot soup every day, do you?
After a quick smile, Tammy continued
You did not arrive at a bad time, you now have seen the most extreme of possible scenarios, and you can keep this as luggage, as experience, whilst the whole world lays wide open in front of you. There are endless opportunities for young gangsters now.

Shifting her look to Charlie__Pavanno, she found that he was wearing an awkward smile, as if.. he felt she had made a judgement about him. A judgement that she felt she had not made. Maybe she should invite him for coffee some day..

Larry had heard of a custard making course coming out of Boston.  Boston was the greatest city on earth, home to the most talented individuals know to man so it made sense that the best custard came from there too.  French Lick had many great attributes but it was Boston that Larry loved and Boston.  The powers that be felt it necessary to curtail Larry’s ambitions and declared Boston a no-go zone so here he was, mooching about the streets when he caught the word custard.  It was like catching a rabbit’s tail out of the corner of your eye; like the briefest of glimpse of panties when a woman uncrosses her legs in a short skirt…if you’re looking closely enough…allegedly.  He hunted Tammy out.

Excuse me miss, clumpless custard is the only custard available in Boston.  Why would you want clumps in custard at all?

Tammy smiled and turned around as someone seemed to recognize her voice from the custard-making-course that she had followed over an, unfortunately, quite unstable phone line very recently.

Extending her relatively small hand, she looked up to Big Bird, and chose to invite him to her latest shop.

Looking at you.. You are more of a latitude person than a longitude one, am I right? Did you know Boston and Detroit have the exact same latitude? Maybe you'd want to try my low-on-clump custard one of these days? The sensation of biting on a little clump is.. well.. sensational. Or in your terminology, it's Magic! Feel free to come to my new bakery in Detroit's Business District one of these days!

I do feel we are going a little off-topic here, though. Although.. Maybe quality of custard is exactly the progress DominicG meant..
Who knows..? She shifted her look back to Dominic

We all needed a much better tomorrow so this announcement where so damn good and he liked it 100% and would have said the same if going public like DominicG, very well spoken sir!

After raching out to this good speak he lights up a smoke and takes a walk back to the streets that more and more were populated which were very good for all and made him happier also.

Oriana stopped to listen to DominicG as he exhorted the crowd to begin building.

"A single question for you sir, if you please. You said that we should 'build new stronger bonds so that we can push forward in this way of life'; what do you mean by this? For those new to this society, how are these strong bonds best forged, in your experience?"

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