Boston, Massachusetts... once home to little more than colonists dumping an ass-load of tea in the water to protest high taxation while dressing like<del>Indians</del>Native Americans, today it is home to megacorps, Renraku Japanacorp, Mafia, Yakuza, IHA, ghouls, gangs of every shape and size and power, and millions of the strife-ridden with but a mere handful of people well beyond anybody's rightful means.  Wrought with fighting amidst ethnicities, meatatypes, crime organizations, corporations, classes, and just about anything else you can think of, with a couple of Z-zones thrown into the mix just because... and you have the home to the Eastern Financial Market based out of North Central Boston and one of the bigger trade-centers on the eastern seaboard of the UCAS.  Nobody here can really complain (though many do anyway); this place is one of the 'safer' places to live thanks to the exclusive security contract with Knight Errant, a Detroit-based security company, though that's assuming you don't piss them off or go somewhere you<em>really</em>shouldn't, and that's for your sake not theirs.<br/><br/>With all the the different forces at play here, and all the hands in the pot<del>not necessarily 'so to speak' if you know a ghoul</del>, even the poorest, dumbest, lamest sap, decker, whiz kid, or street samurai can find<em>something</em>to do around here...<br/><br/>And speaking of... waking up to the sound of an obnoxious speaker system from one of the<em>delightful</em>neighbors' cars yet again, Sarianna Lawhorn was greeted by the sight of the ceiling in her apartment in South Dorchester with the other low-class Irish-blooded men and women of Boston.  Everything from her eyes to her kitten ears and tail<em>hurt</em>to beat the band, a sort of throbbing pain pervading her form.  And speaking of form, she was naked next to her bed, not on it, though there weren't any traces of other people around, so she she hadn't been having sex, though the telltale signs of copious consumption of alcohol were evident.<br/><br/>In other words, it was a fairly normal morning for the young woman, with plenty in store for the rest of the day... if she isn't glued to the porcelain god in prayer, that is.