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晚會時間 (Party Time) Where there’s a party, there’s drugs and Los Santos was about to have a big one. With the announcement of Sandchella, a music festival held on the Sandy Shores airfield, Los Santos had its citizens ready to party and forget about the stress of life for a while. The Four Seas Order knew exactly how to take advantage of that and were more than happy to supply some stress relievers. Preparing for a big day, Leo visited their favourite citizen of Little Seoul to pick up bags and drug scales. With the supplies in the bag of his van, Leo made his way up to his house in Sandy where Ling and Jackson were already working hard on the tables, preparing drugs to be packed up and sold at the festival. With their bags filled with weed and ecstasy, they made their way to the festival site. The crew hid their bags inside the bushes a few meters removed from the event, out of sight from the many cops patrolling the area. Once they made sure that no one could spot their goods, they marched through the dry Sandy Shores heat, past security and into the festival, seeking out their first customers. It didn’t take too long for the group to sell their first batch of drugs to the festival goers, who were more than appreciative of the weed and pills. This evening was going to be a fun one. Not long after, it became apparent that the plan was a total success. The Four Seas Order had seemingly hooked up half of the festival with drugs to last the festival and then some. Thomas and Ling met an old friend they had not seen in a while and after a friendly chat to catch up on what all had happened and to explain what brought them to this festival. Thomas knew that his friend had been a lifelong raver and thus offered to sell the last batch of his drugs to him, which he happily accepted. Job well done, all the drugs had been sold and so the group met back and headed back to their drug van to count the spoils of the evening. Once the cash was shared within the crew, they decided to head back into the city, capping off a successful day.

凝聚社區 --- (Bringing the Community Together) --- The sun was setting, begging to dip below the horizon when the roar of car engines began to fill the parking lot of the The Pipeline Inn. The parking spaces soon filled, engulfing the area in a mix of exhaust fumes, random chatter, and a variety of music coming from the different vehicles. People from all walks of life within Los Santos had come out to take part in the festivities of the night. The maroon Chino Custom was pulled up in front of the establishment and soon a DJ was blaring music behind it, all the while raffle tickets were being bought up in hopes of winning the displayed car. Those in attendance gathered, old friends seeing each other again and new friends meeting for the first time. For one night it didn't matter what set you represented or what position you held in the city, everyone came together. Not even the presence of the LSPD would dissuade the event goers, with some of the uniformed police officers purchasing their own raffle tickets. Then came the squeak of hydraulics whistling through the night as the Vatos pulled up, filling out the rest of the parking spaces. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0O80C0QwS8o&ab The night was already a success and it had only just begun. The legal workers associated with FSO moved through the crowds, monitoring the event. The opening of the Noodle House and the turnout from that had given them the much needed motivation to keep these community interactions going. Instead of hiding in the shadows the Four Seas Order had taken a different approach, boldly stripping away any mask to hide them from the public eye. While running drugs, robbing, and eliminating rivals could provide profit there was a bigger picture in the eyes of FSO. These events allowed for networking across the board, legal and illegal coming together. Plans were made, contacts were established, and these interactions were breaking the mold used by every other illegal faction in the city. As the night began to wind down the last calls for the car raffle were being made. A steady rotation of cars moved across the highway to take advantage of the free fuel from Purm's Pumps, the local petrol station that had sponsored the event. Others lined up using the fuel station's ATM to withdraw money for a last minute ticket. As the crowd gathered around the Chino Custom the music lowered from the DJ. The onlookers glanced down to check their ticket numbers one last time while the event coordinators reached down to pull the winning stub. Even the LSPD took part, the announcement of the winner blared out over their megaphone. Despite only one person driving away with the prize there wasn't a single ounce of disappointment, the night had been one to remember. The crowd started to disperse, with a long line of cars filing out of the parking lot. The members of the Four Seas Order watched until the final car exited, a bit of relief and a lot of pride within the group. Gathering together the crew stood for a quick picture before calling it a night. Their own caravan of vehicles speeding off down the freeway disappearing as they made their way towards the Noodle House.

Great stuff as always, looking forward to the next posts!

統一 (Unity) --- While the conflict with Daichead Gadaí was raging throughout Los Santos and Blaine County, the Four Seas Order were still planning to open their Noodle House, as they have ever since buying the property. Once they had settled on a date, Charlie and the Pandas began setting up the soft opening of what in the future shall become their way of connecting with the public. They decided that they would make this a private event, open only to certain other gangs and close friends. Invitations were sent out to their good friends of Los Aztecas and the Triads, and even their not-so-good Irish friends of Daichead Gadaí. Over the next few days, people were asked to sign up as waiters and security for the evening as everyone was anticipating the big day. As a show of gratitude and respect, there would be no entry fee and food would be on the house; Their cook Thomas was in for a hell of a night. Once Sunday had arrived and it was almost time to welcome their guests, everyone made their way down to the mask store to get dressed in their traditional outfits that they would wear from now on for their events at the Noodle House. Upon their arrival back at the restaurant, the parking lot was already starting to fill up with Aztecas and Triads. The Pandas hosting the event greeted as many people as they could before heading inside for a final briefing to get everyone on the same page before the doors were to open and their guests could finally experience a taste of what FSO had in store for the future. As the night kicked off, the tables were soon full of people, their conversations engulfing the room in chatter. Topics emerged and faded as fast as they could speak, after all Los Santos was a busy place. It was a rare occurrence though for this sordid crew to be able to relax and just talk over a nice hot bowl of noodles. As the mouth-watering smell of the noodles filled the restaurant, some of the guests got up and started dancing and having a good time to the music being played by Travis, our DJ for the night. With the interaction still flowing amongst the occupants of the Noodle House certain staff suddenly showed a bit of an alarm in their expressions. The word had gone out that Irish were circling the block, making their presence known in a rather interesting fashion given that they were invited to the gathering. Cooler heads prevailed and the roar of the green motorcade faded into the distance. Those who had went on alert making their way back inside, casually returning to the conversations they had left behind. As the crowd filed out after the final calls, the night had been a success on many levels. Even the Irish leadership had decided to stop by and make an appearance. The Noodle House began to wind down, waiters taking a moment to rest in a booth, dishes clanking in the kitchen, and congratulations on the outstanding opening night being passed around.

Got to go on a field trip with the vatos!

Congratulations!

Love the update!

Looks awesome, good luck!

Excited to see what the future holds, IC interactions have been stellar so far, good luck!