[Rooftop of the Bikeshop, Riverside, Jacksonville, CAS. April 14th, 12:52am 2076]
College and Stockton is an active drug corner and business is booming right now. The good news is it's about 2 degrees cooler here in Riverside than on the Southside due to the westerly winds moving over the St Johns river to get to you. The bad news is that Riverside smells a LOT worse for the same reasons. The man running the show here on the corner is a large Filipino ork with long cartoon red hair. You haven't seen him talk with anyone, except to get more food from one of the numerous temporary stalls set up on the street nearby, but you're sure he's the manager of this particular area. And a profitable little area it is, even without the citywide party that seems to be happening at the moment. After parking the bike, the two of you find your way around the back to the fire escape and, following the flashing lights and loud music from above, climb your way to the rooftop.
As your gaze reaches up over the edge, you come face to face with what looks like a major motion picture being filmed up here. There's a crew of about eight or nine people, mostly humans and dwarves, controlling three large mobile lighting rigs as well as the near dozen or so flyspies and rotodrones hovering and swarming around the three performers who are bathed in light from multiple sources at once. Two of the men, you recognize as Zane, the dwarven DJ from earlier, and One67. But the third, a young, well-muscled black orkish male with thick, tight cornrows; you don't recognize. They're standing on the edge of the building and rapping cryptically in all directions as a young human magician off camera (Although, it'd be fair to say that due to the sheer number of cameras up here flying around, there probably isn't a single inch of this rooftop that is actually "off-camera".) projects a constantly changing stream of clothes onto their bodies, presumably through trid phantasm or some similar spell. He's making no effort to hide his involvement in the process, and is in fact, hamming it up a bit, swaying and dancing with the music as his illusions change again and again. He almost seems to want people to know "Hey! I'm the mage, here!"
It only takes maybe half a verse before One67 notices the two of you and smiles all huge. He stops in mid-verse and starts walking purposely toward the two of you with that big goofy grin of his. "Ayo!" His large voice booms over the music for a brief moment and you notice the trid crew behind him collectively give a disappointed groan as the filming abruptly grinds to a halt. "Ayo, Fuck yall mawfuckers, yo! Yall mugs be gettin paid by the hour and shit, so for real, fuck yall and all that bullshit, wiz?" He finishes yelling at the crew as he passes by a folding chair, picking up a spliff from it on his way to meet you. "So... Whatchyall think, huh? The set-up... The beats... The concept... Shit is frakkin nova, yo, wiz?" Then, he changes his tone to a more serious one.
"So, what's the deal, yo? I know yall aint come here to be in no rap trid..."