Auburn
Bandit Clothing Company
Offering designer knockoffs at low prices, Bandit Clothing Company is unique for a few reasons. The company pays a bounty on animals normally considered “pests” by sanitary codes. They then process the animals into their textile products using only minimal plastic feedstock creating a ninety percent natural fiber. Workers and robots weave the fiber into the final products. Finished clothing is wholesaled straight from the factory doors to local consumers. The factory has become a sore spot to animal rights activists, but the local government defends the business as an “upstanding community service.” Having seen the size of rats in Auburn, I tend to agree.
> And unlike the Sanitary Office, you don’t need a SIN to collect the bounty. The pay ain’t so great, about ten cents per coon. And they pay SINless in store credit, but plenty of folk will swap the credit for cred - or something else, if you know what I mean. It’s not so uncommon these days to see an old beater driving around dragging a line of Devil Rats and Bandits all bludgeoned to death. You can get a bit more for the nasties like Gabriel Hounds and Incubi, but, of course, those ain’t as easy to catch either.
> I’ve heard they had trouble with Demon Rats attacking customers and generally making a nuisance around the factory. One friend even swears that a pair of them broke in and sabotaged some equipment before getting tasered by the night watchman.
> Perfecto Textiles is a subsidiary of Perfecto Polymers, which in turn is a subsidiary of Aztechnology. However, there’s absolutely no evidence of blood magic anywhere. Sorry, kids.
> They do use the animal remains to make telesma, however, and then wholesale it out the backdoor along with the cloths. Most of their stuff is junk, but a good third eye can point out a worthwhile piece here and there.
The Divider
Gambling on bare knuckle fights while drinking cheap synthol, what could be better? Other than the drinks, service, music, cliental, building codes, and location, nothing could improve. The bar hires two Orks or Trolls to duke it out for a night in front of smashed crowd. In exchange, they get fifty nuyen and funeral costs should they be needed – and they have been. The contestants are usually pumped up on drugs in addition to their mass, so the fights are more bloody and longer than you might expect. Falling plaster often spices your drink as the entire bar shakes when a fighter is knocked to the floor. Not a good place for most dates – or metahumans. > A few of the Night Hunters have taken to following the winner home and then beating him or her to death. Just to prove how strong they are, I guess. Lyle doesn’t case as long as he can get new fighters, and for a lot of Tusks it’s the only job around. >-- Trixless Wino > Wait a tic, aren’t the Night Hunters a Renton gang? What the hell are they doing in Auburn? >-- Whitewashing Windows
> I’m not surprised to see a splinter in Auburn, but I’d be surprised if they last.
>-- Twenty-Five to Life
Fire and Ice Funeral Services
Fire and Ice offers a full funeral service set to any of fifteen available religious settings, complete burial, shipping, and, their specialties, cremation or cryogenic storage. Since the arrival of Shedim the need for such services has grown exponentially, and luckily, the facilities can handle the demand. According to Fire and Ice, no Shedim has disturbed to slumber of a cryogenically stored person, which is all for the good. Built on top of an industrial incinerator, the funeral home can handle up to four funeral services at one time. The cryogenic chamber is open to relatives of the deceased and offers an affordable rent of around one hundred nuyen per year and one hundred fifty for Trolls. The current expansion project will insure a safe resting spot for many more. > That cryo chamber is spooky let me tell you. Rows and rows of dead people standing in those tubes with their blue faces at the windows. And they have this creepy music echoing through the whole place. We went and saw my grandma just that once, and nobodies been back since. >-- Strippeddown > The two owners are getting up there in age and the kids have started squabbling over the money distribution. Iggy’s kids want the cryogenic money separate from the funeral home, but the Fire twins don’t like that idea at all. >-- Trixless Wino > That music is from the janitor who lives in the upper levels. He's some kind of weird conjurer named Vincent something. He calls up the spirits of the “guests” and has them help him keep the place clean. I guess they’re only too happy to oblige. >-- Identical Forge
G Code
Located on the outskirts of Auburn’s heavy industrial zone, the obscure nightclub called G Code houses a small dance floor and a large bar. The club features the latest in Trans and Oblivion music pounded thought a nightmarish speaker system only a technophile could love. The drinks are as hard as the music, and the place is packed with workers and tech heads after the factories close. The club’s elite talk in a machine code that is fifty years obsolete. I only know that G-64 means “nice butt.” > I love this place. Just about the only place I feel like leaving the ‘Trix for these days. If you’re ever in with the in, you’ll never be out again. Get your G2 to the M101 and straight to the G0, baby. M2 >-- pecoferretlitterboxjunkie
Rest Right Inn
A clean and quite place to stay for those traveling on the cheap, the Rest Right Inn features large beds and fully automated service. Despite the rough neighborhood, the Inn is secure and easy to find. The rail-mounted drones lead the guest directly from their parking spot to their coffin or coffins. The machines have an overzealous cleaning streak, but that is easily overlooked for the price. Security is maintained by requiring a credstick prior to entering the parking lot and any damage is automatically taken from the accounts. If you’ve had trouble with drone taxis the Rest Right is not for you as the help routines are rather slim.
> When the machines tell you not to bleed on the floor: I suggest you don’t. Every drop is another yen.
>-- Twenty-Five to Life
Bellevue
Abdukrahman Prayer Center
The largest of the North American Abdukrahman centers, the Bellevue facility is ranked third in world by membership size, and it is second only to Cairo in donations. Housing eight thousand private prayer booths, each with live satellite feed from Mecca, two spacious communal rooms for gender separate denominations, and one smaller room for coed worship, Abdukrahman charges a nominal five nuyen per prayer fee. Membership features a ten percent discount when paid anually, and, as their faithful clients know, everything past maintenance goes to the charities of their choice. Each prayer booth is sanitized after use and completely soundproof and private. It goes without saying that all Abdukrahman centers face Mecca, but Ares Space has certified that the Bellevue alignment is within one one-hundredth of a degree.
> A lot of Muslim suits that work for the Japanacorps can’t worship in the enclaves for various reasons, most notably Shiawase where it is illegal to practice Islam. These poor wage slaves make the trip to a center five times a day! That’s if they can, anyway. Many make it just once a day or only on Fridays. Spotting those suckers is easy; they’re always paying triple a visit to atone.
Graciela Arroyo Ramírez de Covas, LTD
Right north of the Totem Lake Shopping center you’ll find a modest office building housing some of the finest and affordable medical specialists the city can offer. Among them is Graciela Arroyo Ramírez de Covas, one of the top sex abuse counselors in Bellevue. This tough little Gnome has the experiences to backup the practice. Group and individual session are readily available with appointment, plus she accepts most major insurance cards, including UCASocial.
> Along with a history of abuse by her father, Graciela is actually a convicted sex offender herself with three counts of rape and molestation. But before any of you vigilante types go and burn a cross on her lawn, you should know she spent seven years in McMillin before signing up for the experimental parole treatment. She, like many others, had prototype personality fix cyberware installed that corrects deviant thought, and I mean any deviant thought. She gets violently ill at the thought of just jaywalking. Makes the parole implants they have now seem down right humane.
> Makes her all the easier target, too. Council Island
Anakausuen Auto
Daniel Anakausuen is an Algonquin mechanic who runs a large gas station, towing, and auto garage on Council Island. In his spare time, he refurbishes antique cars. >One of Daniel's personal idols is Jesse James >--Kaliska
Bobcat Mountain Medical Equipment
This three-man outfit sells parts and repairs medical equipment for Island clinics. They've also been known to help local residents repair household items, free of charge. > The locals go on about what a sweet old man Thunderheart is. In reality, most of the Council’s gunrunning is through that shop. Lee’s two assistants spend most of their time scratching off serial numbers. The stream of weapons has been on the down low since Eagle moved in, but shipments from the First Nations, the Ragers, the Cutters, and the Ancients still happen, just not as often. >-- Smiley > Thunderheart just used the gunrunning to make contacts in some of the Seattle gangs. They got instructions on what to watch for and where to send the information from him. The Sioux Office of Military Intelligence set it all up. I guess the pay is very good. >-- Demongoddess > Got any proof? I admit that it answers a lot of questions, and Lone Star has long known the smuggling occurred. But we could never connect it to any one person. Last I heard was they suspected Seraphim was behind it, and before that the Templars. >-- X-Star > Only that the Yakuza hired me to watch a First Nations ganger and trace any calls he made. They claimed another member of the gang had tipped them off that this loser was selling information to someone. They wanted to know whom. I did as requested and traced every fragging call he made, which was numerous. Only one was suspicious in that he left a voice message at a quilt store in Denver. The message was basically a weather report, but he ended it by saying “It’ll be a while before I can do this again.” Naturally, I hoped over and waited for something to retrieve the message, which didn’t take long. A really stealthy program wormed into the box and copied the message, obviously altering the original as it did. I decided to trace it, and, boy, did it put up a fight. I barely managed get the trace before it dumped me, but it led straight to the not-so-secret OMI headquarters in Denver, Warrior Entertainment and Casting. >-- Demongoddess
Council Island Heliport
The Heliport is a recent addition due to the increased tensions between the Salish-Shidhe Council and the UCAS troopers pouring into Seattle. Commanded by Cris Jumping Crow, a recently promoted Cascade Ork ex T-bird commander, the Heliport hosts several transport helos as well as two military T-Bird 'couriers' that the UCAS is very unhappy about the Salish-Shidhe Council having in the heart of Seattle. >Cris Jumping Crow's a T-bird jockey that knows what she's doing. The Salish-Shidhe council used to depend on her to run down those smugglers they wanted apprehended. >--Josie Cruise >The Heliport is so close to the Western checkpoint on I-90 that it's effectively protected from attack by the AA defenses around the checkpoint. It's also very close, virtually down the road, to most of the Council buildings. >--Steel Lynx
Island Crest Way Emergency Landing Strip
Also in accord with the increased levels of tension, the Salish Shidhe council has done with Island Crest Way what Singapore has done with many of their highways. Along a level, straight section of the road, from the remains of SE 78th Street at the southern end of Council Island up to Se 58th Street, has been widened considerably to a four lane highway, with large potted trees running down the middle of the smooth roadway and the trees cleared back from either side and replaced with colorful bushes and flowering shrubs. This drastic move has given the island a 1800 meter runway that can be ready in less than half an hour by simply moving the potted trees down the center median off the roadway. >Wait a minute, that's 200 meters too short to land a normal aircraft. The'd have to rely on STOL transports. >--Josie Cruise >What you're forgetting is that the road continues on both ends of the runway. Granted it's not as wide as the rest, but if the pilot can touch down right at the edge of the runway, there's enough road for him to coast to a stop before it curves away to the right. >--Bushwacked
Island Crest Memorial
This historical marker features a life size wood sculpture of three children holding a dove towards the sky. Using magic, the famous artist Leland Looking Horse made the sculpture from a single sapling growing on the location. A plaque lists the names of the people killed when Seattle police opened fired on a peaceful demonstration protesting the Reeducation Camps.
> The weird thing is that the sculpture is still living. It’s got roots, which sustain it I guess because it shows up on the Astral as alive, though it seems perpetually sad.
> The demonstration wasn't all that peaceful, though I don't know who started the trouble. A few cops were buried as well, and you don't see their names on any plaques. Rumor has it that one of their ghosts haunts the Memorial, but I can't confirm it.
> Is it just me or does Council Island have more ghosts than the rest of the city combined?
> Not really, but it does have quite a few. I suspect that some of them are really free city spirits that enjoy playing pranks on the locals. Masquerading as ghosts diverts any real attention to the cause.
> Except from all the ghost hunters. 'Course most of them can't get passes to the Island, so the point is moot. Maybe you're on to something.
Travelers’ Lodge
Originally built to accommodate the influx of construction workers to the Island when the Amerindians took over, Travelers’ Lodge terms their rooms as cozy and their service as affordable. Small rooms and overworked staff seem adequate descriptors as well. Guests can expect a decent breakfast and clean rooms, but little else.
> The cliental now consists mostly of diplomatic assistants, lobbyists, and petitioners to the Sovereign Tribal Council. Fran is very protective of the petitioners because he son was once one. The Comanche Mob didn’t like the questions he was raising and geeked him over it. After that, Fran hired Hard Corps for security despite the cost. They work extra hard to make Eagle Security look bad.
UCAS Military Liaison Adjunct to the Salish-Shidhe Council
Despite not having a consulate on Council Island, the UCAS Military Coordination Office graciously provided a liasion office to keep the Salish Ambassador abreast of activates in the region. It has greatly eased tensions over the military personal stationed in Seattle.
> Oh, that’s a good one. The office was really a front for gathering intelligence on the Salish and has caused more trouble than a barrel full of dragons. Her Ladyship, Laura Drywell of the Wentchee, pretty much castrated our noble LTC Chang in front of a packed crowd at the Council Island Inn. Besides accusing her of recruiting spies and spreading disinformation, Laura also insinuated that the Shannon’s husband was excellent in bed. Things started to fall apart real fast after that.
> The Liaison office is a quiet, unassuming little building with lush trees growing right up to the cool, stucco wall. But don't let that fool you. While the trees might look like an easy way in, what you don't see is that the wall is topped with monowire, and the trees help to conceal it. Everett
Everett Yacht Club
Jacob Tolls is the president of the Everett Yacht club, located just down the road from the 10th Street Marine Park & the dock for the Everett Ferry. The club is membership only, with hefty membership fees permitting only the upper class socialites the pleasure of kicking back in the large and luxuriously appointed club house. >The president is elected every four years by that years current paid membership. For the past twelve years, Mr. Jacobs has helped a good many new members join every oh....four years or so. >--Society Watcher
Glitter and Gold Architects
One of the few skyscrapers to recently grace the shores of Everett, this breathtaking building of glittering golden glass was built straight onto the Puget Sound and features a monorail station on the fifth floor and two shopping centers on the floors above and below. Tours of the building end on the sky deck just in time for sunset, and the view is just to die for.
> Crawlies Club on the sixth floor serves up mediocre dance music but excellent drinks made from insects. You can sometimes find Jason Gold, the business side of Glitter and Gold, working the latest puzzles at Godzoniks next door.
> A fixer named Karl Lobe does a lot of work for Gold. Most of the runs are against Exavier Architecture and Design, Glitter’s chief rival and Jamil Islamyah pet. The runs started coming the other way once Glitter and Gold won the Abdukrahman contract, and now the two firms regularly duke it out over bids.
> Which meant both corps started spending more and more resources on their Matrix and physical security. The online hosts were cleaned of anything sensitive, and no one’s found a backdoor into either system. Even when they were accessible, the hosts were layered well and laced with dark ice. > These companies both work hand in hand with security corps to build SotA complexes. It’s their fragging jobs to find new ways of drekking your life up. >-- Nightrunner
The Lasercade
A combination arcade and coffin motel, the Lasercade fits right into the hip entertainment scene of Everett. One particular feature not missed out by the night life is the availability of king-sized 'coffins' for nightly rent. While your standard coffin hotel only fits one human-sized individual in a squeeze, the double width & length-sized king-sized coffins can fit two average sized metahumans or one troll.
>Definitely something the 'night-life' hasn't looked over. A couple of the pimps out here have back-alley
deals with Spence for the reservation of a couple dozen of these coffins a night. The coffins rented out
this way rotate each night to cut down on busts by the local 5-0 and ol' Spence maintains an attitude of
'innocence' about the whole deal.
Nagassani Education Center
Standing on the campus of Nagassani feels like landing in another world: lush green grass, tall shady trees, and a cool breeze in the warm air. Kids are all around laughing and chatting. Handsome wood and brick buildings populate the spacious area, each designed specifically for their function of education and housing. The whole complex is contained in a crystal clear dome, which shields the occupants from the harsh reality, much like the school’s education practices. The Center boasts five hundred students that are housed year round with an amazing student to teacher ratio of 15 to 1. Parents are kept informed by Matrix feeds and can even monitor their child’s activities live. Cameras and drones keep a vigil at every turn, and the noxiously polite guards gently nudge the kids to the classrooms. Don’t expect to send your kid here for under one hundred thousand nuyen a year plus food, clothing, and all the other normal costs. The menial staff is trained manners and skills by chip while the teachers are plucked from top universities and schools around the globe. Nagassani doesn’t need to resort to dirty tricks to get their teachers due to the phenomenal benefits, but their competitors sometimes do.
Orks and Trolls are automatically assumed retarded and placed in appropriate “private education modules” to “contain destructive tendencies,” and that means everything you think it does. Don’t expect them, the truly mentally or even physically handicapped students to learn anything here. And yes, ma, I’m still bitter.
Omniplex Inn
This two-story institutional-looking coffin motel was built by Omniplex housing corp to house the migrant workers that tend the fields and the machines that harvest the produce from farms across Snohomish. The coffins are all very cheap, with no real amenities. Communal Restrooms are available on each level. >Don't go looking for a place to jack in here. The place is completely unwired, and barely powered. There's no trid, no phone, nothing inside the coffins but a dry place to sleep whose door you can lock. There are no cameras, and security is minimal, mostly provided by the nomad workers who use the place. >--Hangman >There's an unofficial black market here, which mostly deals in conveniences and cheap simdecks. Occassionally you can get your hands on a few cheap firearms, but nothing flashy. If you're looking for a quiet place to lay low, this could be it. >--Shadowclaw
UCAS Naval Station Everett
The Seattle Metroplex Guard maintains the bulk of their naval forces from this extensive one square kilometer base. More of a patrol craft station than a proper military naval base, the Metroplex Guard stationed here is tasked with patroling the Seattle Metroplex waterfront. >Formerly US Naval Station Everett, it is full of the usual outdated equipment that the Metroplex Guard is stuck with. It's a good thing that Seattle is screened by the Salish-Shidhe navy, cause the rust buckets at Everett couldn't stop a PT boat, let alone a carrier battlegroup. >--Belle Morte Fort Lewis
Omniplex Apartments
One of the few high-rise buildings in the Fort Lewis area, the Omniplex Apartments feature both parking garages and helipads on multiple levels. Apartments range in size from tiny single person dormitories measuring a scant 2 meters by 4 meters with a cubical sized shower and bed that retract and autoclean/sterilize, recessed refrigerator, fold-away tables and wall-mounted personal telecom unit, to family suites. Most apartments are aimed at ex-military and military families, and can be used as an additional barracks in a pinch under contract to the UCAS Armed Forces.
Vintage Expedition Car Shop
With a few trusted employees and masterful skill, Kevin Tielacha can transform what many call junk back into a beautiful car of eras past. A trade passed down from his father and his father before him, this family man calls up the dreams of yesteryear in the form of steel and combustion engines. Because many of these vehicles cannot run on modern fuels, Vintage Expedition also sells customized mixed gasoline from their antique pumps. The shop is always a treat for any car lover.
> They’ve had to expand the fuel business to make up for lagging sales. They can mix up pretty good juice for just about anything with an engine. His main clients are mercenaries looking to get a little more punch or fuel efficency. If you got something unique, Kev will make it and make it right, but at a high price.
> But if you bring him a Nissan 2013 5-point distributor cap (whatever that is) with the factory sticker, you’ll find the price much more reasonable. Kevin’s a real nice guy, but don’t go pushing the wrong buttons. He’s strictly legit.
> Every once in a while some trog gets it in his head that these cars have to be worth something and decides to steal one. Turns out Kevin has quite a few friends, mercenary and MP. That coupled with the small market for the old things makes for a pretty quick recovery and retribution. Pullayup
Corner of No & Where
Ever heard of Mr. Case? If not, then you should pay him and his "brother" Bill a visit. They live in this big, once red brick mansion in Puyallup. The thing seems to attract garbage like drek does flies. Even inside there's litter everywhere - only don't call it junk, as both Justin and Bill seems to collect and sell it. Justin’s a small time fixer who goes by the name Mr. Case. He specializes in exotic items and rare telesma. Bill, on the other hand, is a handyman extraordinaire. He can fix just about anything, and what he can’t, Mr. Case can. They make house calls, but that costs extra, a lot extra. >-- Roadrunner > If you happen to see garbage moving without any visible cause, don't sweat it. It's just their roommate, an ally spirit, that they call Grumpy. I don’t know who the master is or if it even has one. >-- Wiggy > I heard you had a disagreement with the three, Wiggy. Something about a girl, three bottles or gin tonic, and a Dwarf surgeon... Care to enlighten us? >-- Roadrunner > No comment. >-- Wiggy > If you know just who to ask and how, you can meet What at No & Where. The doctor is well known to those that do, for what What does he’s second to none. >-- Mister E.
U-Storage
No LTG#, no owners, nothing but a set of cargo-containers left here by a bankrupt shipping company back in the 2020's. Some of the folks jacked the Seattle powergrid, and now several of the containers have power outlets. Stolen portatoilets comprise of most of the restroom facilities. One container houses a pay to use bathroom & shower facility that has two rooms. One costs 25nY a use and has a set of cheap shower stalls, sinks, and toilets - half of which are broken at any one time. The other room costs 100nY a use, and has much nicer facilities for showering and getting ready. The second is so rarely used by residents that it's almost in pristine condition. The LTG# refers to this bath facility, since it's the only thing here with a genuine matrix connection. Renton
Club Insomnia
A converted parking garage from the early 2020's located a stones throw away from the MCT Convention Center, Insomnia features different musical genres on each level. The ambiance of the ceramacrete building are excellent due to every other floor being removed to create large, vaulted spaces. Each level has a wrap-around balcony with bars on both the dance floor and balcony. The first two levels feature popular club music. The basement plays Troll Thrash and NeoMetal, with special sound dampening on the roof cutting down the noise heard outside. The fourth level has gothic/industrial DJs and bands playing every night. The two floors above the fourth level are normal in height and feature private meeting rooms and a couple of spartan suites which can be rented from the owner at a price. Meeting rooms on the fifth level have tinted windows that look out and down upon the dance floor on level four. >Turkish cut a deal with MCT whereby Mitsuhama rents out the roof of his building for additional AA turrets and sensor suites that watch over the nearby MCT Convention Center. The whole roof is completely sealed off and covered with so much security not even a pigeon could land there without being toasted. In return, MCT keeps Lonestar off of his back and responds to alarms with MCT security goons. All of this torques off Lonestar, but MCT claims it's just keeping the neighborhood safe as a courtesy to the Star. >--Macavity
MCT Arena Convention Center
The MCT convention center is a 1.6 million-square-foot sports facility and retail and entertainment complex, brought about through a public private partnership with the Seattle Metroplex and Mitsuhama Computer Technologies. The facility hosts 40,000 seats and includes 230 luxury suites, 2500 club seats, offices, and practice facilities, along with an automated roughly 800-space underground parking garage that racks and stacks vehicles for maximum capacity. The MCT Convention center overlooks Liberty Park, within sight of the Renton Metroplex Airport, at a major hub of the Seattle Metro system. Built atop existing subway lines and along the bank of Cedar River , the center's computer modeled design utilizes seven different foundation types, each a best fit for a particular section of the building. The MCT Center exemplifies the mixing of sports facilities with retail, living and entertainment space for maximum use and efficiency. Theaters, restaurants, residential quarters, offices and much more make this a thriving center of urban development in the Renton area. >The complex foundation and requisite support systems for the metrolines that intersect beneath the MCT Convention center might lead you to think that it's a good candidate for entrances to the Ork Underground, but this isn't the case. MCT security has the underground areas locked up tighter than a bank vault, with drones along all the access tunnels, air-tight steel bulkhead doors and more. Every possible access point to the underground is traced with ultrasound scanners and sealed with concrete. All part of their anti-terrorism measures. >--Natch >You're not kidding. Don't even think about violating airspace over the convention center. Renton Airport a couple blocks away hosts not just a Lone Star air unit, but a unit of Metroplex Guard Air Cavalry as well. >--Twitch >In all honesty, the metro system is the best way to sneak into the convention center. They have all the latest weapon and chemical detectors there, but there's so much traffic that if you can plant a weapon on a mark in front of you and let him trigger the alarms and the guards, you can usually sneak past while they nab him. Old tricks are the best tricks. >--Macavity
Renton Metroplex Airport
Originally the home of Renton Municipal Airport, Renton Metroplex sports a runway system modeled after the old Hong Kong Kai Tak International airport in which major sections of the airstrip are built onto a system of giant barges floating on Lake Washington giving it full-sized runways double the area of the land to which the barges are permenantly moored. The area on land has been transformed into rows of helipads built atop a modern complex of hangers each leased to a different air service, as well as a large underground parking garage and a spur off of the Seattle Metro System for public access. Renton Metroplex boasts offices and hangers for all five of Seattles air taxi services as well as several private transport companies. >Easy enough to get in and around, if you look like you belong. >--Maelwys >What Maelwys means to say is that the security here's not as tough at SeaTac International. One this place only handles local flights, mostly just the Seattle metroplex, although there are flights to Vancouver for the Salish-Shidhe. The Tir doesn't fly anything through Renton, not secure enough for them. Be careful though, both Lone Star and the Seattle Metroplex Guard have a presence here, as this airfield is conveniently centralized for them. >--Macavity >Oh, you talk like someone who's never tried to hijack an air taxi while trying to seduce a Metroplex Guard crew chief. >--Maelwys >Well it would have worked if you hadn't clubbed her over the head with the wheel chocks. >--Macavity >Macavity & Maelwys. We ought'a call you Mayhem and Havoc. >--Feathers >Excuse me, He's Havoc and I'm Mayhem. We're a double act. >--Maelwys Snohomish
Uncle Chan's Music and Magic
Uncle Chan's is a combination talismongers and underground music shop, featuring a very rare collection of CDs, vinyl and even 8-tracks. Kim Chan is amazingly spry for his alleged age of 118 and quick to rap the knuckles of any roaming hands. The magical side has a distinct chinese theme, with rare magical gear mixed in amidst a bewildering array of chinese sculptures, buddhas, prayer beads, clothing and other knick-knacks. >118? Yeah right, I've seen him sweeping the sidewalk in front of his store. That chinese dude can't be older than 70 or 80 max. >--Darin >Whatever his age is, I wouldn't mess around with him in his own store. I once witnessed 'Uncle' drop two gangers just by reaching out to touch them. Funny thing is, I didn't see any magic involved at all. One minute they were standing and the next they were out cold. Then he calmly stepped over them and offered me some tea. >--Minx >I've heard that he's one of the few chinese store owners to turn down the Triads and not get waxed. Word came down from above that he's not to be touched, I wonder why? >--Twitch
Dirty Deeds Club, The
The Dirty Deeds Club has a main stage that gives enough room for three "dancers" at a time, providing a nearly round the clock assortment of female flesh for the club's patrons to drool and dream about. The club is not very discriminating, with ork, elf and human women dancing, though dwarves and trolls still haven't made an appearance. The dancing is mostly uninspiring, mainly the SINless trying to make it through another day, bringing home a sometimes substantial amount of money. However, some of the women do seem to shine through more then others. This, of course, leads to the second floor of the club. A rather large donation is required to enter the second floor of the club, which looks over the downstairs with one-way glass (some say its bulletproof). Once upstairs, many of the more prominent dancers are often on closer display for prominent guests of the club. There are rumors that the dancers can be bought for a night, an hour, or even 15 minutes depending on the price. Some say that there's even a room upstairs where more...private parties can occur. Despite these rumors, Lone Star still hasn't touched the club, leading many to wonder what sort of connections, beyond the expected local gangs, Charlie MacFirbis has. >The nearly dead neon sign gives the random wanderer the first hint of the club's condition. Dirty, rundown, the floor covered with sawdust to ease sweeping up (when it happens). The glasses are clean, if only due to the watered down drinks. A four-drink minimum is a hefty price to pay to enter the club, but some of the acts make it worthwhile. >--Maelwys >The Dirty Deeds club manages to attract a clientele that most other clubs are happy to leave behind. The main entrance, a small rundown doorway facing the street, is often patrolled by which gang happens to hold that territory that day. A second side entrance located in a nearby alleyway also provides entrance to the club, though the security there is much tighter, access limited to club employees only (usually). >--Feathers >During particularly bad days, it is not unusual to see one gang guarding the doors during the day, only to have been replaced by another gang by night. >--Minx Tacoma
Rube Cube
A fairly standard coffin hotel built about 20 years ago and kept in a state of barely livable repair. Approximately 20% of the coffins are nonfunctional on any given night and the layout is a fire chief's nightmare, with coffins tucked into corners all over the place, and four stairwells placed seemingly at random through the six-story structure. >While the matrix host is ancient and a cinch to hack into, some of the newer coffins aren't placed where their numbers would indicate. Since Jack Ruby simply pulls and replaces dead coffins at random, the numbering scheme is shot to hell. Not an easy place to find a particular coffin. >--Macavity
TransPac Shipping Company
Large shipping company with a fleet of massive freighters that load and unload at the Tacoma dockyards. Yoshido Makekawa inherited the shipping firm from his father, Hiroshi Makekawa and expanded it by buying out the neighboring Seatech Freight.
Universal Exports
A British travel and transportation company with branches all over the world. >Rumors say that this is a cover for one of the British intelligence agencies. The fact that the host for Universal Exports is Red hard and swarming with black IC would tend to support that idea. >--Macavity
Sea Air Ground Solutions, Inc (SAGS)
Worldwide air courier, air and ocean freight, and ground truck freight specialist that offers 24 hour delivery and one-stop shopping for all transporation needs. Their offices and warehouses are placed between the Tacoma docks and road and rail lines that run parallel to the docks expediting cargo transfers. |
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