The Shadowrun Supplemental

This post is an index of all the Seattle Locations we have published. It will be updated roughly every week while we continue to publish Seattle Locations. If you wish, bookmark this index.

This index was last updated on: March 30th, 2006

Redmond Barrens:

• Baker Street Theatre

• The Bookshelf

• Bud’s Salvage
• The Butcher’s Block
• Catholic Cathedral Company
• Lo Fong’s Chinese Fortune Cookie Factory
• The Tower
• Twisted Lemon’s House of Magic
• The War Pit

Puyallup Barrens:

• Calico’s Cat
• Checkpoint 341
• The Real Checkpoint 341
• Corner of No & Where
• The Dirty Deeds Club
• Lawson’s Pit
• Jake’s U-Store-It
• Orchard Trailer Park
• Temple of the Winds
• Stiches
  

• U-Storage
  

U-Storage [Puyallup]

Converted Prefab Storage • 206 19th Avenue E • subtle bias against humans
• LTG NA/UCAS-SEA-425-017-8802

> No LTG number, no owners, nothing but a set of cargo-containers left here by a bankrupt shipping company back in the 20s. Some of the folks jacked the Seattle power grid, and now several of the containers have power outlets. Stolen porta-toilets comprise of most of the public restroom facilities.
> Jimmy B

> One container houses a pay to use bathroom & shower facility that has two rooms. One costs 5 nuyen 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 20 nuyen, 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 number refers to this bath facility, since it’s the only thing here with a genuine matrix connection.
> Anonymous

> If you want to get lost, this is the place to do it. Rent consists of paying off the local gangs, or proving that you’re too tough a hombre to pay protection. Most of the containers have power outlets, and it’s easier to hack a matrix connection than pissing on a gridguide pole. Grab yourself some cast-off street corner furniture and it’s home sweet home.
> Hiro

Stitches [Puyallup]

Shadowclinic • Edge of Hell’s Kitchen • Stitches, Owner

Where Stitches comes from and what race/species he is no one knows, or will say, but it’s known he won’t turn anyone who needs medical care away, even if they don’t have a single cred to their name. Despite his dubious appearance (he wears a raggedy and heavily mended cloak that is several times too large for him), Stitches has obvious skill in mundane and magical
healing.

The facilities are old and the waiting room is disgusting, stained by various things no one wants to think about, in addition to all sorts of bodily fluids. However, the actual operating room and recovery area is scrupulously clean.

Stitches’ is neutral territory, since the local gangs don’t want to go without the shadowdoc’s excellent services.

> Stitches makes a rather tidy profit by selling raw materials for talismongering from the various materials brought up by the lava flows. He’s also neutral about this business; he’ll deal with anyone or anything, and spirits guard those who are stupid enough to try to find out who his customers are.
> Firebird

Temple of the Winds [Puyallup]

Temple • 561 2nd Street Southeast • Makato Mizusawa, Head Priest
• LTG NA/UCAS-SEA 256-853-4444

A small Shinto temple used to sit on the spot now occupied by the Temple of the Winds. The old temple had a limited but dedicated following, but was small and rather run down. The eruption of Mt. Rainer completely destroyed the temple, leaving the lot burnt and barren. Once the ash settled, the surviving followers re-congregated, finding comfort in their faith. The Temple of the Winds was built upon the decimated site and now boasts a strong following. It is an impressive structure — not for its opulence, but merely its good repair and upkeep, a strong contrast to the surroundings.

> A very peaceful place, and a seed of hope in an area so very much in need of some.
> Canvas
“The pinnacle of [meta]human achievement is art.”

> And Yak ties?
> Posh

> Actually, I expected that, but found none. I think maybe even the Yaks respect the place too much to mess with it.
> Yak-cracker

Orchard Trailer Park [Puyallup]

Trailer Park • South of Stoney Lake • Jerry Shaw, Manager • LTG NA/UCAS-SEA 206-243-1210

Orchard Trailer Park is a run-down nasty slum by all appearances, but deep inside this park is much more than Trailer Trash Barbie ever bargained for, chummers. The Seattle Independence Movement maintains a substantial armory and a number of safe houses here. The movement uses this warren of winding and crowded trailers to rest up and plan their operations in Seattle.

> Lone Star rates this place a blanket ‘Z.’ If they send anyone inside for any reason, they usually pack at least three Mobmasters and air support. The SIM boys make any incursion into this park a real experience — it’s not unusual to find a hardened bunker or two with anti-tank missiles and PACs on hard points. The Feds are forever trying to get someone on the inside of this place, but as of yet have had little luck.
> Sarge

> The Movement is financed by a lot of corporations indirectly — the Big Ten would love to have Seattle in their pockets like they have New York. A lot of Seattle’s prominent citizens fund the movement as well. One corporation that definitely isn’t funding the Movement is Ares Macrotechnology. Ares has sponsored several runs specifically targeted at the Movement’s leaders. The recent influx of military-grade heavy weapons has made these runs especially dangerous of late.
> Zeus

> A walk through this park is like a step into Hell. Raw sewage and trash make that walk a sweet one; add in the armed camp mentality and the occasional firefight, and you begin to get the scene. The city has allowed services to lapse or just outright cancelled them. Fire crews have been directed to not respond to fires in the park unless the fire threatens to spread outside of it. Electricity and other utilities have been cut. The Movement has managed to set up or pirate some of these services, but a number of local businesses have also ignored the government’s orders and continue to provide services to people inside the park.
> Face

Jake’s U-Store-It [Puyallup]

6601 114th Avenue Ct E • Johan “Jake” Vedersen, Manager • Moderate bias against law enforcement

A bit of an anomaly in a time when vertical space is the way to go, Jake’s U-Store-It is comprised of 11 one story, rundown, flat roofed buildings divided into 2×2, 4×4 and 8×8 meter square rooms. Some them even have working lights and doors — others won’t open, won’t close, or just won’t lock. The perimeter is chain link, torn open in many places, some large enough to drive a vehicle right into. Jake, whose English is barely understandable, rents by the day, the week, or the month, cash only. No one really understands why it hasn’t become a parking garage yet, but no one really cares either.

> Hey I care! That’s our studio!
> Screaming Mimi
“Noise! Live tonight!”

> ‘Self Storage’ they called it, too true, you know half those rooms are someone’s hidey-hole. I mean who’s gonna bring back trouble when the rest of the place will lynch you if you bring the Star around?
> Snow

> Living in a 2×2 shed? I’ve done worse…
> Turnpike

Lawson’s Pit [Puyallup]

Small Gymnasium • 325B Thiele Way • Nimoy Lawson, Proprietor • Bias against law enforcement

Lawson’s is home to “the cleanest Pit Fighting in the Sprawl”, or so claims the less than hush-hush advertising. Gutterpunks trying to prove themselves, madmen with a passion for bare-handed violence, and squatters in desperate need of a few nuyen line up here every Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday night for a no-magic/no-cyber/no-weapons fight for the evening’s purse.

> Lawson is a real stickler about keeping his fights clean. Generally, there’s a couple powerful spirits on hand to handle rule-breakers, not to mention to the heavily wired bouncers that man the doors.
> Poison Ivy

> Lately a lot of corporate execs out for a night of ’slumming’ have been sneaking into the fights, which can make a nice extraction point if you have some corporate questions that need answered.
> Xavier

> Don’t let Lawson feed you his line about the Pit being a former Heavyweight Boxing trainer’s gym–the reality is that it used to be a roller-rink.
> SPD

The Dirty Deeds Club [Puyallup]

Strip Club • 131 N. Meridian Ave • Charlie MacFirbis • Bias against non-gangers • LTG NA/UCAS-SEA-113-430-7471

The Dirty Deeds Club has a main stage that has 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 over 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 dancers are mostly uninspired: 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 above the others.

A rather large donation is required to enter the second floor of the club, which looks over the downstairs with one-way (some say bulletproof) glass. Upstairs, better dancers are 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; and even more rumors of a third floor, 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 local gangs, Charlie MacFirbis has.

> Does every strip club have a hidden brothel in the back? No, but every club has bulldrek rumors aplenty.
> LED

> The nearly dead neon sign gives the random wanderer the first hint of the club’s condition. Dirty, rundown, floor covered with sawdust to ease sweeping up (when it happens). The glasses are clean, sometimes. A four-drink minimum is a hefty price to pay to enter the club, but some of the acts make it worthwhile.
> Twitch

> The Dirty Deeds club attracts 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 whichever gang happens to hold that territory that day. A second side entrance 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 tumultuous times, 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

Corner of No & Where [Puyallup]

Large Mansion, Junk Shop • 11113 46th St E • Justin and Bill Case, Operators

> Ever heard of Mr. Case? If not, then you should pay him and his “brother” Bill a visit. They live in this big 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 of 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.

Checkpoint 341 [Puyallup]

Military Checkpoint • Route 507 on the border of Seattle and Salish • Lt. Sam Hanies, OIC • LTG NA/UCAS-SEA 301-786-0012

This is the primary checkpoint for border crossing along Highway 507 from Seattle to the Salish-Shidhe Council. Manned by the UCAS Army, all travelers are required to present proper identification to make a border crossing.

> Checkpoint 341 is a good example of why UCAS soldiers should not be allowed to drink while guarding the border. Originally a customs checkpoint whose higher-ups were a little too lax on their lackeys, it obtained additional funding after one too many successful ‘runner teams made it across at high speed with Salish forces in hot pursuit. The funds were meant to go into beefing up defenses; instead it went into adding some recreational facilities.
> Moto42

> But I thought Check Point 341 was a bar?
> Puzzled

> A retired UCAS soldier started “Smittie’s,” a small bar/nightclub not far from the actual border crossing checkpoint and things got interesting. I’ve added the entry below.
> Dawg Face