You make your way back west along Redmond Way back to Bellevue to go pick up Mercedes bike, and by the time you arrive back in Touristville, Woofer leading the way and Mercedes following on her bike, the time is
11:00. The crowd of Seattleites enjoying the freedom of the club strip is now in full swing and all the neon lights and AR signs of the various establishments are lit up enticing pedestrians to enter and just let it all out. Let out all the tension and anxiety that has become practically a natural part of life in the Sixth World. Be it the dysfunctional legacy of families torn apart by goblinization or plague to the point where most goblinized metahumans don't even know who their grandparents were, or be it the constant fear of losing your cushy office job just because you failed a security mages mind read and thought the wrong thoughts. Everyone's got something that keeps them looking behind their shoulder. Touristville is where these two worlds meet, the borderland between the SINers and the SINless.
The geisha house which was deep in Redmond is known as the "Pearl Tongue" and is still operated by the Yakuza but smack dab in territory which has been controlled by Crimson Crush for a number of years now. Sheldon Yamani, the well known leader of C.C. is the ork who is solely responsible for the solid control they exercise over most of the neighborhoods. Unlike most of gang leaders of Seattle who rise and fall in the matter of a few months, Sheldon has stayed on top for the better part of 10 years through his expansion of neighborhood aid which gives him rock solid support among the locals and his development of the C.C. Crushers. Sheldon's philosophy has always been quality over quantity, and by investing huge percentages of C.C.'s drug revenue to create a small but elite force of soldiers which protect the neighborhood and carry out the heavy lifting of maintaining a turf, he has made C.C. the most powerful gang in the Barrens. For this reason the Oyobun's have decided to compromise and instead of going to war, they pay protection and C.C. pretty much allows them to conduct business normally and guarantees safe passage of customers into and out of the neighborhoods.
As you turn off of Redmond Way and head south, the level of infrastructure dramatically declines and street lights overhead start to look more like jerry-rigged strings of christmas lights but surprisingly the Wifi levels remain strong. The location of the Pearl Tongue is not even given a street name but merely a GPS coordinate with an address that merely say "near doctor house" as is the custom in off-grid urban zones.
Going south the street eventually reaches a T-intersection along a 10 foot high wall covered in CC graffiti and on the other side you see the upper-levels of tenements covered with tin roofing and clothes-lines strung up in between. You turn east and drive along the wall which extends for blocks and blocks, all of the street lights burned out and the only illumination is your head lights and the moonlight since the sky has cleared up.
[OOC: -2 Visibility modifier for those without low-light vision, -1 for ultra-sound.] However, about 2 blocks away you see a group of about 3 figures standing in front of an entrance in the wall and further progress down the same street you are on now is impeded by 3 concrete blocks. They turn their heads to face you when they see your headlights and just stand there, there stance not aggressive but ready, metallic caps on the tips of their tusks glinting in the moonlight, 2 of them carrying assault rifles.
[OOC: what do you wanna do? 
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