Time: 8:53 PM@B.B.:
The only close-by listed electronics store that's open at this hour is Degear's Electronics at 148th Ave. & 8th St. all the way back in Bellevue. On an underground matrix database you do also find Hollywood Simsense Entertainment that's about 2 miles north near 168th Ave and 145th St. that should be open.
[OOC: your gang knowledge: Intuition 5 + Seattle Gangs 1 + Limbic Nanites 3=9 (2) 9d6.hits(5)=3.]
You're pretty sure that getting up to Hollywood will definitely cross some heavy gang territory, especially at this time of night, most likely Crimson Crush turf. The Crush is an all ork gang which completely controls large swaths of the ork neighborhoods of Redmond. They are virtually the only government that exists in most of these neighborhoods: they stock the food pantries, and provide the bread lines, toys and clothing for children, policing (3 laws: don't rob, don't rape, don't snitch), and have even been known to maintain the Wifi matrix coverage in deadzones.....and in return the local population turns a blind eye to all of their illicit business activities which are many and very diverse. If they weren't only limited to neighborhoods of Redmond they would almost rival the Yakuza in organizational strength.
@Woofer:
[OOC: Your contact Abbey's of KE case files: datasearch 4 + browse 4 + Connection 3 + Obscure -2 = 9 (12, Complex action)
9d6.hits(5)=3
8d6.hits(5)=2 glitch...she'll use edge.
7d6.hits(5)=3
6d6.hits(5)=1
5d6.hits(5)=1
4d6.hits(5)=2...found something.]
The only contact which could help you at all is Abbey, your contact at KE forensics. She agrees to do you this favor and she searches the KE databases where she finds '9 lives' associated with the disappearance of at least 8 young people dating all the way back 10 years or so. The cases were never solved and were all closed, the significance of the game discounted as mere coincidence. With respect to the symbol she doesn't find anything at all.
@Cynthia
The Chalice is not listed on Mercedes' mapsoft but B.B. finds it on an underground site to be only two blocks up Redmond Way in the opposite direction from Sonoma. You take the back service alley which runs parallel to Redmond way, your ruthenium polymer occasionally catching some light off a street lamp and glistening like crystal clear jello covered in a fine, almost invisible hexagonal mesh.
The back of the building is littered with trash and smells like 2 week old banana-peel. You hear the clattering of pans from inside the lit doorway which most likely goes into a kitchen as you stand crouched in the shadows.
