Kitten
You make it down to the bottom of the slope without much hassle. No way this guy could have beat you on foot. You park at the side of the road by the entrance/exit to the Dragon Path and wait. After about 10 minutes, a short, plump, balding man you recognize as Fong exits the Path. He heads down the street to the nearest MTR station. You hurry behind and board the first train headed for Happy Valley. In the crowded car it's easy to watch him without being noticed. An announcement comes over the loudspeaker:
"Attention passengers: we regret to inform you that Happy Valley station has been closed due to security concerns. This train will not stop at Happy Valley station and will proceed to Happy Valley South."
Fong appears to curse under his breath. He stays on the train until Happy Valley South, then gets off and walks north about 1 KM toward the red light district. The streets are busy, but fortunately the madness around the arena hasn't spread this far. You manage to shadow Fong as far as an old three-story stone building. There a muscled ork out front; Fong nods to him and goes inside. You don't recognize this exact part of town, but the setup is certainly familiar. You know what Fong is here for.
Grind
[Randal] Is this a spirit? Awesome! I've heard them compared to sprites before. I wish I could do all that cool stuff.
The street sign says, "We can think of more interesting ways to never see you again!" The two spirits share a belly laugh.
"Maybe," says the yet-unseen thing behind you, "this gwailo is not entirely useless. Anyone running around in the dark by himself is either an idiot, or tougher than he looks. Let's take him to see Lee."
You find yourself righted and set back down. The spirits--the one behind you is a large mound of dirt and rocks--herd you toward a staircase leading down below the street. A door opens and you catch the distinctive whiff of crimson orchid. Inside, you see all varieties of odd creatures drinking, smoking and gambling. Mahjong tiles clatter and ethereal patrons flicker in and out of existence. You feel many eyes watching you. "In the back," grumbles the pile of dirt.
You enter a room in the back, with a wooden table where a large fern is playing solitaire and drinking something that smells awful. Upon seeing you, the fern's spiral fronds unroll violently, pointing straight out in a hostile way. "Why have you brought this meat-gwailo in here!?"
"We thought he might help us with our... human problem," replies the roadblock.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmm..." the fronds curl back up with a pensive tension. "Perhaps. Have a seat, meat man. What do you know about capturing humans?"
[Randal] Human capture! Seen plenty of trids about that!
Frostmane
Despite all the excitement outside, it's not much of a night in the old soykaf shop. Around you are some corporate types winding down, youths who are too old to burn things but too young for the real vices, matrix addicts grabbing some caffeine to fuel one more game of 3D cyber wordgammons with friends. There are a pair of cops sitting by the door munching down donuts.
The cops get a call over their commlinks, something about skull-bashing, and head out. Despite this not being a particularly dangerous neighborhood, the skinny ork barista looks a bit nervous to see them leave.
Roll perception. Also, what gear do you have with you?
