Garden District- Shindig Street

The richest part of Garden. Wealthy, high class, every street you peek down you'll see several movie and radio stars, giddy socialites and young promising business men. It is ruled by the hides-in-plain-sight group; the Sequin Society. To even get on this street is a challenge, as it requires either a golden membership card (without an escort, the elite can take guests if chaperoned) or a hefty bribe to the guards stationed at the entrances to the area- both of which are very expensive and ensure that only the wealthiest can enter. The street is also one of the nicest and well illuminated places in Garden, with booths offering free samples, street performers, and businesses with open doors and high quality good for sale. The nightlife here is second to none, with entertainment, dining, and the best brothel in the city. Movie stars walk the street and rub elbows with executives. If you want to get to know someone powerful and influential in the city, this is the place.

The street itself is arranged along a central canal, which offers gondola rides to those too tired to walk. Stinking motors of public transport are discouraged, and while hovering cars are allowed, only luxurious and well maintained cars are accepted. Cars with a visible scratch or dent are given a traffic violation ticket every single night from the roving bands of community enforcers until the owner gets the message and replaces it with a nicer one. If your paint color is especially egregious and out of season, you might also be given a ticket for "surface level damage along the entire length of the vehicle". 

The other curious thing about Shindig Street noticed by first time visitors? The lack of advertisements. Most commercial areas of Garden are like an otherworldly Kabukichō or Las Vegas; a buffet of lights and signs in every language imaginable. Here, the streets are clean and decorated- calming yellow lights that are directly contrary to the attention grabbing instruments of business. Shindig Street is no less capitalistic as any other part of Garden; this place just has different rules. You are told to knock three times on the blue door on the ground floor of the unmarked building overhanging the canal- and then you are brought into the most exclusive and high-quality gun shop in the entire city. If your business can't survive on the word of mouth of the rich and powerful, then the rich and powerful believe you shouldn't be here.

Residents
Shindig Street is described perfectly by one word; Cosmopolitan. It is an incredibly diverse, multi-ethnic, surprisingly welcoming part of the city. However, it is not multi-cultural. Everyone here is expected to behave a certain way; and attain and keep a certain level of wealth. They don't care much about what you are, as long as you have the money to play with the trust-fund kids, investors, tycoons, and bank-breaking highest class alien escorts one can imagine.

The above properly describes the visible residents of the district. In fact, the entire street seems to be very low in population, comfortable, with groups of friends, couples, and loners walking the glittering lamp-lit canal. But for every one of those, there are three invisible people here as well. Servants, engineers, bodyguards- snipers watching from nearby rooftops to protect the mob boss's daughter as she takes an innocent stroll with her very rich friends. The milkman and courier coming out of a hatch in the ground- an arm leaving its package before returning back underneath- so out of the way as to not even be seen except for the briefest flash. While Shindig Street is for the rich and powerful, anything that needs to be done by someone of a lower class is done so in the most unobtrusive way possible. The rumors of rich men having a family of servants living in the walls of their mansions are mostly exaggerated- they'll just employ one of them to come live in their walls instead!

While the cosmopolitan upper class of Shindig Street is incredibly diverse, the lower class is actually less so. While the roots of this "tradition" were started by one incredibly wealthy old telephone magnate many years ago, it spread to the entire upper class and became ubiquitous. While bodyguards, butlers, and escorts may come from many places and cultures to become another colorful accessory to the rich and famous; the basic canal workers, painters, repairmen, and all manner of basic laborers of Shindig Street are of one race exclusively; the mouthless Imnar. This alien race cannot speak, and exclusivity communicate through sign language and writing on their home world- they feed off certain wavelenghts of light which cannot be found anywhere in Garden except the underground light-farms beneath the Shindig. Any new immigrant to Garden from their world will find themselves quietly rushed here- to serve the interest of the rich and powerful in silent service. They are not treated poorly either- the night laborers of this district have a higher average salary and more luxuries then most in Garden, but their presence in the city is funneled here- a secret society underneath another secret society.

But as for the true ruling power on Shindig Street- one only look to the Sequin Society.

Notable Characters - Roll 1d4
[1] Lady Ghostie - 3 HP, 1d4+1 Pocket Pistol, 1d4+2 Little Knife
Incredibly pale, paper-white thin starling. She has big black almond shaped eye, like an alien. She's a movie star, and everyone is surprised that she is actually that white, just like in the pictures. People are also surprised that her bubbly ditz personality and high pitched voice are also faked for the camera. She's incredibly vicious and will kill to get what she wants. Probably the most archetypal member of the Sequin Society.

She's also a bit of a talent scout. If your character is also monochrome, or if she just likes the look of you, you'll probably get invited to be an extra in her next Talkie. It is highly advised you attend and accept the small but fair paycheck. If you don't, you shouldn't come back to Shindig Street.

[2] Powerman - 10 HP, 1d6 Fists, 1d6+1 "Justice Calls" Backup Pistol
Superhero. Star of a very popular black and white movie of the same name; really pushed the envelope of special effects in the movie industry. Due to very specific wording on the acting contract, now required to play the character in real life. Forever. Stays on Shindig Street to avoid the occasional monster or aggressive violent gang assault; will play up small favors and helping ladies across the street as the only heroics he can handle. Despite this cowardice; is actually superhuman and had a few procedures done to make them extremely tough and capable of bunching through solid metal.

Having a bit of money trouble; especially considering the fancy diet they require with all their special alien organ implants giving them superhuman strength and toughness. The royalties are good, but the studio is dragging its feet on making a sequel. If you can somehow arrange it with the big movie studios, you'd have a superbeing in your debt!

[3] Tulok'Tul'Vul - 4 HP, 1d6-1 Snappy Pistol, +1 Psychic Resistance
Musician and amateur fortune teller. Makes most of his money on the stock market and selling his (totally real) psychic predictions about the future of the stock market as opposed to his shitty music. Convinced he's a big shot when his fortune is dwarfed by most of the casual walkers on the boardwalk. Will take any insult on the chin with a laugh and an offer to buy you a drink- except his music- in which case you're getting challenged to a duel.

His attended by a high-class Valet with him at all times. The Valet works directly for Kev Zapir, relaying the occasional ramblings of Tulok during his worst episodes to his boss, in the event that sacred prophecy slips out between the dividend returns of the construction companies and pig farmer magnate declarations of quarterly profits.

[4] The Madame - 6 HP, 1d8+2 Heavy Rifle (not carried), +1 Armored Fur Coat
She's purple, short, pudgy, and refined in every way, even when she swears. Something about her persona is just warm and inviting, and it isn't for sure or a trick either. One of the kindest and most open people among the Sequin Society, she's been around long enough to protect herself and those she cares about. Way too short and fat to be a big starlet, she instead manages talent and owns several extremely important businesses in relation to the movie business, like the teamsters and film production companies, giving her incredible influence.

She also used to hunt people down on a private game reserve with a high-powered rifle for money, but that was a long time ago. She's moved on from that, promise.

Notable Gang - Valets
Manpower- 2
Holdings- The Tip Jar (+1), High Class Hovercars (+2), Blackmail (+2)

The high class individuals of Shindig Street will claim up and down that no gangs can gain a foothold in this district. It's too posh, too clean, too exclusive. Despite their own secret society operating more or less in the same fashion. But for the most part, they're right. No street gangs or dredges of desperate criminals harass individuals walking down the opulent streets nor charge protection money to the exclusive few who qualify to run shops here. It's very disarming for those who keep their sidearm close in all other parts of the city.

But there is one exception to this; the Valets. While most of the servants and underclass of this district of the city are made up of the illusive Imnar, the valets are much more out and about. Acting as the chauffeurs, bag-boys, and other well dressed servants of high society; the valets are always ready to serve when anyone snaps their fingers; the universal sign of an aristocrat needing something. Over many years, this group of lowly servants have banded together in a sort of strange work union, pushing out individual servants, butlers, and even adventuring parties trying their best to make-good with the snobby high class residents of this district. Those who try to muscle in to this territory seem to find themselves losing friends and opportunities, the best parking places for their clients taken away just in the nick of time, their bags and belongings mishandled, until they either give a generous tip from an outstretched white-gloved hand or get with the program.

While almost always found alone and with violence being the last resort, the Valets own quite a strangehold on the high class service among the boujee hotels and walkways overlooking the scenic canal in the heart of this district. Their leader is Kev Zapir, a short and unassuming middle aged human with a clean haircut and even cleaner eyebrows. As the most popular valet of several of the cities higher level clients, he was gifted the ability to use their (very) expensive cars at his own use as long as the residents have no need of them on a visit; which they rarely do. Destroying these would be a massive blow to his credibility, and saddle him with debts that even the entire valet union couldn't possibly hope to repay.

Notable Location - The Red Theater
Angular art deco exterior, a well kept facade of a Tulorian fruit orchard stands out front, with a small curved path leading to the inside of the archway into the most important cultural hotspot in the entire city. Movies dominate here; and they are all first shown in this very theater. Exclusive to the extreme, even the paparazzi and beggars outside have to pass a certain license threshold just to stand along the main pathway, kept clear to the shining stars of Garden's culture.

Within, gifts and special announcements are given out with extreme focus and intention. You might see a woman receive a yellow bouquet of flowers and swallow nervously, before a servant pops out from behind a boiler to give her a bouquet of blue flowers; showing she has protection from a third party. Later, when dinner's appetizers arrive, a pile of bladefish eggs are presented to her plate, pointing towards the center. She excuses herself to leave and makes way to her vehicle, only for her hovercar to launch itself hundreds of feet into the air and come screaming down flattening some poor apartment building somewhere else in the city. What you just witnesses was a typical execution of the Sequin Society; a merciless war fought with big ceramic smiles and sidelong glances. This is their headquarters.

While mostly populated by rich and famous movie stars, anyone high up in the art world or their financiers can find themselves among their numbers. They show up to every new movie's first showing, having long social codes and guidelines that can only be learned from experience and decades of in-jokes and intentions, completely inscrutable to outsiders. If one of them wants to make an emergency meeting, then they need to release a new film. The theaters all over the cities are flabbergasted that people will waste millions on shoving up trash black & white films like this; but in their world, it makes perfect sense. The house is rife with assassination and secrecy. Any aspiring Sweeps can find themselves here; tasked with guarding, following, or assassinating members of the society even as they duck and dive in the secret side rooms and underground service tunnels deep beneath the city which all seem to crisscross right over this exact location.

Random Encounters on Shindig Street - 1d10

[1] Two extremely annoying young floozies walk in your path ahead of you. They walk just slow enough to slow your progress and would waste a lot of time (two turns) to just sit and wait for them to go far enough ahead, but just fast enough that overtaking them isn't easy without running and causing you to get weird looks and glances. They are constantly giggling and babbling on but ignore all polite social cues to be quiet or tone it down, and will act like YOU are the problem if you speak up about them. Just really, really annoying.

You either politely wait for them to get out of your hair or take 2 points of stress/temp-HP damage from dealing with them. 

[2] An Imnar pops out from a manhole, behind a dusty alleyway door, or from underneath a large car and opens fire at you with an SMG. He seems to be aiming high; his attack roll is made at -6 so you only get hit if you're an especially big target or very unlucky. Then, he'll attempt to run away and disappear if he manages to get out of sight.

If you catch him, he'll surrender immediately and attempt to communicate (not through spoken word) that he was simply told to try and scare you away from Shindig street by somebody rich and powerful. Either roll on the Notable Characters table (d4) to see who it was or tie it in with another dangerous NPC who has already had beef with the party before.

[3] Old irrelevant actor falls on his knees and begs you for help- he's saying that if he doesn't get some clout in this district soon he'll get killed by the Sequin Society! People are staring. It's one thing to upset them, it's another thing entirely to upset them in public. It's probably too late for this guy and it'd be best to avoid associating with him, but if you do manage to get him out of the district safely he'll be very grateful and give you his gold pass to enter Shindig Street freely, as well as giving you the location of the Valets room filled with secrets stolen from actors (Blackmail +2 can be removed in one fail swoop; for irony it's literally in a room full of dirty laundry).

[4] Well dressed street merchant tries to sell you something gaudy. But right before you push him away, somebody notices it's something from their homeworld. Like a fresh can of Coca-Cola or a pinch of black sugar salt from the hills of Xander. You just have to have it. It's expensive, but buying it gives you something that grounds you in the otherwise wild and alien city (recover a point of stress or HP).

[5] Two alien dogs, a long pink skinny one with three eyes and a short and stumpy green one with the generic antennae on its head both break loose from their handler. Naturally, the handler is (rightfully) concerned that he'll be killed if he can't get the dogs back. If you ask their names, you'll get a hint as to where each one went once they split up. If you collect both safe and sound, you'll receive an invitation to the next big movie screening for a Talkie; even the hors d'oeuvres are basically a roll on the treasure table. If you back the green one into a corner it'll spray acid at you at 2d4.

[6] You are approached by a sleazy looking man looking to invest in real estate and a peer-to-peer payment network. If you do not threaten him with violence immediately, he'll have you at the nearest restaurant, wined and dined, after having scammed you out of 20% of your current carried cash and fitting you with the (very large) bill. He's actually a low level psychic with certain mind control abilities, and will steer well clear of the party if you have psychic resistant members or psychic blanks. While he's not physically dangerous, any restaurant you end up at will have a professional hit squad on call to deal with dine-and-dashers.

[7] Confused looking old man dressed in a gi walking about. His body is lean and he practically floats when he moves, and knows kung fu. He tells you he's from the GOOD version of this setting, and is curious how he exactly got lost in this shitty version of it. If you fight him hand to hand he will absolutely kick your ass, but he can't do anything against bullets and will die like anybody else.

If you help him start a martial arts school or get him a leading role in an action movie he'll give you some pointers- permanent +1 to all hand to hand combat damage and you can ignore a point of armor on hand to hand attacks from body-weapon-strengthening techniques.

[8] Young Starlet approaches one member of your party; whoever has the nicest and longest hair, fluffiest fur, or most attractive feathers. She offers to pay you a large sum to have it shaved or plucked for her next outfit. If you refuse, you'll be followed for the next 2d6 weeks by shadowy figures, and if you're ever in a really wakened state a highly trained Collector will appear to take the offending material from you by force.

Collector- (8 HP, +1 Armor, 1d8+1 Pepperbox Gun, 1d4+1 scalpel, those hands at +1 to all attacks, Psychic Blank)
Shadowy man in a trenchcoat and wide-brimmed hat. Patches on elbows and knees. Looks like a private eye, but less noble and more sketchy. Seems immune to having his mind read, and is almost unnaturally dedicated in collecting whatever item he has been tasked with. If you look hard enough in the city archives, you can find a way to call him(?) to yourself, to which he will retrieve any one item for you, for an unusual price you may not be willing to part with.

[9] Roll on General Gang Table.

[10] Roll on General Encounters Table.