Brooklyn
Story goes that once upon a time Brooklyn was its own thing. A city unto itself, it boasted a massive native population and a crazy but perfect blend of downtown business and historical residential strips. It also once held the Coney Island Amusementplex, before it had to be uprooted and moved into Manhattan. (A transplant Brooklynites still haven't forgotten, or forgiven.) If it were still its own thing, it'd be the fourth largest metroplex in the whole UCAS. But it ain't. It's a chunk of NYC, often rolled in with everything else by non-natives, and as a result sorely underappreciated. Seen as just "a second, lesser Manhattan" by a lot of ill-informed tourists, Brooklyn was eagerly swallowed up by the run off elite from there. Now it rests as prime real estate for the stupidly rich, and the nauseatingly peaceful nature to the area is a strong reminder. Tree-lined, quiet, safe. Wall street fuckbags poured into the area, making themselves right at home in row after row of luxury housing. Unless you've got a hard on for urban architecture, there isn't much here for you anymore. After Coney Island was (lets just face it) stolen, more luxury housing was put in and the parks once waning in the area were sealed off and revitalized for stunning (and gated) enjoyment. Even the Brooklyn Museum of Art, while forever in the shadow of The Met, got dusted off and pumped up with renovating money and pointedly snooty security clearances.
If you really want to force me to say something nice about Brooklyn, I've got this much (and ONLY this much)- there's something for everyone. You can take that in literally any way you want. Got a really, really specific kink none of the slummy red light districts can service? There is a parlor here, somewhere, you will find what you want in. Looking for a practitioner of a rare magic tradition? You can probably find them, or people who know where to find them, somewhere around here. Want to sell toenail clippings you got from stray devil rats, in your very own vintage mason jars? For whatever fucking reason, someone will probably buy it, here. Brooklyn got known for a lot of weird shit after the money pumped through, and that includes being a haven/market for the obscure, hidden, and outright fucking strange. The only issue with that being.. Well..
It's expensive. No shit, I know. But really. Whatever outrageous price tag you can manage to think of for that thing you want? Double it, and you might be in the opening ballpark of ranges for what it will actually be going for. The apartments and houses are impossibly expensive, the restaurants and museums take a small organ for ticket and table prices, and the off the wall open markets only trade in silver credsticks or above, usually. Brooklyn is not for the feint of heart or the light of wallet, which is why generally only the most desperate or the most elite of shadowrunners will ever be found seriously perusing the wares out here.
If you really want to force me to say something nice about Brooklyn, I've got this much (and ONLY this much)- there's something for everyone. You can take that in literally any way you want. Got a really, really specific kink none of the slummy red light districts can service? There is a parlor here, somewhere, you will find what you want in. Looking for a practitioner of a rare magic tradition? You can probably find them, or people who know where to find them, somewhere around here. Want to sell toenail clippings you got from stray devil rats, in your very own vintage mason jars? For whatever fucking reason, someone will probably buy it, here. Brooklyn got known for a lot of weird shit after the money pumped through, and that includes being a haven/market for the obscure, hidden, and outright fucking strange. The only issue with that being.. Well..
It's expensive. No shit, I know. But really. Whatever outrageous price tag you can manage to think of for that thing you want? Double it, and you might be in the opening ballpark of ranges for what it will actually be going for. The apartments and houses are impossibly expensive, the restaurants and museums take a small organ for ticket and table prices, and the off the wall open markets only trade in silver credsticks or above, usually. Brooklyn is not for the feint of heart or the light of wallet, which is why generally only the most desperate or the most elite of shadowrunners will ever be found seriously perusing the wares out here.
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