THE APOLLO (hotel/casino)

This is a flashy establishment that is combination hotel and casino, the casino comprising the northern half, and the hotel on the south, joined by a bridge across Francisco Street. The establishment draws its name from Apollo Street, which the casino and hotel fronts are located on, but while the street was originally named in reference to the ancient Apollo space missions, the interior decor of the casino and hotel skip any reference to archaic space travel and go directly to Greek mythology. The interior is decorated with lots of plaster columns (technically Roman, but who is going to know?), with Greek border designs on the upper walls, and lots of statues of naked humans with strategically placed fig leaves.

Location:

BRINKS THEATRE

This is an open air theatre that exists primarily off of subsidies from the Brotherhood, since it shows the nightly Mass on its big screen every evening with free admission. During Luna's dark-cycle, it shows third-run or older movies for just 10 crowns per person during the evenings after Mass. (No charge for those who sneak in.) During the two week long light-cycle, the image is so bad that the theatre only shows the nightly Mass ... and that's largely a matter of hearing it rather than really seeing it very well.

The food in the snack bar is stale and the proprietor probably sticks all the leftover burgers and dogs in the fridge and heats them up the next night. You're not supposed to bring in your own food, but anyone who goes to the theatre and has any sense of planning ahead usually does. The images flicker badly, and the film frequently breaks, and it tends to show the same old movies again and again for light-cycles on end ... until they wear out entirely, or the owner gets a lucky break and gets something relatively new to show. On really bad cycles, when the film projector breaks down, the proprietor is just reduced to showing broadcasts from the Cardinal's Entertainment Channel and charges half price to get in.

People typically call the proprietor "Brinks", but there's no indication that he's related at all to the original builder or whomever this dubious business was dedicated to. He just never corrects anybody.

Costs:

CLUB AERO (restaurant)

Contrary to the ostentatious name, this is not some fancy nightclub, nor is it in the least bit exclusive. It's just a diner-style restaurant on the outskirts of the Perimeter, next to Verne Airfield, and the favored hangout of a group of old pilots and the younger wannabes who sometimes actually listen to their tales and sometimes help out with the restoration work. The ceiling fans are made from propellers, and the interior decor consists of spare parts from warplanes, and other memorabilia -- a panel section with some nose art on it here, a Capitolian war bonds poster there. As might be guessed, most of the clientele are of Capitolian leaning or affiliation, but there are some ex-Bauhausers and at least one token Mishiman that occasionally show up.

The interior is dominated by an "L"-shaped bar with the register near the entrance on the west side and next to a glassed-in display of a tempting assortment of greasy donuts. Stools line the bar, and booths line the walls, each booth having some distinctive poster or piece of memorabilia that is often used to refer to it. (Regular patrons tend to have a favorite booth, with references like "Victory Booth", "Tail-Rudder Booth", "Cowling Booth", etc.) Club Aero is "famous" for its frosted glass mugs of chilled root beer, and its premium dessert -- the Club Aero Root Beer Float. There is wider area on the east side, which is an expansion built into an old corrugated tin "half can" hangar, with extra supports. Here are the tables and more booths, plus some pinball machines and the restrooms.

NPCs of Note:

Totally unrelated to Club Aero aside from a coincidental shared word in the name, this is an exclusive nightclub that caters primarily to non-human patrons, and is only open during the Luna dark-cycle. (That is, only non-humans are on the membership list, but apparently they can bring human guests if they so choose.) It sticks out like a glowing neon sore thumb on Eden Street, wedged in between some run-down storefronts in a rough part of town. Nobody really knows anybody personally who actually goes here. The local Mutants aren't on the member list. The clientele are drawn from those few elitists from uptown (i.e., outside of Dawn Alert's zone) that head out here to the Perimeter and get dropped off at the front by limousine. Club Eden has its own security, and apparently does a good job of it -- Dawn Alert has never gotten a call from Club Eden yet, though it's well known that Club Eden contributes to Dawn Alert's funds above and beyond the requisite revenue from area tithes.

Costs:

Location:

CORLEY MOTORS (store)

Ostensibly, the business of this place is to sell motorcycles, but it does more business selling Corley Motors t-shirts, ties, pins, leather jackets, and other merchandise to people who probably never have and never will actually ride a Corley. It's often a hang-out of the local bikers (and those passing through) during the daytime, while in the evenings the bikers show up at the bar and grill next door, "One for the Road".

Location:

GO (gas station / mini-mart)

Go Stations are widely distributed through this part of the Perimeter, part of a freelancer gas station chain with no business interests beyond Luna City. Go Stations have a "self service island" that operates 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, light-cycle or dark-cycle, but they're best known for their full service: during normal business hours (6 am to 10 pm, except during Mass), they've got a team of service men that rush out when you pull up, and proceed to fill your tank, clean your windshield, check your oil and tire pressure, and -- if you request it -- they'll check the level and top off other motor fluids, too. The larger stations also have a "Go-Mart", with basic items such as milk, newspapers, bread, snacks, junk food, in addition to the usual soft drinks and cigarettes. By Brotherhood dictate, alcoholic beverages can't be sold at gas stations.

Costs:

HOLY BOOKS (religious bookstore)

Holy Books is a corner bookstore sanctioned by the Brotherhood as a nonprofit business that sells various Brotherhood products, but mostly books. The store is tended by Missionaries, and due to the nature of Missionary assignments, the faces tend to change from visit to visit. In addition to books of a patently religious nature, there are also newspapers and Brotherhood-approved works of secular fiction and non-fiction titles. During Mass, no business is done in the store, but they play the broadcast for anyone who cares to drop by and watch. (Considering that Brink's Theatre is just a short drive down, there are few who bother.)

True to the nature of the Brotherhood, if you can show a proper license, you can be admitted to the topmost level, where a small selection of "personal protection" items are for sale as well: at least one Punisher and Paranha Handgun, at least one Punisher Short Sword, holy symbols, and vials of holy water. The store also keeps a number of supplies for Missionaries (such as extra robes, and so forth), but these items are not for sale.

Location:

JADE PALACE (buffet restaurant)

Despite the fact that the place serves Chinese food and Mongolian barbecue, it's not Mishiman -- it's a freelancer family enterprise. The buffet is more expensive at night, since they add seafood to the menu then, and the food hasn't been sitting out as long, but it's a popular spot once a week or so for lunch among some of the officers with bigger appetites -- especially since, thanks to the Mongolian barbecue, it's possible to load up on lots of meat and leave out those pesky little bits of bean sprouts and noodles, as long as you're willing to spend a little longer yanking bits of frozen beef out of the tray to hand over for the cook. A word of warning: the special hot sauce is very, very hot.

Costs:

LITTLE MERCURY (district)

While this isn't actually Mishiman territory, freelance organizations with Mishima roots tend to cluster on these blocks, and so do their residences. Zoning is pretty much ignored here (as it is in so many places), as residences are built atop restaurants, and stores are sometimes run out of rearranged upper-level apartments.

At some time in Luna City's past, Mishima was actually doing some development out here, so there are several skyscrapers in this part (though not comparing to the height of the starscrapers in the corporate sectors), and there are elevated roadways cutting through, making this section impossible to cleanly map (or patrol). Despite the best efforts of Dawn Patrol, it's generally believed that the Triads have at least some small involvement here. Since this isn't part of Mishima's land, however, and since Dawn Patrol isn't on the take from the Triad (and there's not enough wealth out here to warrant the Triad going to extremes to put the heat on Dawn Patrol) most of the "organized" criminals operating out here are fairly low in the Triad hierarchy. (Translation: Dawn Patrol busts 'em when it can, without undue fear of reprisals, but that doesn't mean that a cop would feel safe walking down an alley here alone at night during the dark-cycle.)

Location:

MICKEY DEE'S (fast food restaurant)

Found at the sign of the Golden Arcs, this is the ubiquitous Capitolian burger and fries chain where you can have it your way ... except when the teenaged cook in the back messes up your order, which is half the time, and the gum-smacking girl at the cash register couldn't really care if you wanted it without the mayo, and says that if you want better service, you can just go to Pizzaworld and pay twice as much. At least the burgers are cheap, and there's probably actually a little bit of meat in there. Here is where originated the phrase, "He's one fry short of a Fun Meal."

Costs:

ONE FOR THE ROAD (bar & grill)

This is a bar and grill frequented by bikers (local and passing through). Dawn Patrol often gets called out here to break up fights (sometimes between Corley enthusiasts and off-duty CAIP Rat enthusiasts), or to keep an eye on things, but despite being a bit rough around the edges, most of these guys are actually pretty good eggs, and they're big on helping out fellow bikers -- though they're predisposed toward fellow Corley riders, of course. (They'll still sometimes help out riders of "inferior" bikes. Gives them a chance to extol the virtues of their gas-guzzling "hogs".)

Costs:

PAGODA GARDEN (nightclub)

This is a classy establishment perched atop one of the high-rises in Little Mercury, built out of what originally was going to be the private luxurious office of some Mishiman big-wig untold decades ago. For whatever reason, Mishima decided to abandon its expansion into this part of the Perimeter, and sold off the buildings at rock bottom prices (by corporate standards, anyway). Lee Chang (or, as he prefers to be called, "Chang Lee") is the distinguished looking and forty-something proprietor of this nightclub, which requires a bit of an elevator ride to get to, past all the closed-off floors of offices and unzoned residences, on the rooftop, amidst a nicely kept garden.

The interior of the Pagoda looks like something out of a movie of the silver screen of centuries upon centuries past, with big band sounds, and a star singer, along with showgirls doing dance numbers on the weekends. It's big on the glitter and dazzle, and drinks are wine, champagne and saki. The pricey items on the short menu are a mix of Mishiman and Capitolian influences, just like the club itself.

The cover charge is a bit too steep for a detective to come here regularly, but Chang tends to waive the fee for good friends ... and an officer can always claim that he's there "on business". (Chang is fine with this, since a little police presence is good for keeping things nice and safe, and scaring off Triad punks and posers.)

Rumor has it that "Chang" isn't his real last name. Another story that has floated around is that Chang is the son of a Sunset Striker who was stationed on Mercury. A less polite rumor is that his father wasn't the husband of his mother, and that his mother was a "flower girl". In any case, while such a background would have surely earned him persecution on Mercury, he has done pretty well for himself in the Perimeter. He's clean, so far as any cop knows, but he seems to have a way of picking up information, and sometimes passes this on to his friends amongst the Dawn Patrollers (particularly those who actually buy something while they're dropping by). Also, there are indications that he might have served in some sort of military capacity in his younger years as well.

Costs:

PIZZAWORLD (fast food restaurant)

This is yet another restaurant in the Pizzaworld franchise, and is the place of choice for kids' birthday parties and such. It's not as bright and shiny and new as Pizzaworlds in corporate sectors, by any means, but it has the sort of appeal as a little oasis of corporate glamor for the "little people" in the Perimeter. Pizzaworld is a two-story restaurant, a large portion of which is taken up by the "Leaning Tower of Pizza", a crawl-around play area for kids, with an arcade on the upper level for bigger "kids". Dining areas are divided into different "theme" areas, and there are animatronic characters that occasionally put on performances, though they are badly in need of maintenance. (Viki Vixen keeps smacking Boris Bear in the face with her pom-poms when she does a cheer, but this cracks up the kids, so there's not much pressure on the proprietor to fix that problem just yet.)

The actual kitchen and ordering area is on the lower floor toward the back, and standard greasy fast foods of various types can be ordered, though pizza is, of course, the house specialty. By corporate standards, it's cheap food, but this isn't the sort of place one could afford to eat out at every night on a police officer's (or detective's) paycheck. Plus, the lines in the parking lot are drawn a little too narrow, and it's a killer getting in and out -- the most common reason for Dawn Patrol to get called out is that someone caved in the door of someone else's junker while trying to pull out of a tight space, and then drove off.

Pizzaworld suffers from a not-quite-advantageous position, as it is right next to the Rim Highway and its sign is easily visible, but actually getting to it from the highway requires a bit of backtracking, so most of its business is with the locals, not travelers on the Rim.

Costs:

PRESIDENTIAL PLAZA (shopping)

Presidential Plaza is a collection of storefronts on the block between Schwarzenegger and Roosevelt Streets, and Wolf Run Road and Roho Street. The plaza gets its name from being at one end of a series of streets named after famous presidents of the ancient nation of the United States of America, predecessor to the Capitol corporation. The Plaza is just across the street from Club Aero and Verne Airfield.

Stores:

RIM HIGHWAY (major road)

The Rim Highway is an elevated "autobahn"-style expressway that runs along the Perimeter areas of Luna City. There's a minimum speed of 50 miles per hour that must be maintained on this expressway, and no maximum speed limit, save that one can get pulled over for "reckless driving" at the discretion of the Highway Patrol. Presently, the Brotherhood has given a contract to the Capitol Security Service (CSS) for patroling of the Rim Highway to deal with reckless motorists, rather than letting the highway get split up across the many jurisdictions it crosses. If a fugitive gets onto the Rim Highway, a call to the CSS is in order to let them know that someone is in pursuit. Doing so will often earn a visit from a AH-64 Grapeshot to deal with the offending motorist, as leading a high speed chase on the Rim Highway is a serious offense, punishable by death.

The Rim Highway has a few off-ramps and on-ramps connecting to smaller roads and highways going through the Elles, but many of the exchanges were designed as a bit of an afterthought, and someone not familiar with the quirky twists of roads can get lost easily. The offramp at Genesis Street, for example, is a frequent source of frustration for motorists who stop off to refuel at the Go Station or to eat at Mickey Dee's. (To get back onto the Highway without having to pull any U-turns, you basically have to loop around on Wolf Run Road, then take Uriel Street to the on-ramp.)

Due to the nature of the Rim Highway and the high speeds traveled, there are often accidents at the off-ramps, as motorists spin off, then careen through the first stop light just off the ramp.

Location:

ROOK PAWN (pawn shop)

Remington ("Remmy") Rook is the proprietor of this skanky little pawn shop. He typically sits behind a counter with a barred "bank teller" screen between himself and his customers. He's a routine stop when looking for stolen goods in the area.

The shop fits most "pawn shop" cliches, except that it shares a building with two other stores -- You have to pass through the pawn shop to get to the stairwell in the back to go down to the basement, or up to the other stores. The other stores include:

S-MART (department store)

Clothing, books, toys, hardware, seasonal items, home & garden, arts & crafts, hunting equipment and even guns -- S-Mart has it all, and you never know when they'll announce a green light special the next aisle down. Shop smart. Shop S-Mart. S-Mart is known for having fairly low prices on name brands from the megacorporations and major freelancer corporations, as well as its own "generic" store brands. This is located in a fairly decent part of the Elles, and most of the time that Dawn Patrol gets called in, it's just something like shoplifting.

Location:

T & B APARTMENTS (apartment complex)

This is comprised of four apartment buildings, each located at a corner of the intersection of Trask Avenue and Boulton Drive, connected by elevated covered walkways. On the rooftops is a tennis court nobody ever uses, a swimming pool that has been dry for years, a playground with broken and rusty equipment, and lastly a garden ... that is actually maintained in spots, thanks to tenants who actually care enough to do something about it. Maintenance service is lousy, the elevators are often broken, and the walls are so thin that you can hear the neighbors having a marital dispute at least two doors down, but the rates are cheap. (In game terms, this is a place where someone with a Social Status of 2 might live.)

Location:

TROLL PARK

This is the nickname given to an unnamed park (generically dedicated to the Cardinal like countless other parks in Luna City) and to a spot underneath one of the nearby highway overpasses. During the daytime, vendors sell cheap food: fish 'n chips (for those with Imperial tastes), brats 'n suds (for those with Bauhaus tastes), sushi rolls (Mishima tastes), cheap burgers (Capitol tastes), and ice pops shaped like the head of the Cardinal (no taste).

During the night time, the vendors clear out, and the vagrants slip in, and nobody in his right mind has any business being here this time of night, as there is the occasional murder or mugging down this way. Every once in a while, a patrol car drives through to scare off the vagrants or warn off any clueless (or suspicious-looking) pedestrians.

Costs:

VALET PARKING (parking tower)

Despite the name, which is clearly and boldly visible from all directions, this parking tower does not offer any sort of valet parking service. It's just the name of the tower. Once long ago, perhaps it might have offered valet parking, but this was a case of misplaced ambitions, where a too-big parking tower was built in anticipation of a flood of businesses springing up in the area, partly related to the Mishiman expansion in Little Mercury.

A private enterprise operating the tower -- last in a series of businesses to try to operate and maintain the place -- folded a few years ago, and the parking tower is presently abandoned. It's a fairly sturdy structure, and it's not likely that it will be condemned anytime soon. For the time being, people park here for free, but there are no guards, and there are signs posted all over, letting the unwary know that they park here at their own risk. Dawn Patrol occasionally makes passes through here, just so that car thieves and vandals don't get too comfortable, but this place is often a source of trouble. Most who do park here just use the topmost, open-to-the-air level during light-cycle times. This doesn't guarantee safety -- nobody is actually up there to see or do anything if a car thief were to cause trouble -- but there's something about the psychology of being out in the open in broad daylight.

Costs:

VERNE AIRFIELD (airport)

This is a small affair off on the outskirts of the Perimeter -- at least by modern standards, as it still takes up a huge chunk of the Elles. It's an airport with two main strips, aligned 0/360 degrees off of North in one direction, and 38/218 degrees the other, with call designation VRA. It's capable of handling zeppelins and auto-gyros, as it has several landing pads, but it's primarily a hangout for several fixed-wing aviator enthusiasts who have private licenses (or claim to). The airfield is a virtual museum of wartime aviation, with old decommissioned "warbirds" that most certainly have never seen action on Lunar soil, but were pieced together from scrap and surplus parts by a number of hobbyists. Most of them can't fly, and probably never will, despite claims to the contrary on the part of the old retired veterans who occasionally work on them. A few actually do fly, though of course they aren't allowed over proper city limits, and the close proximity to corporate territories and the maximum security prison on the mountain severely restrict the "fly zone" allowed for hobby flying.

It's a largely harmless place, but the airfield adjoins a scrapyard of old parts (mostly airplane parts, but not entirely) that sometimes sees trouble from scavengers, and there's always the possibility of something shady going on in one of the many old abandoned or largely unused hangar bays that line the field.

Location: