The Elixir

The Elixir
is an old-fashioned Irish Pub located in Seattle, Renton district at Renton, next by the road 405 in a double A zone. Please make sure to dress appropriately (reasonably elegant) and leave your weapons behind, or hand them over to Greg, who would store them away safely until your leaving. From the outside the Elixir looks like a three story building made of blackwood in old-fashioned european ‘tavern style’ and large tinted windows. Near the entrance there is a bar welcoming the guests and seatings arranged into booths around the wall, tables nearby the windows with dark green cushioned chairs, wooden tables with glowing resin fillings. The dominating colors are black, a dark hue of green and golden are most prominent with green leds to illuminate the way - all though the larger light bulbs have a warm yellow color in restrooms and alike. The waitresses will come and take your order personally instead of ordering via the matrix, the menu and such are available to read in a printed format along with drink recommendations. Sometimes they invite a band to perform live. If you wish to smoke, you have to do it outside. There are seatings where you may do so, which is accessible even during the winter. The first floor consists of the restaurant/bar itself, the second floor is for bookkeeping and paperwork while the third floor is an apartment that currently nobody uses. The basement is made for storage and Jhonson meets. The protocol follows as: The J reserves a room of their choosing, receives a key and grants access to said room, taking full responsibility for consumables and possible damage until the team checks out or requested to leave upon closing hours.

Negotiations in the basement area
There is an elevator inside the building next to the stairway going both directions to access the basement and the upper levels, however you need a key to access the floors, hence using the stairs is recommended. Just like the rest of the building, the stairs are also made of african blackwood, the handles over the side carved into multiple arcs, a deep blue-green carpet covering the middle of each, held in place by a metallic side-fix stair rod. A single stripe of thin led light runs by the wall, united with the stair steps and illuminating the way down. Movement within the area is nearly inaudible, the furnishing kept under proper maintenance even below ground level. The staircase ends into a corridor with several doors standing in the wall, all having a small plate for a mark consisting of a name, letters or numbers, perhaps the combination of both. (There is a specific one with a double door and a plate marking for ‘C14’, used mostly by Team Raze.)

The room was dark, only the led gave some dim light over the baseboards from the walkway. As the others stolled in, she moved towards a panel, stuck another key into it, and the room got illuminated with a warm yellow light. “Authorize.” A male voice requested with a neutral tone. “Kathleen Wells. Full responsibility. Starting at seven-o-four PM.” The elf responded. “Acknowledged. Personalized settings loaded. Welcome, Kat.” The male voice stated, and the lights faded a little to an ambient tone. She closed the door and signaled the others to take a seat by the massive table that was made by repeating wooden elements, forming an octagon with a gap in the middle which was filled with glass or resin perhaps, armchairs resting by each side. The room itself was rather barren, the floor was the usual blackwood like everywhere else, walls painted to a dark gray color and the ceiling had a lighter desaturated tone. A central chandelier gave most of the brightness just above the table, there were no windows of any kind, only another door by the opposed wall to the entrance. At the ceiling a smoke detector was installed along with an emergency countermeasure system. “Paddy will keep this conversation private, as the ‘firewall’ of this place. The owner’s decker has a weird sense of humor.” The meeting rooms are similarly built with a single table and armchairs, the participants may order their drinks there.
 * There is full matrix access on this level and on the upper levels, except the restaurant to encourage meatspace interactions between the guests.
 * They have a classic menu and a rotating daily lunch (served between 12-16:00).
 * If people do any sort of collateral damage, they must pay for it with a fee for troubles and gain a warning. There is only one warning, after the second time the troublemaker won’t be allowed in.

Molly Rogers as “Mo”
A golden-bronze haired woman (human) with cold sea-blue eyes, fair skin and a handful of freckles, in her early thirties, dressing mostly from the Mortimer of London collection, preferring suits with skirts and matching heels. Her appearance and manners are unfailingly impeccable, her hair styled into soft curls that reach to her jawline, her smile always endearing.

About 5’6 tall (171 cm), slender and toned from regular exercising.

Her family roots back to Ireland, she’s a fourth generation immigrant to UCAS and has a national SIN. She runs an irish pub called ‘The Elixir’ in Renton (within Renton) near the intersection of roads 405 and 515 in the AA zone. She has a staff of about 50-60 people including bartenders, cleaners, servitors, chefs, a decker and a rigger (chauffeur) along with 5-10 bouncers, all of them hand picked by herself, loyal to her and trustworthy. She’s awakened, able to perceive astrally and an extremely good judge of a character. She calls it ‘gut feeling’ and relies on it deeply whenever she breaks a deal with her business partners - white collars, Johnsons, runners or others.

She believes that the rules are meant to be followed, but there are certain cases when they have to be bent for the better good. The people who use loopholes or cheat for exploiting others is something she finds annoying enough to stand up against, and hence her connection to the shadows. She’s not actively partaking in the shadowrunning business but allows certain groups to use her safe rooms for negotiations, making a cut from the Johnsons’ deals. It’s not a particularly common knowledge that she deals with runners as such, more of a rumor that no one confirms nor denies. Her position is well protected by other investments of her family and the Elixir is secured from the inside with her own men and equipment which the Johnsons tend to prefer especially that she doesn’t get involved with or allow brutes in her establishment. To make sure that she’s playing it safe, she works together with a friend of hers - an info broker called Lilian Gray - who has eyes and ears all over Seattle and an up to date collection of the people who might yield a good sum of money in case they slip and need a quick fix; or hunt for possible business partners.


 * Her irish accent only comes out when she’s being a goof or really pissed.
 * She has a bad habit of smoking tobacco when she’s under stress or focusing on problem solving, keeping her cigarettes in a case that has a Phoenix motif engraved in. Every now and then she offers them to people whom she considers trustworthy and close.
 * She has a weak spot for juicy stories that are proven to be true.
 * Don’t let her pretty face and charm fool you: she’s quite dominant in temper and knows how to toy with people to get what she wants. She might seem soft and altruistic, but the truth is, whoever steps through her door is nothing but a business opportunity.
 * Oh, and she won’t think twice to shoot your sorry ass with a taser.

Gregory Cooper as “Greg”
Caucasian ork male with lightly tanned skin, dark brown hair and amber colored eyes. Seems to be in his mid thirties (human lifespan) and very well kept, his hair and beard is groomed on a daily basis. His suits are professionally tailored and form fitting, bringing out the best of his masculine features - he’s quite handsome for his metatype. About 6’9” tall (210 cm), wide shoulders and muscular in general, his frame is imposing enough to make most metahumans back off and don’t try to smuggle in weapons or attempt anything silly while in the Elixir. His body is enhanced with muscle toner and other small bioware but he looks completely natural to a mundane.

Molly’s right hand man when it comes to running the Elixir, leading a small security team of bouncers along with the tech support, and keeping an eye on his boss whenever she’s around and dealing with customers. There is no need for her to help out, but she likes to engage with the people visiting her establishment and build connections the old-fashioned way. Their relationship roots back at least over a decade, they rumor that Greg have done something quite impressive and extraordinary to Mrs Rogers, and she elevated him from his troublesome background, giving him a chance to start over. He’s respectful to everyone until provoked or proven otherwise, skilled both in unarmed combat and subduing opponents if necessary, he has a set of shock gloves and a stun baton at reach. If things would go wild, his security training would kick in and do everything in his power to protect his boss, coworkers and the guests, using himself as a shield if necessary. He’s also a decent shot, but it’s mostly a hobby of his.


 * He has a national SIN (most likely thanks to Molly’s influence) and lives a disciplined but comfortable life.
 * He’s often sent to represent Molly in important matters when she can’t make it to meet/pick up/help out friends or her family. For everything else he would send one of his men.


 * He would politely remind people if they already had enough drinks and call them a cab. Also warn people if they need to behave for whatever reason, runners or Johnsons are no exceptions. They receive two warnings, the third one results in being simply thrown out. If the person was particularly rude, they might end up being tossed in one of their waste containers.
 * Mr Cooper is a gentle giant. He’ll help ladies jackets on and off if they allow him, handshake firm and friendly, he’ll remember your name and will smirk on your jokes no matter how bad they might be.
 * Some rumour that there might be a thing between him and Mrs Rogers, but there is no evidence for such a thing. Sure, they have a good work relationship, but it’s probably just mutual respect.