Geography:

	The local area is defined by its center; the Boulevard Kropotkin
	that runs for nearly ten blocks before terminating in a plaza in
	front of Judge Khalid's courthouse/residence.  It, the plaza, the
	Boulevard, and the houses along it are part of a unit, translated
	to Nexus many years ago.  It's been very stable for Nexus, and
	the original inhabitants of the area are unknown.

	Off to the West (arbitrarily putting the courthouse at the North 
	end of the Boulevard) is a canal and a dock area.  On the East, 
	townhouses in the two-to-four story range.  This is where the Blofeld
	Transportation Corporation is located, between a two storey shrimp
	farm and ???.


Home Base:

	The building that houses the BTC is three floors high and not very
	deep, leaving a big lot in back for parking.  The first floor has
	the shop front on the street, and the garage/workshop behind
	that.  The second floor is residential, including a kitchen and
	common areas.  Mr. Blofeld's offices and living quarters are on
	the top floor.

	The yard in back is usually filled by the two Suzuki
	three-quarter-ton trucks with off-road suspensions.  Unfortunately
	they are not usually both operational at the same time.  Around
	the yard are scattered more than a dozen bicycles, in various states
	of repair.

	Blofeld Transportation consists of nine people: one driver, one
	driver/mechanic, one mechanic, one receptionist, one
	records-keeper, two guards, Blofeld, and his heir-apparent.

Gianbattista Rossi
	The primary driver for BTC, is a youngish Italian man. He's
	clean-shaven, with short hair, and usually wears a cap and a
	jacket, and racing gloves when he's driving.  He drives with a
	very light touch, his hands playing over the controls as if he
	were playing a piano, and has an almost supernatural awareness of
	where all the corners of the vehicle are.  He's never hit a
	stationary object, and has successfully performed a 359-point turn
	in an alley.

Mrs. Williamson
	The cook for BTC is rail-thin, hatchet-faced, with grey hair, and
	an inclination to lecture employees who spoil their appetites with
	cookies between meals.

Reginald
	mr. Blofeld's cat is a white turkish angora with a superior air,
	and an insistance on being fed at the right times.  He will 
	occasionally deign to be petted, but only in Mr. Blofeld's lap
	does he become an undignified purring fluffball.


Neighbors:

Mr. Evaristo Dumont
	A short, dapper Brazilian gentleman who lives in a townhouse a
	few doors down from the BTC.  He is very keen on developing
	mechanical means of flying in Nexus, claiming he crashed here some
	years ago after flying into a storm in an aeroplane in his native
	dimension.  He is willing to roll up his sleeves and become
	mechanically involved as necessary, and is currently trying to
	perfect an autogiro that he can launch from the roof of his house.
	It is unclear how he makes a living.  

Mr. & Mrs. Graskowicz
	The Graskowicz's run a small bookshop/newspaper stall across the
	street from Blofeld. Mr. Graskowicz recently bought a new car....

The Phong Urban Shrimp Farm
	This is a family-run establishment right next door to the BTC.
	The large, multi-generational Phong family raises shrimp in large
	vats, pumping water through to simulate ocean currents.  Friendly
	sea-bug eating neighbors are often awarded packets of fresh shrimp
	to take home and cook by Mrs. Phong.

Club Avalon
	A nightclub/speakeasy located off the Plaza, and run by the faerie;
	unseelie or seelie, it's unclear.  Since they never sleep, it's
	open pretty much all day through, being closed only a couple of
	hours in the morning for cleaning up.  The proprietress is referred
	to only as the Queen of the Fey, or just 'The Queen', and addressed
	as 'Ma'am'.  The other faerie have names, like Luther and Gawaine,
	and wear pinstripe suits and fedoras.  The women (all inhumanly
	beautiful) go by names like Hudson, Tyler, Mitchell, or Travis
	and have bobbed hair and otherwise wear twenties' fashions, as
	appropriate for the time of day.

	The Club Avalon sells booze, and provides lunch, dinner, music,
	dancing, and an early breakfast.  Despite rumors, there is no
	evidence that anyone eating the food or drinking the liquor have
	ever been enslaved to the faerie.

Primus' Palaestra
	This is a combination gym and dojo, run by Cassius Argilla, who
	describes himself as a 'lanista' or trainer of gladiators.  Besides
	him and his assistant, there are usually one or two other visiting
	teachers, a number of students, and a large quantity of gym
	equipment all stuffed into the ground floor of a multi-story
	building on the docks side of the Boulevard.

	Cassius is very fit, if somewhat older, with short-cropped grey
	hair and a somewhat brusque manner.  Though somewhat past his
	prime, he is still a master in most weapons forms, and personally
	instructs the senior students in his art, a mixture of a variety
	of martial arts.  His assistant, Sri, is a hulking, well-muscled
	man in his prime, who specializes in wrestling and kick-boxing.



Medical:

Dr. N'sele
	A cheerful, rotund witch doctor who is quite popular, and possibly
	the best doctor in the local area.  His medical practice is based
	on manipulating spirits, so he claims, and he does not accept cash
	or gold for his services, but insists on payment in favors or
	goods.  It's something to do with his connection to the spirit
	world, and the impersonality of cash.

Dr. Sislew
	A psychiatrist before a doctor, he always begins with the
	assumption that a problem can be talked around, although he is
	capable of full medical treatment.  He is a thin, serious man,
	with receeding brown hair, and wears a one-piece bodysuit or
	jumpsuit.  Uses a fair bit of technology.

Dr. Bronner
	A largish, loud, cheerful gentleman, with a holistic approach to
	healthcare.  He doesn't just want to fix what ails you currently,
	but to make your life better in general.  He's Jewish of some
	peculiar form, and wears a yarmulke with a vaguely 19th century
	suit.  His hair and beard are both luxuriantly long and flowing.

St. Setsuko's Hospital (Sain-setsko)
	The only real hospital in the area is a large, low compound with
	several courtyards, consisting mostly of whitewashed walls and
	stone floors, kept clean by a lot of scrubbing.  The order of nuns
	that runs the place is vaguely Catholic (they have services in
	their attached chapel), is entirely made up of cat-like Skrill,
	and practices the 'cleanliness is next to godliness' ethic.


Legal:

Judge Khalid (Sheik Khalid)
	The law in the local vicinity.  Partly mayor, but mostly judge,
	he runs a court that settles most complaints fairly and with 
	precedent.  He's been around for close to twenty years.  His
	court is not a required place to settle disputes, but once a
	dispute has been taken there, he requires that all parties
	abide by his judgement, and his boys make sure any sentences 
	are carried out.

	Khalid appears to be in his 50's, arabic, but very westernized -
	wears business suits, etc.  His english is very british.

Khalid's Boys are a bunch of Judge Khalid's trusted assistants, about
	a dozen senior assistants of various kinds, and a larger number
	of goons.  Their primary functions are to make sure Khalid's
	judgements are carried out and to collect what passes for taxes.
	Taxes are assessed monthly on all residences and businesses, based
	on the size of the building and the number of doors (doors defined
	as openings to separate parts of the house, so if there are
	separate business and residential sections, the tax is higher).

Sayyid Bronzefang
	One of Khalid's Boys, Sayyid is responsible for the district in
	which BTC has its offices. As a convert to Islam, he is much less
	pleased by unKoranly goings-on like women holding jobs, women
	walking around with their faces hanging out, women drinking
	alcohol...  okay, so he's a misogynist as well as religious. He
	knows better than to explicitly lean on anyone the Sheikh wouldn't
	want leaned on (ie, law-abiding taxpayers, regardless of sex or
	clothing), but he can be obnoxious entirely within the bounds of
	his mandate.

	Sayyid is a largish orc, about 6'6" and 350lbs, some of it still
	muscle. He dresses in expensive suits which wrinkle immediately
	(an orcish genetic trait) and traditional headgear. His skin is
	green, his hair sparse, and one of his tusks bronze.

Other people:

Mr. Five-by-five
	His name describes him adequately; he's about five feet tall, and
	equally wide.

Madame Mosca
	She sells curiousities, antiques, and runs a pawn shop.  She may
	well be a fence, in addition.  Mme. Mosca look human enough from 
	the waist up, but her full skirts cover an alarming number of 
	legs.  She always dresses in dark colors, black, brown, or rust.

Samarkand Stables
	"Ships of the Desert"  "Ungulates of burden & Drayage" Camels,
	llamas and their ilk, stabling, riding horses.  Parking structure
	- paddock on top, stalls underneath.