Snow Lake

 

  

Snow Lake Locations and Services

Train Station

The platform at Snow Lake is open to the sky, and Oliver’s breath is forming ice-crystals in the cold air.

People seem to be moving toward an exit that is part of a simple building in the centre of the platform.

Out the front of the station, there is a taxi rank, with sections marked as F/S, H/O and G in, respectively, yellow, grey and brown paint. However, most people seem to be waiting at, or heading for, a nearby bus stop.

  

Buses

Buses here seem to take coins not cards.

  

Taxis

From a sample of one, the taxi used by the Vizierate was in poor repair.

  

Bronze-Stepping’s Neighbourhood

 He steers down poorly-lit streets, briefly coming onto a busier, brighter strip with several other vehicles, mostly public transport and utility vans and trucks, before turning off into a quieter series of streets.
The buildings here are old, and in a state of some disrepair.  Unlike Purpleton, with its ornamental gardens and trees, this neighbourhood is a wasteland of stained and crumbling concrete buildings and houses separated by chain-link fences, with only the occasional spray of graffiti to break the grey-brown monotony.  The streets seem quiet, they’ve passed only a few cars and a few people.
 
They’re standing on the side of a suburban street, just wide enough for two vehicles to pass but with a fairly wide footpath either side.  It’s dark, and the night is overcast but there’s no precipitation.  Their breath is visible, the water vapour forming ice crystals, it’s probably about 2°C.  There is street lighting, but it’s not comprehensive and there are plenty of patches of darkness and shadow.  The buildings here seem to be apartment blocks, mostly between 4 and 6 storeys tall.  None have front yards, most open directly on to the street but a few are set back a metre or so.  Only a couple have parking entrances and those are secure.
 

Sample Apartment

The building lobby is dimly lit, with only one of the illumination strips providing light. There is an elevator sporting a hand-written sign with the words ‘Out of Order’ visible under a thick layer of dust.

Next to the elevator is a flight of stairs leading up and one leading down.

The space smells damp and musty.

A ground floor door marked ‘101’ that opens directly off the lobby opens a crack, darkness behind it, and is quickly closed. 

The stairs are well worn, and mostly illuminated, although the flight between the second and third level has had the original lighting strip removed and replaced with a different one that is thicker and shorter and appears to be held in place with several layers of tape. Unlike the other stair lights, this one throws a garish green hue.

On the fourth floor the stairs open out to straight corridor with apartments either side. There doors here are equipped with simple optical peep-holes and seem to be constructed of some sort of ceramic material in a metal frame. They look to be equipped with mechanical locks operated with a key. 

Inside there is a worn couch and a couple of worn chairs. Some small tables, a bureau under the windows, a televid on the wall between them. There are no other doors to this room.