The middle tier of Spider City is a monument to hu­ manity’s consumerist society. It’s a well-lit and maintained bazaar of technological delights. Both the emanations and assorted Weaver-spirits work hard to organize information, distill it into juice, and upload it into the Computer Web with the help of ubiquitous computer terminals. Emana­ tion and Spider alike work all they can in the hopes of earning not only a promotion, but also to afford the best

tech to impress the higher-ups. Downtown is a land where whomever has the best toys, wins.

This district is a populated with an uncountable number of malls, pubs, offices, kiosks, and talking vend­ ing machines where the residents buy whatever they can earn with the sweat of their brow. Robotic Weaver-spirits with mismatched parts called Weaver Constructs serve as merchants here, taking orders for anything an emanation wants if they can afford it. Almost anything can be found at one of these Constructs, if one knows where to ask. Re­ questing something dangerous like weaponry, information on a powerful Weaver-spirit, or access to Uptown, results in a refusal and a report to the Spider Patrol — unless the customer has enough juice to change the Construct’s mind.

With the current state of Weaver-Garou relations, the inhabitants of Downtown are all too eager to report obvious shapeshifters to the authorities. Shapeshifters in Homid form with ID Cards can pass for native residents, and an Ananasi’s Crawlerling swarm won’t even draw a second glance. Any other shape draws the attention and wrath of the Weaver’s minions.