Continued from From Nous to Star...
Down Capitol Mall, and just over The River, is Four Walls. Sitting within sight of Raley Field and The Ziggurat, it's immediately apparent that the address Star has given Nous isn't... conventional. It's not an apartment. Or a house. Or a condo.
It's an abandoned, slightly dilapidated theater. A ventrue capitalist could probably venture why it failed: too small to compete with the new breed of megaplexes, and too large to have the cut-rate ticket prices of the smaller ones. It's the Jan Brady of the Cinema Bunch.
Of course it has nothing to do with the garish orange siding.
Check the address again? Yes. This is her destination. Star's out front, doing something to an equally old and dilapidated motorcycle. A large piece of molded plasti-fiberglass is on the ground next to it.