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    The East

    The east side of the city is often considered the heart of Sacrosanct. It's here were the majority of the shopping district can be found, deep in the heart of downtown. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often times, new comers to the city may be come overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever present feeling that's hardly noticed. The streets of the east side are frequented by all species as many companies are housed in the sky scrapers and hole in the wall establishments that line the streets.

    What's You'll Find Here

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    Cat's Meow

    owned by Nadya Tetradore
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    Cat's Meow

    An older brick building tucked downtown with only a neon sign above the steel door saying Cat's Meow and the drifting of music to let you know of the burlesque within. The inner confines have a lavish feeling of comfort and style. At one end of the building is a large stage for the dancers to entertain with small round tables scattered in front for the customers to sip or dine while watching. Directly across from the stage is a fully stocked bar so you’re never without a view of the entertainment.

    Owner Nadya Tetradore

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    Downtown

    Downtown

    The city has a unique skyline, clashing between modern sky rises and small victorian storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however.

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    Inner Sanctum

    owned by Alexander Macedonia
    2 employees

    Inner Sanctum

    This hidden little cafe is loaded with essentricities and antiques that fill every corner of this remarkable place. The walls are lined with oddities from every corner of the world. Beyond the intriging decor, this place is known for it's delectable coffees and it's exquisite latte art.

    Owner Alexander Macedonia

    Barista Alexis Wilde
    Barista Calliel Alosi

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    Red on the Water

    owned by Isolt Griffin
    2 employees

    Red on the Water

    Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone?s throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flare befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city?s most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.

    Owner Isolt Griffin

    Co-Owner Damon Marcello
    Waitress Yumi Chizue

bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; each to his passion; what's in a name?166.137.118.95Posted On October 10, 2017 at 3:06 PM by MIYAKO AIKEN



Honestly, if Mi weren’t so untrustworthy she probably would have liked Arlo. He seemed like a decent guy, a bit immature to her liking but overall, she could find herself living with him for the time being.

Out of the corner of her eye she watches him as he searches for the turnip, his hands hesitating over the assortment of vegetables. Hiding a small smile from him, she turns away from him before he snatches a carrot and starts slicing it. As their conversation stays on safe and level ground for the moment, she’s glad to hear he hasn’t had a roommate either. It would make this transitioning thing a bit easier for both of them, as neither of them had expectations of each other. They work in silence for a moment as she swings the pot, narrowly missing Arlo as she places it on the stove and cranks the heat up. It isn’t long before the aromas start floating about the air, and a bit of softness touches her features as some familiarity finally begins to settle over her.

She could do this. She could live in a city without knowing anyone, find a job and finish school. There were only a few hiccups in the process, but she was certain she could make it work.

Finally, she recounts the few meetings she had in the short time she had lived here without looking at Arlo, instead her focus is entirely on the stew as she takes a moment to stir it. What she wasn’t expecting was her roommate to respond so cautiously to her. Pausing, she looks over her shoulder at him, her brow arching and the stirring coming to a halt. “I appreciate your… concern Arlo, but I have lived in cities before. I understand the dangers that are associated with living in such a dense area. I always have my pepper spray with me,” she responds a very faint smile tugging on her lips, hoping it would reassure him before she turns back to her pot of stew.

She watches the simmering food for a moment before she turns on a heel and waltzes towards the cutting board, scooping up the rest of the veggies and depositing it into the pot. Humming to herself tunelessly, she stops as a rather serious note enters Arlo’s voice. Turning to look at him full on, she crosses her arms and furrows her brows at him in confusion. “What are you talking about?” she asks bluntly, before the beginnings of an idea start to form in her mind. “Oh my god, are you gay? I’m so sorry if I offended you!” she exclaims horrified. Racking her brain over the last hour of their conversation she tries to draw up any offending remarks she may have made.

Uncrossing her arms, her delicate hands reach to her face, clasping her cheeks to hide the redness, looking at the ground she has a sudden desire to bolt from the kitchen and hide herself in a bedroom and never come out. She could hear Arlo speaking to her, yet his words weren’t registering, she was entirely too wrapped up in her own mind to be considering anyone else but herself. It was the mention of ‘blood’ that snaps her out of her own conscious, all his words finally rushing into her at once.

Staring blankly at him for a moment, she churns his words over once, twice in her mind before she lets out a roaring laughter. Bending over she clutches her gut as she continues to laugh, perhaps a bit of hysteria tinged in the amusement but laughter nonetheless. It takes her several moments to catch her breath as she lowers herself to the ground in a crouched manner, still clutching at her sides. Miya wipes at her eyes as she looks up at him, a grin stretched across her face, “It would… be my luck…,” she has to pause again as she continues to chuckle through her statement, “that I got stuck with… the only crazy person in Sacrosanct,” finally catching her breath enough to stand, she does so and faces the man before her, using the heels of her hands to wipe at her eyes again.

“Look Arlo, I get you want to make a good impression since we will be living with each other for who knows how long, but you don’t need to make up absurd stories. I mean, I like a good tale every once in a while but just because I’ve encountered some strange people here doesn’t make them vampires or whatever else you might think is here. Look at you, you’re definitely not a vampire, you’re just a normal guy! If this is like some weird thing you’re into, I won’t interfere and step on your toes. I get it, we all have our quirks.” Amusement dances in her eyes as she gives the man before her a small shrug.

Miyako Aiken



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