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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.

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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 11, 2017 at 4:25 PM by MIYAKO AIKEN



Miyako explained clearly that she wasn’t left defenseless in the city, she told him she carried her pepper spray with her at all times, yet what the small woman didn’t mention was she had taken multiple defense classes and had even gone as far as to teach some. She believed she was entirely safe if some shady individual tried to harass her. It was Arlo’s mention of the pepper spray that has Mi waving a hand over her shoulder, her wrist flicking nonchalantly as she brushed his concern off. “Arlo, have you ever been sprayed with pepper spray? It is literally the worst thing ever. It burns like you would not believe and will incapacitate someone long enough for either one, run away, or two call the police. Pepper spray will be sufficient in the city, I promise,” she rolls her eyes at the now simmering stew.

Did he really think that the spray wouldn’t work? Maybe if he kept this up she would use it on him and show him just how useful it truly was. As her roommate begins to explain that he wasn’t like her, that mortification soon creeps into her features as her eyes widen in embarrassment. Not only did she think he was far to overprotective, she was certain she had offended him somehow since they had met. Racking her brain profusely it takes only but a moment for her to be drawn out of her embarrassed thoughts as Arlo has a small outburst. Blinking at him for a moment, she doesn’t let the last part of his sentence register as she’s too wrapped up in his assurance he wasn’t gay.

Mi was just about to ask him if he was a hundred percent certain that he wasn’t gay until he explains that he was, in fact, a vampire. And the mayor was a vampire. And the girl was a were-creature. A blank face as she processes it, until his words register and that laughter bubbles from her lips. It takes a while before she gets herself under control but when she does, she’s finally able to explain that she doesn’t mind his little quirks, albeit the humor dances in her eyes all the while. As Arlo continues to pursue this notion of his that he is a vampire, the humor slowly fades from her features, replaced with the furrowing of her brows.

Perhaps he had some sort of mental illness. She had studied mental illnesses like these but she had never encountered one. It made sense, he truly believed he was a vampire. When he opens his mouth to show her his teeth, she steps forward to inspect it, she goes even as far as to touch one of his canines gently. It felt real but she had seen some incredible work done by doctors, and whatever dentist managed this, they were very talented. “Look Arlo, I know that you truly believe this or at the very least you want to believe this,” she starts, pulling her hand away and letting it settle on her hip, “But you probably had your teeth done by a dentist, a very, very skilled dentist. I’ve never seen work done like that before. If you want to continue on pretending you’re a vampire I’ll play along as long as it doesn’t interfere with my work,” she gives him a soft smile, her tone subtly shifting to what she would use at work, working with sick patients.

Turning away from him briefly, she picks up the wooden spoon and gives the stew another good stir. Letting her thoughts briefly wander back to everything Arlo made mention of, she couldn’t entirely decide if it was some sort of joke or it was serious enough that she needed to get him in to see a specialist. Furrowing her brows again as she contemplates, she allows her features to return to a more neutral look before she turns to face her roommate. “Hand me the salt and pepper, would you?” she asks a bit absentmindedly. She dealt with patients like Arlo on a daily basis, though most got better, she realized she could easily live with him as long as she played along. Shrugging at the thought, she focuses her chocolate eyes back on the man across the kitchen.

Miyako Aiken



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