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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?; lukas69.145.144.152Posted On March 25, 2017 at 8:58 AM by MIYAKO AIKEN



It was, perhaps, her favorite coffee shop since she had arrived in Sacrosanct. Well, if she were being honest with herself, it was the only coffee shop she had been to since she moved here. It was on her way to and from the university and she tended to slip into that same booth nearly every day on her way home from her class, ordering her coffee and removing her books and laptop from her messenger bag. It’s with that small memory, a small simper toying on her mouth, does she jolt back to the present as her professor dismisses class. Frowning, she gathers her laptop and shoves it back into her messenger bag, her chocolate eyes darting around the small room to see if anyone had noticed her staring off into the distant.

Sighing in relief, she slips her bag over her shoulder and stands from the chair, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Miyako is almost to the door when the professor calls her back. Cringing, she thinks briefly about bolting for the door, but that was rude and as much as Mi would like to be rude at times, her manners won time and time again. So, the petite Asian woman turns on a heel and hesitantly walks back to the podium. They exchange words briefly, her professor inquiring if she was alright, that she looked distracted. She fumbles over her words assuring him that she is quite alright, that it was just the move that was wearing on her and that she would indeed be back to normal shortly.

He seems to accept her answer, dismissing her and Miyako exits the room, another sigh of relief emitting from her lips. Was she that transparent? Even Arlo, whom she had only known a short while, seemed to know everything she was thinking! She supposed, if she were to become a doctor, she needed to be better at hiding her feelings.

Chewing on her lower lip thoughtfully, a frown creasing her brows, she descends the stairs and is so caught up in her thoughts that as the first gust of cold air hits her, a small gasp escapes. Fumbling for the zipper on her coat, she pauses in the doorway, yanking it up, shoving her hands in her coat pocket and nestling down into her jacket to retrieve what little warmth she could find. This city was so cold! Perhaps it was the constant breeze that was always flowing through the buildings, or perhaps it was simply because winter felt like it had lasted an eternity this year.

Grumbling her discomfort, she moves farther into the cold, the sun glimmering weakly on her back as she heads for that favorite coffee shop of hers. Maybe she should go home, she hadn’t seen Arlo for a while. She had taken to working nights at the hospital and as exciting as his interesting, specialty diet was, she had yet to find any time to cook for him. Again, another frown tugs at the corner of her lips as she reaches the small café. Pushing in the door, she savors the warmth of the small room, the scent of freshly ground beans caressing the air. That frown is immediately replaced with a gentle smile as she strolls casually to the counter, ordering herself a black Americano for here.

It’s only when she turns around does she note how very busy it was in here. Surprise mars her features as her eyes dart to her small booth in the corner to find it, thankfully, unoccupied, the only one left unoccupied. Hurrying to the corner, she slips into the intimate booth, sliding her messenger bag from over her shoulder, shuffling through it to retrieve her headphones. She’s just about to dump the contents onto the table before she realizes she had left her earphones at home beside her bed. Sighing, she realizes suddenly she wasn’t going to get any work done here today. Perhaps she should go home. But, as her coffee arrives, she grasps the warm mug in her hands, savoring the warmth that seeps into those chilled fingers of hers. Maybe she would stay a little longer, just to warm up. And so, Miyako does, sipping on the scalding coffee, her gaze fixed on the window, to the world outside, as she is once more lost in her thoughts. Content.

Miyako Aiken



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