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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

akin to stars in crystal skies108.93.10.156Posted On October 31, 2017 at 3:51 PM by anastasia romanova


The anticipatory drumming of her fingers upon the cellular phone that rested on her knee was nearly lost to the pattering of raindrops upon the towncar's windows. There was, really, naught more for her to do as the light of the sun had quite quickly begun to recede into the cradle of the waiting horizon. Even now the shapes outside of the windows had begun to fade, to coalesce into the waiting darkness of the eve, the world robbed from her slowly by the condition that had plagued her since her childhood. She had made a habit long ago of not venturing out beyond the twilight hours; however, the promise of this evening's company had proven a lure far too tempting to forgo. It had been a great many years, greater in number even than those that had separated her and Alexander, since she had last seen Matteo, though his annual birthday greetings were as reliable as the rising of the sun and something she had come to enjoy quite a lot.

Anastasia had been befuddled by Matteo's congenial advances at first, as reluctant to accept his hospitality, his presence even, as she had been towards Alexander in the beginning... as belicose in death as she had been in life, rebellious towards the man she would come to adore as much as she had done her biological father. But, as it so oft tended to do, time had shifted the opinions of the fallen Duchess, had loosened the vice that had so long kept her heart sealed against the generosity of the French gentleman... and she had embraced him as wholly as one could have hoped.

So it was that her excitment, concealed by her customary austere veneer of course, multiplied as the towncar slowed to a halt before the lounge's storefront. Her polished heels tapped gently against the stone steps, her entrance heralded by the tinkling of the cafe's bell, Anastasia hardly stopping to shed the coat she wore before gliding across the glistening wood floor to embrace the man that had long ago become family in his own right. "Matteo," she cooed, offering a quick kiss to each of the man's cheeks in turn before venturing a step back to regard him. "It has been far too long, I have missed you so." A smile, so much a rarity upon the generally-stoic facade of the Russian woman, spreads easily across the crimson bow of her lips. She turns then to Alexander, a single kiss placed upon his cheek as a hand rests lightly upon his shoulder. "Otets," she whispers in greeting before turning, finally, to the new acquintance that had been promised by Matteo.

She knows this man as she knows nearly everything else: instinctively. The broader details come to her automatically, at least, with the finer bits to be sussed out as the evening unfolded. "Your Majesty, it is a pleasure..." she lilts, a single falsely-delicate hand extended in greeting to her fellow royal.

Anastasia Romanova

Grand Duchess of Imperial Russia



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