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    The North

    Within the Northern vicinity of the city the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high class victorian architecture. The streets are paved with stone, the buildings are made of brick, and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting. In the North every establishment is made to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - weather it be illegal or merely looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allow them the luxuries that the North provides.

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    St. Pancras Station

    owned by Eve Thorn
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    St. Pancras Station

    A historical train station renovated in to a luxury resort-style country club that unites Victorian elegance with contemporary style. Relax in the full-service spa featuring spa treatments, saunas, spa pools with hydro therapy & aqua bar, and relaxation lounges. The club offers many dining and entertainment options including Seven Sisters Lounge, Victoria Bistro, Barlow Gastropub and the formal St. Pancras restaurant as well as boutique shopping and event halls. Join The Chambers Club for a more exclusive entertainment experience.

    Owner Eve Thorn

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    The VooDoo Room

    owned by Ceara Hade
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    The VooDoo Room

    The Voodoo Room is an award winning bar that aims to provide an eclectic and exotic atmosphere. The bar is filled with intoxicating liquors and a voodoo vibe to keep you coming back. Their mixologists meet the highest standards with our fantastical themed selections of cocktails and specials.

    Owner Ceara Hade

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    The Witchery

    owned by Rowena Metcalf
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    The Witchery

    Dark, gothic, and throughly theatrical, the Witchery is a place to indulge yourself with it's fabulously lavish suites. Whatever room you choose, you'll find glamor, indulgence and luxury. The suites you have to choose from are: the Vestry, Sempill, the Old Rectory, the Library, the Turret, Heriot, Guardsroom, Armory.

    Owner Rowena Metcalf

    Sous Chef Elenore Dorian

doing the best things so conservatively; eve75.72.150.45Posted On April 14, 2017 at 6:25 PM by lukas beck

don't think twice, it's alright

He had, perhaps, been over-eager.

There was no other excuse for being half an hour early for this first day of work, but he still couldn’t quite believe it was true. Maybe rushing through his shower and shave and catching a bus to the Renaissance well ahead of schedule was because he was afraid it was just a dream and if he got there a minute late it would all be gone in a puff of smoke.

Right. Only in Lukas’s fairy tales did he work as the night clerk at a hotel.

But what a hotel it is, he thinks as he sits in the lobby, sipping a cappuccino from the cafe down the hall. He’d only stayed in one so grand and posh once, with his parents when he was still a pre-teen; after that, the Holiday Inn had been about the best he could do, and he’d spent his fair share of time in worse.

This was a palace, comparatively - and he would have the keys.

The dayside manager had been a little harried with the other business of opening and had told him to wait until she was free before she could begin to train him in his duties. He’d already seen the pool, the spa, the gym - now he was only waiting, sitting on a plush couch, trying to keep from jangling his foot in a nervous rhythm.

Word was a noblewoman owned the hotel, and he certainly would believe it, given the space itself and the clientele he already saw passing through. All their shoes were so damn shiny. He darts a glance at his own scuffed wingtip boots. He’d scrounged them from the depths of his moving-boxes, along with his one worn blazer. By any other standards in his life, he looked pretty smart. Here…

Well. He could update his wardrobe once his first paycheck came in.

Another glance at his phone tells him he’s still got fifteen minutes to go, and he stands again, scrubbing a hand through his hair before setting off across the lobby toward the bathroom. He’t too jittery to pay much attention, and it costs him when a commotion at the front desk makes him half turn - and bump into somebody. He fumbles to recover his coffee, steadying it before it can spatter down the woman’s front and thanking god it has a lid, and glances up with an apology at the ready to find himself looking into the greenest eyes he’s ever seen.

“Er,” he manages, momentarily thrown off-kilter. He rights himself quickly and flashes an easy grin. “Sorry about that. Gorgeous building. Distractingly so, even.” Luckily for all involved, he is not so bold as to wink.


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