Within the Northern vicinity of the city, the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high-class architecture. The pristine streets are paved with stone and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting - for the right clientele. In the North, every establishment is eager 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 - whether it happens to be illegal or merely involves 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 allows them the luxuries that the North provides.

What You'll Find Here

The VooDoo Room
The Witchery


The newly opened Eternity is an expensive fine dining restaurant nestled high upon the hills of the North - providing it a breathtaking view of the city below. The award-winning chefs at Eternity collaborate directly with local farmers and producers to source the freshest ingredients for its ever-changing menu. The staff at Eternity pride themselves on serving each customer's unique dietary needs - from the vampiric to the mortal races. Reservations are strongly encouraged as Eternity is frequently booked to capacity.

The VooDoo Room

Located in the heart of the North, the Voodoo Room is the spirits lover's destination of choice in Sacrosanct. The Voodoo room is a craft cocktail bar that aims to provide an eclectic and exotic atmosphere. Nestled among the William Morris wallpaper, gold, and wood, you will find a new kind of neighborhood cocktail bar. One where hospitality and skill work in concert. With intoxicating liquors and a voodoo vibe, the Voodoo room will keep you coming back for more. Guided by the mantra of providing a one of a kind, high-end experience, the Voodoo Room's mixologists meet the highest standards with a fantastically themed selection of cocktails and specials.

The Witchery

Dark, Gothic, and thoroughly theatrical, the Witchery is a place to indulge yourself with it's lavish, theatrical suites. Whatever room you choose, you'll find glamor, indulgence, and luxury. From the Vestry to the Library and the Armory, the suites of the Witchery are nothing short of sensually romantic. A stay at the Witchery is not complete without dining in the rich baroque surroundings of the original oak-paneled hotel or among the elegant candle-lit charms of the Secret Garden. Whether you stay or dine, The Witchery is an unforgettably magical experience.

Ain't life just awful strange [open]

Posted on November 28, 2018 by Gia Jones
North Reopen Thread

a new world hangs outside the window
beautiful and strange
it must be I've fallen awake
I must be

She hated the airport.

It made her antsy, jittery even. Being in such close proximity to so many people. Waiting in long, slow-moving lines just to be patted down by a stranger... Having to walk in her bare feet, if only for a few minutes and only a handful of steps, all of it was humiliating. Perhaps that's why she'd yet to visit Leslie at her university.

Much to her relief, Leslie volunteered to come home for the holidays, even though there wasn't much of a "home" waiting for her in Sacrosanct any longer. Instead of relaxing in her old childhood bedroom, Leslie would look at it from the outside, through the upstairs window, while the couple Buffy rented the house to remained inside. It was awkward of course, and perhaps a little bit melancholy, but Leslie took it all in stride. It was probably easier this way, since that house still had so many memories of their late mother floating around in it.

Nevertheless, Buffy fretted over Leslie's visit. It was their first Thanksgiving together since their mother died, even if two Thanksgiving holidays had passed since she fell ill and never recovered. Leslie hadn't been home in a while. She would hole up in Buffy's small make-shift garage apartment, in the backyard of their childhood home nonetheless, with just Simon the cat for company other than her anxious older sister.

Somehow, they made it work. They cooked together all day and watched the Macy's Day Parade on TV, like they used to with mom. They probably drank too much wine. They look long strolls through DuPont Circle, laughing about old squabbles from their past. The long weekend did a lot to liff Buffy's spirits. And when her younger sister pried about her current state, Buffy let her guard down. They cried together. They mourned together. It was hard, as the minutes passed and then the hours, to know that Leslie would have to leave again soon.

Buffy saw her off at the airport, despite Leslie's offer to take an Uber by herself. And Buffy managed to keep it together, even as she watched her sister disappear past the security line and throngs of travelers. She remembered her breathing exercises the therapist told her about as her eyes began to well with salty tears. And instead of bee-lining it back to the Metro station, she slid into a small airport bar and ordered a shot of whiskey, then a cold dark beer.

The bar was busy, travelers with suitcases and laptop bags coming and going. Some families hovered around small tables on the sticky floor. Football blared from the television screens overhead. Buffy knocked back the shot fairly quickly, and nursed the cold beer for sometime, trying to enjoy the fact that she felt invisible in the hustle and bustle of the airport at the end of a holiday weekend.