Atlanta, the not distant enough past. Another week past, marked by another Midnight Mass.
Every Sanctified Domain has it's own geographic flare, and Atlanta is no different: a hint of the Southern-Baptist, hardliner, wealthy conservatism with a splash of Pentecostal fervor and fanaticism. It's not a time of hymnals and pews but one of big screens with Power Point lyrics and stadium seating. It's not just religion, you see; it's entertainment; it's an emotional experience; it's a social who's-who with the extra obstacle of holiness--not just Sanctified, no, because in a Lancea Sanctum Domain, everyone goes to church, especially the ones who don't want to.
Mood Music.
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"Be right back," Crispin lies, smooth as braile. "I promise. Wouldn't want to miss tonight's big surprise." He winks, like anyone but that crazy Reverend knows what it is.
OOC: Give me a sense of your attire in your opening post. One post to reply to Crispin. As you meet and greet and seat, it'll be about one to two posts per important attendee. Roll for all your Social maneuvers as well as Perception and Empathy for each person who enters.