Population 50 000 (non-Awakened, breathing, mundane not-at-all-fuzzy) People.
Location Somewhere on the west Coast in sunny California.
Population Well-off financially; liberal in leaning (though swinging towards the right on economic issues); mixed ethnicity; a whole city full of Walking Take-out for the Vamps.

The Tiny Little Spot Where You Live Harker's Court, a tiny little subdivision on the north side of the city made up of a few blocks of well-treed neighbourhood. Generally it's safe to walk through, and at night you've got at least an eighty percent chance of sprinting through the park without a mugger showing up to illustrate why you don't sprint through the park at night. Strange things have been known to go on in Harker's Court, though for the most part it's just a Nice Place to Raise Your Children, and if You Lived There, You'd Be Home By Now.

The Indian Burial Grounds Highschool (financed and founded in 1850 by Abe Indian, Johon Burial and Walter Grounds) is the tiny little slice of hell that houses 90% of your peer group, is the place where 2/3rds of your life's Little Lessons will be learned and is the seat of learning which will ladel information into your tender little brains until they're properly sauteed by the Consensus' Accelerated Learning Plan. There is, of course, no truth to the rumour that the school has been built on a Node. Nor to the rumour that a vampire Prince makes his lair in the old sub-basement. Or that a pack of Garou tend the botanical gardens at night. Or that a coven of Hedge-Wizards make up the entire Latin club (though on further reflection, who else would care about Latin?). And of course the wraiths of past Valadictorians don't haunt Gym C, where they all gave their final, Salutory address. And it's sheer absurdity to believe that the fey run the art room. And...