<div align="center">Milwaukee by Night<br/>Wednesday, November 30th, 2011,  11 PM<br/>At the Milwaukee Dome Gardens</div><br/>Much of the city's kindred population gathered once again in the Dome Gardens, on of the Prince's favorite places to hold Elysium -- many of his Court, on the other hand, found it to be occasionally tacky and silly.  Certainly, it was a place that stood in contrast with the rest of their meeting places; an in-door garden, the Domes generally featured full gardens suited each to a different ecosystem, climate-controlled to keep the plants therein happy and healthy all year long.  The Prince enjoyed the central dome, which was redecorated most often, usually into designs that were suited for display before groups of young schoolchildren or otherwise appropriate for some educational purpose or another.<br/><br/>Tonight, the garden was still set into the previous month's Sleepy Hollow layout, with lots of hay bales and pumpkins set out along paths that were cast in shadow beneath trees whose branches hung overhead.  On nights like this, there was little light at all in the garden -- save for the glow cast from within a single building within the dome, little more than a Colonial-Era schoolhouse in design -- hardly even redecorated for the Sleepy Hollow event.  During the day, it was the school in which Ichabod Crane worked -- tonight, it was where the night's big meeting would be held.<br/><br/>Already, the Kaiser was in the little schoolhouse, preparing for the evening's main event, sharing the room -- which might fit all of the city's Kindred, should they attend, though it would be tight -- with his Sheriff, Adam.  Now would be the time for visitors with pleas to the Prince to make them, and so he was handling those, as well.<br/><br/>Most of the rest of the locals who had made it to the event -- many of them, more than was usual even, as the message delivered across the city by Zuckert had not only mentioned the meeting place but also suggested that attendance was strongly suggested -- mandatory, even.  Epiphany was present, talking to her protege of sorts, Eleanor, who sat perched precariously on the railing of the bridge where, presumably, the Headless Horseman would be stopped in his pursuit of Ichabod.<br/><br/>Dr. Lehner, of the Tremere Chantry, had arrived early with two of his three students in tow -- Alma Guzman, his own Childe, and Alexia deLaunge, whom most of the city had been told to<em>treat</em>as his Childe.  There was a third student as well, but where he was anyone's guess.  Presently, Dr. Lehner regaled (or bored) his students with a rambling explanation of the Sleepy Hollow legend -- and, perhaps more interestingly, on his own take on what the source for that story may actually have been.  ("It is rare, as I have come to understand it, for a spirit to take on such a bodily form as described in the story, particularly for such a period of time or with such regularity; I believe that it may not have been a spirit at all, but some other sort of being, though my studies are yet inconclusive...")<br/><br/>Both Rose Wilde and Ciaphas Morgan had received their own invitations to the event, the former delivered in person some days prior by the scarred Nosferatu himself, the latter scrawled in neat, tight hand-writing on the stationery of some little up-start computer company from Downtown.  In either case, it was made very clear that their attendance was not only expected but demanded -- thought details beyond that were not incredibly forthcoming.