So, anyway, ever since I've had the PDFs, I've been looking into how I would do my hometown of Huntington, West Virginia as a Dresdenverse city. Partially because, hey, that's all kinds of material there that I just grew up with and partially because there's a lot of stuff that I've seen that could be useful somewhere - like the trapdoor underneath the old college library that leads down into darkness or the strangely shaped standing stone with a hole through it in the park where LARPers congregate every weekend. All kinds of great stuff.
While I've been doing this, I've been thinking a lot about appearances of stuff. I've already figured out one of the major themes after moving back here a while ago. Which is that you're always one step away from the bad part of town. It used to be there were good neighborhoods that were pretty good all the way through when I was a kid. Now? Huh. It seems like everywhere's less than a block away from a wretched hive of scum and villainy.
However, on the flip side, Huntington was once in the Guinness Book of Records for having the most churches of any city. I can't recall if it was by block or per capita or just geographically, but there are heck of a lot of churches. This, of course, has to be important to the makeup of the city in Dresdenverse somehow, but I wasn't sure where I would go with it. There's always a threshold nearby seems like a copout and the city just doesn't feel like a bastion of holiness anymore - if it ever did.
Now, one of the overarching concepts I had was a large portion of despair in the town. Everyone smokes to get through the day, everyone drinks to get to sleep at night, everyone is doing drugs to just feel. This sounds ripe for a large Skavis presence, which has more or less always been a part of how I saw the city going down in the Dresdenverse. Sure, there's a club which practically screams Raith to me (and will be if I ever write this up), but the city as a whole has a dark taint of the Skavis to me. Of that deep despair.
And then last night I had a thought. What if the churches weren't the bastion of holiness? At least not all of them? What if some of them had been beaten away and worn down into the very place the Skavis make their thronghold? Think about it. It's insidious and it's horrible, but it works oh so well.
Of course, there are beacons in the night, churches who haven't fallen to their influence - but they're all falling, one by one. Those folks at City Hall keep raising taxes and the bus routes have to work around different ways and, heck, since the trolley stopped running, nobody can get here anymore ... It's just the growth of the city, right?
Well, last night, I had the thought that the best thing these vamps in the church would feed on wouldn't be the despair - it would be the guilt. You know the kind of preaching that I'm talking about. The stuff that rakes your soul over the hot fires of hell and makes you feel like a lowly, misbegotten worm. A vampire who fed on guilt would revel in that sermon - and be perfectly poised to make it so much more effective.
So, do people think that guilt and despair are far enough apart to make a whole new house of the White Court? Or do they think that it's really just another application of the same thing?