OLIVET is a simple diner, resting atwixt of the town of Winterville, and the bulk of the Blackbone Woods. At first sight, one might think it quaint—cute even; a resting place for tired bones. Only the Mooners can tell the hidden tale of it's positioning though.
Olivet isn't just a Diner. It's a Union. Where the humans, and the shifters meet like any other place. Say the Empire State Building in NYC, or the Eiffel Tower in Paris—only in Olivet, seeing actual wolves run across the asphalt is as normal as a person sipping a latte in the morning.
It's closeness to the woods makes it easy for the werewolves to slip out into the night at the Moon's call. During the day, the place is packed. Ranchers, Truckers, Bikers, Peddlers, Hookers—name it. All these people come for one thing. The unity of a shared community, race, gender or sexual inclinations irrelevant. The tasty-as-fuck menu is just an added advantage.
