The church was, indeed, a church. A functional, functioning, and apparently uninfluenced Roman Catholic church. And it was sitting in the same complex as The School, which was now apparently Vampire HQ in Red Bank. This seemed at least odd.
But real. Very real. Morgan hadn’t been in the habit of going into churches before the apocalypse, and thought that it’d be hypocritical and pointless to start going now. But there was something going on in that church. Not exactly magical, or even kind of magical. But it had a ‘flavor’ that Morgan’s apparent mage senses could at least detect, even if he didn’t fully recognize it. At least it didn’t ‘taste’ dangerous. Kind of watchful and stern, but not dangerous.
In contrast, The School simply smelled of blood and magic mixed together, which was utterly unsurprising. Morgan didn’t really care for the smell of vampire magic, but it did surprise him that it wasn’t reacting worse when the — whiff of sanctity, perhaps? — going on next door. There was a certain amount of ‘static’ as the two energies(?) intersected, but… but Morgan didn’t even know if that was normal. What this magical apocalypse really needed most was an owner’s manual.