In the end, a warehouse had to be used. A sports arena might have sufficed for so many people, or a concert hall, but those had long since gone and no large public venues had yet been reconstructed. Any number of churches were suggested, of course, but aside from the overwhelming number of people to accomodate, there was the inevitable issue of associations with Norsefire that made such an avenue less than ideal. Thus, a large section of an industrial park had been carefully converted for this event.
It was late at night and throngs of people filled the area, guided by volunteers. It had snowed earlier, but now the sky was clear. A half-moon shone down, and there was enough of a breeze to make one eager to be indoors. Lights and signs showed the way toward one central building where a low hum of hushed voices and shuffling feet could be heard. Within, people slowly and steadily settled into rows and waited.