[Sodium_noir] Hell is Other People - Aurora

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> Sinclair Party
> 1 - 3am
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> Aurora, Eva Harrington-Smythe
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> Mrs Harrington abruptly snaps open her evening bag, fishes inside and draws
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> out a card. She hands it to Aurora. It is beautifully engraved in curling
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> deco script - Eva Harrington-Smythe, President of the Harrington Charity
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> Trust.
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> "In case you or your friend should find other items left behind from an age
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> all but dead," she says.
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> [Aurora]
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> She smiles.
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> "Thank you," and admires the script on the business card.  "Thank you
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> very much."
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> She too opens her bag and slips it into her coin pouch.
> [Eva]
> Eva Harrington smiles thinly. "You're welcome, my dear."
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> She turns to the towering chauffeur, Lloyd and for the first time, she looks
> very frail. The burly guy offers her his arm which she takes, leaning on it
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> "Au revoir. Perhaps adieu," says the elderly socialite. She begins, with
> Lloyd's assistance, to move away from Aurora and toward the exit. She pauses
> though, on her way past, turns back to look directly into the face of the
> autumn-haired girl in the vintage flapper's frock.
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> "That dress was originally made for Louise Brooks, you know," says Eva
> dreamily. "Except she never collected it from Worth's Atelier in Paris. It
> travelled to the States via an American tourist's Between Wars European
> tour; was sold after the Wall Street Crash; then bought from a classy
> vintage store not long before Pearl Harbour, for a movie obsessed Pandora
> who thought Louise Brooks was the perfect role model. Then, who knows?
> Forgotten in a basement for decades? Now it's yours. Be careful. It's
> doesn't have a happy history. Jinxed?" The old lady muses, dryly sardonic.
> "But who believes in all that supernatural nonsense these days?"
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> Eva lifts one hand, still delicate despite the time-withering, and waves a
> tiny, fingertips-only goodnight. Then she allows the resolute Lloyd to
> firmly shepherd her toward the exit and her waiting Lincoln.
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Cursed?  Aurora makes note to be sure and meditate on that, and
perhaps have Christine's help in better researching the dress, this
sounded like something deeper than even the ghost possibly knew about.

As her mind wandered to Christine she wondered where her cohort was,
and what time it was... she was growing tired.  Perhaps it would be
best to simply seek out Christine again for now...

With that, she picks at an appetizer tray, grimaces at being the
unlucky one to get the one piece of air-dried cheese, and then starts
wandering around a bit more.

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