[Sodium_noir] Hell is Other People

[FlameFlash]

> [John]
> John nodded as Jack spoke. He seemed to be studying
> the man (Perception + Awareness = 5). "You may have
> a point. But I wonder if this party is carpe fuckin
> diem to them. They might be taking it as seriously
> as the problems they'll face tomorrow."
>
> [Jack]
> Cigarette dangling from his lips, Jack eyes the man
> with as much solemnity as he can muster.
>
> "Why worry about it? What if there are more serious
> discussions taking place? Or deals being made?
> There's a couple of 'em over there in the corner who
> are most definitely making some serious fucking
> plans."
>
> Off to one corner of the ballroom, was a tuxedoed man
> whispering sweet nothings into the ear of a very
> receptive and elaborately decorated woman, while
> both inched their way to the nearest exit.
>
> "Yep." Jack smirks. "Very serious indeed." He suddenly
> wondered where Christine was.
>
> [John]
>
> John didn't frown. He was having a little trouble
> staying in character tonight, something that was
> unusual for him. Footprints. A lot of footprints.
> Something had come to Gotham.
>
> He looked around at all the people. "A couple of deals
> are the exception, not the norm. People in Gotham are
> convinced that our fellow party goers are their
> leaders in one way or another. If something bad were
> to happen, would you trust these people to see the
> city through it?"
>
> He glanced at his cigar, and crushed what little was
> left on an ashtray nearby. He notices Jack looking
> around. "Did you want to go and find your lady
> friend?"
>
> [Jack]
> Wrinkling up his nose, Jack shrugs. "I don't even know
> 'these people' you're talking about. Why would I trust
> 'em? Bad things happen all the time. No one cleans it
> up or does fuck all about it. Why would they?"
>
> He drains his glass of ice water, now wishing he'd
> ordered something stronger.
>
> "My lady friend will find me, I'm sure. Don't want to
> interrupt her, 'specially as I am not as presentable
> as she is at the moment."
>
> With his slightly over-sized, out-dated tuxedo jacket,
> empty glass, dangling cigarette, and bleary,
> half-opened eyes, one could hardly argue the point.
>
> [John]
>
> John shrugged and took a drink of his beer.  He watched Jack over the rim of
> his glance, as if he was studying something he saw but no one else was aware
> of.  "You must have gone through quite a bit of shit.  Recent?"

[Aurora]
As she wanders around the party aimlessly, hoping that she'll finally
find Christine or Mitsuko she sees someone she didn't expect.

"Jack?"  Her shyness is cowed by her curiosity on this one.  "You're
looking better!"

Then she notes that he had been in the middle of talking to somebody...

"Oh... uh... um... excuse me..." she shyly smiles to John and looks
between them awkwardly.

Tag the gents with a thanks.