[Sodium_noir] Hell is Other People

[Mara Ravenclaw]

Sinclair Mansion
1 - 3am

Mara, Bradley, Sandra, Christine
Vamp, Mortal, Bastet, Mage

> [Bradley]
> Bradley politely stepped back and chatted with Lady Sinclair while  
> Mara spoke on the telephone.  Taking a phone call in the middle of  
> a conversation was incredibly rude, but luckily Allen Bradley  
> didn’t share his employer’s obsessions with formality and proper  
> behavior.  Truth be told, he didn’t think very much of it.  While  
> Mara was occupied with giving directions over the phone, he moved a  
> slight bit closer to Lady Sinclair, situating himself so that their previous three-way conversation was now limited to two people.
He thought of making an excuse and heading home to his daughters,  
but they were in good hands with the nanny.  Instead, he carried on  
their previous conversation while waiting for Ms. Ravenclaw to get  
off the phone.

[Mara]
Mara replies.  "Au revoir."  She closes the phone and then turns to  
Lady Sinclair and Mr. Bradley.  "My apologies."  She offers to  
them.  "But I had to take that call."

[Christine]
Christine proceeds carefully, now making a conscious effort to at  
least appear mostly together. Pale, jaw set, she threads her way  
along the route Mara described - as far as she can remember it  
anyhow. Slipping through a partly opened door, Christine does  
indeed spot Mara and Marguerite Sinclair; a couple of other people  
she doesn't immediately recognise. Christine glances up at Sandra.  
"Here goes nothin', " she mutters, begins to walk toward her former  
employer.

[Sandra]
Sandra waits a polite distance behind with her best socialite smile  
as she waits for Christine to make the first moves. She wanted to  
get a feel for the personalities she would be dealing with, quietly  
prayed that whatever was going on between her newfound charge and  
this Mara Ravenclaw would go smoothly.

[Mara]
Finally Mara catches sight of Christine.  She keeps her face set in  
a carefully neutral expression.  She was not going to fight with  
Christine in public.  Not if she could help it...

[Christine]
Christine approaches Mara, Lady Sinclair and the other party goer she doesn't recognise. She is aware of Sandra's graceful presence close  
to and this does help her confidence. At least Sandra's effortless  
glamour gives Christine some camouflage;  a little reflected poise  
and sparkle. Makes her feels marginally less like a thistle in an  
orchid house.

Mara is wearing her social face; means she probably *is* going to  
play nice for the company. Kinda. Maybe Christine can manage that  
too, what the hell? It would be better. Any fight right now is bound  
to turn extremely ugly, given Christine's fragile hold on her Molotov temper. She takes a deep breath.

"Mara, Lady Sinclair," Christine nods and smiles tightly at the  
Gotham socialite and also at the unknown man in impeccable if  
unostentatious evening wear. "Er," Christine glances at Sandra  
briefly, "this is . . . "

[Sandra]
Sandra steps forward.. "Sandra Scoland," she says with a charmed  
smile. She'd been in these types of settings more than once in her  
line of work. "Antiquities Broker. A pleasure," she says with social  
grace.

[Mara]
Mara looks at Christine's companion.  Her second, if she used her Mentor's archaic terminology; wingwoman if one used more modern slang.  The woman was well-dressed and had a sort of predatory grace that matched her own.  However, the woman was drawing breath.  Not like her then.  "A pleasure to meet you Ms. Scoland."  Mara replies, not offering her hand first.  "Christine, ms. Scoland, this is Mr. Allen Bradley.  Mr. Bradley, this is Christine MacAbee."  She omits her relationship to Christine.  At the moment that was too complicated to attempt to explain.  

>"Let me commend you on a fabulous celebration Lady Sinclair," she  
says. "This place is magnificent." Sandra plays interceptor for Christine as she looks to gain the attention of the Hostess and the gentleman accompanying her.

[Christine]
Christine watches Sandra shimmer into action with profound gratitude.  She manages to catch Mara's eye as Sandra smilingly snares the small group's attention. Need to talk, her own eyes signal.

[Mara]
Their years together had evolved into an unspoken language in addition to the Spanish they shared.  She wanted to talk.  About what?  And was it something they could discuss in mixed company?  She turns her gaze to Scoland and Lady Sinclair.    

"You look like you need a cup of coffee."  Mara says.  "Do you want to try to track one down?"  Hopefully, the now irascible Christine would interpret that as their more common "do we need to talk in private?" rather than as an attack "you look like shit".

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