[Sodium_noir] Hell is Other People - Aurora

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> Sinclair Party
> between 1am and 3 am
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> Aurora, Eva Harrington-Smythe
> Mage, Old Lady
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> [Eva]
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> "Please forgive me, my dear," she says, her accent pure Mayflower
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> descendant. "I couldn't help admiring your gown. Gorgeous thing! It's Worth
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> isn't it? And vintage? It's far too lovely to be a modern copy. It must be
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> 80 years old - almost as old as I am. But superb condition! A marvellous
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> find!"
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> [Aurora]
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> Aurora blushes, looks for Christine's support but finds it lacking as
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> she seems to be having her own issues.  "Thank you... my friend and I
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> found it... perfectly preserved just recently, she insisted I wear it
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> tonight."
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> [Eva]
> The old lady smiles, a small social curve of careful lipstick but her eyes,
> chips of aquamarine between dramatic mascara and soft, wrinkled eyelids, are
> oddly watchful.
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> "Perfectly preserved?" she laughs softly. "It has fared much better than I!
> Might I enquire where you found such a gorgeous antique? I may be tempted to
> investigate an outlet that hides such treasures myself. For old times sake?
> It would be like meeting old friends, ones you were sure had passed on. "
>
[Aurora]
She shyly smiles again, her eyes were grey, "I was helping her move
some of her effects out of a small house and we found it in the
basement."

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