[Sodium_noir] Hell is Other People

[Liz Oleksyn]

[Sandra]
Sandra turns back to Christine and back to the moment.
Yummy enigmatic dishes had to wait for a few till she
knew that this woman was going to be okay. 

"Know her personally? No. However I did spot someone
who fit that description a little earlier. I think she
was speaking with Lady Sinclair and some other man in
the Main Room at the base of the Grand Stairs. I don't
know if they're still there, but we can go see."

Sandra offers a helping, steadying hand for Christine
if she needs it, but looks over her shoulder at the
stranger who had approached. Her curiosity was flaring
so much it almost made her teeth ache. She wanted to
speak to the man more, learn something about him, or
at least introduce herself. But at the moment, all she
could manage was... 

"If you will excuse us, it looks like we are on the
hunt for a Miss Mara Ravenclaw." However, she makes it
a point to look the stranger directly in the eye and
hold the contact for a moment, and nod in
acknowledgment. She hoped he got the message that she
would like to speak to him at some point.

[John]
"Not at all." he replies in Egyptian.  It's strangely
accented, different from the sound of his English. 
"I'll be around this evening, I'm sure.  Otherwise . .
." He pulls a business card out of his pocket and
hands it to Sandra as she goes off with Christine.  

"Come on, sweetie," she says to Christine.

[Jack]
Still sitting quietly amid alcoholic fumes and
strange, garbled languages, Jack watches the two women
retreat to another room, apparently in search of the
vampire who’d found him earlier that evening, outside
the Temple and moments from kicking the proverbial
bucket.  Christine’s mood disturbs him deeply, but he
also knows he’s of little use to her at present.  Not
only is he hopelessly unsteady on his feet, but, in
the midst of his inebriation, Jack’s dimly aware that
Christine’s ire may be directed at Mara, and he’s not
crazy enough to want to put himself in the middle of
that.

“Well...” Jack mumbles to no one in particular.  “Hope
everything’s okay...”

[John]
John chuckled as the two women went off.  He glanced
at Jack for a moment.  "I need a drink.  Care to show
me where you got yours?"

[Jack]
“Sure...well, I got all of mine from the guys walking
around with the trays. They certainly don’t seem to
mind how many you take. But...”  Jack looks at their
current proximity to the ladies’ loo and wrinkles up
his nose. “...somehow I don’t think they’ll be
wandering over here anytime soon.”

He stands up, with some difficulty, and tries to
regain his balance.  “Okay. I think there are a couple
of bars in that direction.” Jack points to the main
ballroom, where most of the party-goers are still
gathered.  

“Oh, I don’t know who you are. I’m Jack Emerson.
Pleased to meet you.”  He thrusts out his hand.

(tag Mr. Black)


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