[Sodium_noir] Saturday Evening - En route to the Sinclair Party

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> Jack, Aurora, Christine, Mara, Mitsuko
> Temple of the Five Dragons
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> Christine felt it. Like air rushing in to a vacuum. Like a Destiny slowly
> being built where there had been none before. Strands and threads being
> woven that might at some future point be recognised as a fate. The Spirit
> world around her sparked and crackled with energy, reacting to Aurora's
> influence. For a brief moment Christine felt a positive vibe from beyond.
> The sort of warmth one felt from parents watching their child on stage.
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> The Rote succeeds
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> Christine feels the sea change in the flux of destinies; Aurora's will beams
> like a light house, illuminating possibilities that otherwise would have
> merged back into the blind and formless swell. She cannot yet See what will
> come. Jack's past remains a mystery and his future is too new. Instead,
> Christine watches Aurora, intrigued, as ever, by her quiet self possession
> and her power - her control. Also a little envious because these are traits
> that Christine herself totally lacks. Even now, she is restless, uncertain,
> her attention sapped by doubts and distractions and by intense but unfocused
> emotions.
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> And Aurora crumples for a moment at Jack's head, laying perpendicular
> to his body, breathing heavily and hard.  She was relieved, but
> winded.
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> Alarmed by Aurora's collapse, Christine starts forward hastily. She finds
> herself looking down into two faces, Jack and Aurora, almost touching heads,
> making an L shape. Aurora, she is relieved to see, is breathing but as
> though she has just run a marathon. Jack still looks ill - pallid,
> undernourished and covered in wounds, livid against his pale skin. Yet,
> somehow, the edge of desperation has gone, the scent of death no longer
> clinging about him.
>
> "You okay?" asks Christine, looking intently at Aurora. She lets her gaze
> stray again to the entity currently calling himself Jack. Even in the short
> time since she last looked, his colour is better, his skin no longer beaded
> and dank with fever sweat. "Hey," she says "whatever you did, I think it
> worked! He definitely looks better. Lot less like he's about to, y'know . .
> ." Christine pauses in mid unfortunate comment, too late to retrieve it,
> "croak. Sorry." Christine casts an apologetic glance at Jack, seeing his
> closed eyes tighten and flicker.

"Good," Aurora manages to sigh out.
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> "Need help up?" she offers her hand to the prone Aurora.

"Thanks, but I'll be fine."
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> Christine looks around at the monks, at Mitsuko and at Mara, still here,
> still surveying the scene with iron patience. Something definitely needs to
> give, here. Christine hesitates, not sure what to do or suggest next. She's
> burning to know more about Jack, scared too. Maybe, though, her curiosity
> will have to wait until the guy has slept and is more recovered. He may no
> longer be at death's door but he is still very far from 'chipper'. Then,
> there is the Sinclair shindig which also draws Christine strongly; she's
> Seen Aurora and Mara and herself there, after all. It's like a junction, a
> knot of fates where many different threads tangle. Also, thinks Christine
> wistfully, much better chance of getting a drink - or several - at a party.
>
> "So, what's the plan?" she asks cautiously.

OOC:  Insert here Mara's reaction from previously... I really wish
Gmail would sort her responses properly...

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