[Sodium_noir] Hell is other people

[Eric]

John Black, Abby, Dr. Lazarus, Sandra Scoland
  Very Old Man, Bastet, Enlightened Scientist, and Bastet
    Lady Sinclaire's Mansion
  
  [Hiram]
 Hiram sat placidly as the conversation took place around  him. His mind had slowly wandered down another path, and he found  himself contemplating ancient equations on primal wave conversion. His  research into zero-to-one wave had finally been kickstarted when he  found an old papyrus that had seemingly been penned by none other than  Imhotem himself. A loft tutor indeed, he thought as he came back to the  conversation...
  
  [Abby]
 "Me, I like meeting interestin' people as well. But my  vocation is Entertainment. Dancin' is my Art." She gives a little pout;  "The only thing lackin' here is Music."
  
    As  they spoke, John noticed Matt in the corner of his eye. The gregarious  trickster and the two lovely ladies had started up a conversation with  he seven people in the next room. From here it looked like a parlour of  some sort with fine furnishings and a small table with buffet treats in  one corner. The group already gathered their were an odd mix, four of  the five men impeccably dressed in expensive suits while the fifth  looked somewhat dishevelled and slovenly even in what had once been an  equally fine piece. Of the two women, one was a power dresser with  severe glasses and tight pinstripes while the other was rather buxom  and her power suite hung open to reveal a lacy Basque beneath. Stylish  but much more wanton than her fellows.
     
    The  Giant Fabio looking guy who seemed to dominate the group was the only  one not fully engaged by Matt's silver tongued fast talk, something  John had seen used to devastating effect on everyone from Palace guards  to London Peelers. 
  
  
  [Sandra]
"Agreed,"  she says looking around the room. "A little music would do this party  good," she says when she hears the sudden laughter from the gathered  group in the next room.
  
  [Abby]
          Abby hears the laughter and look back over her shoulder at the crowd. Must've been a good one. Good, the girls are havin fun then. Then she notes the one person in the   group who's not laughing. Brrrrrrrr.  Scary Bastard, I don't want to know what'd make that one laugh! Her hand tightens on John's arm.
  
  
  [Hiram]
 "That can be arranged," Hiram said as he reached into the  pocked of his grey tweed coat. A second later he produced a small gold  object and thumbed a small switch on its side. A light jazz song was  suddenly produced with a trumpet bopping up and down the scale.  
  
  [Sandra]
  Sandra laughs lightly as music begins to pipe out of the golden  object.  "I don't think I've ever seen an Ipod quite like that  one," she says admiring the Doctor's timing... and his resourcefulness.
  
  ...The  hulk stared at the back of Dr Lazarus head with a smirk while Matt  delivered his punchline with aplomb and had the whole room lost to  laughter...

  [John]
  John's eyes had moved away from the gathering when Abby's hand  tightened on his arm.  He glanced at her and smiled before  returning his attention to the doctor and Sandra.  "It looks like  Dr. Lazarus has another admirer.  There's a gentleman taking an  unusual interest in the back of you head.  Does anyone know  anything about him?"
    
  [Sandra]
 Sandra  turned to see which person John was speaking of.  It wasn't  difficult to spot him.  Just looking at him it seemed the air  temperature dropped a few degrees.  Definantly cold... and  calculating.  She suppressed a shiver that threatened to run up  her spine as she returned to her own conversation circle.
  
  [Hiram]
  Hiram's expression darkened at the news.
  
  "His name is Zorn," he said with barely masked disdain, "he's the  chairman and CEO of Melcom International, and also a man of dubious  humanity."
  
    He took a deep breath, then looked up at 'Sandra'. 
  
  "Shall we," he asked offering a hand with the intention of dancing as  he put the small object back in his pocket, which strangely didn't  dampen the music.
  
  [Sandra]
  "I would be honored, Doctor," she says taking one more quick sip from  her champagne glass before turning to John and handing it to him.  "Would you mind holding this for me?" she asks him with a wry  grin.  With her hands free, she turns to take Dr. Lazarus's  offered hand as he escorts her to the nearest open area that would work  as an impromptu dance floor as she stepped in time to the beat of the  music. (Dex 3 + Performance 2)
  
  ~The artist is nothing without the Tag, but the Tag is nothing  without work.
  
  
  
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