[Sodium_noir] Hell is other people

[Colette Coeur]

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)
   
   
  [Abby]
   “So John Black, do you wanna help start a trend here?” Abby’s eyes are sparkling green, mischievous
  
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