[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

"Shall we?" Hiram asked offering a hand to 'Sandra' with the intention of 
dancing as he put the small object back in his pocket, which strangely 
didn't dampen the music.

"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)

Hiram pushed his chair around clumsily with one hand as 'Sandra' and he danced.

"So, Miss Scoland," he said as he nudged one of the large wheels at his 
side, causing the chair to jog to his right, sending him into a twirl, 
"other than my obvious talent for dance, what has brought you to me in this 
particular venue? Is there something you wished to discuss that was not 
proper for the museum?"

[Sandra]
  "Now  Doctor," she says with her own twirl to the beat of the  music, "this is not the time to mix business with pleasure."  She  shimmys her shoulders forward in time with music and says in a sultry  voice... "And certainly not in such a public forum."
   
  After a  few more measures and steps, the current song comes to an end. she says  "However, if you are willing to get me another drink, I might be  pursuaded to talk a little historical 'shop talk' with you.  I  would love to pick your brain about some pieces I've been researching  recently that I think perhaps you might be familiar with."
  
  Sandra turns to see Abby and John talking in hush hush tones over to  the side, and has a difficult time tempering her curiosity about her  newfound feline sister. She strained her ears to overhear their subdued  conversation as she and Dr. Lazarus exited the impromptu dance floor.
  
  (Perception 2 + Stealth 1?/Alertness 1?)
  
  [Abby]
  “Ok  then. Sure she’s Shifter, a Feline Sister if you will. You know we got  differing tribes?  And lots of us fight like
well you can guess.”  Her laughter is soft and throaty. “So while she is a Cat, she may or  may not be just like me. Or even like me for that matter. And, truth be  told, Cats are all about secrets y’know.”
  
  [Sandra]
  And you seem to be a little too forthcoming with yours to someone who is not of our kin, Sandra thinks to herself. Just  who the hell is this guy that she would talk so freely with him? And  where the hell does she come off talking things about me that she has  absolutely no purpose or right in sharing with someone I don't even  know and haven't even met with before a few minutes ago!  
  
  While she would reserve ultimate judgement till she learned more  about this loose tongued Kitty Cat, she certainly wasn't succeeding in  making a very good first impression at this rate. Oh, we will talk later, Dear 'Abby', she promised herself. You can be rest assured of that.
  
  ~We know what a person thinks not when he tells us what he thinks,  but by his Tags...
  
  
  
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