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

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> The Temple of the five Dragons
> Chinatown
> Christine, Aurora
> Orphan, Dreamspeaker
>
> "Party?"  Aurora asks, as she opens the door.  She'd obviously been
> exercising, or meditating, or something, she blushed when she realized
> she was just in shorts and a sports bra.  How old was she really?  She
> calms herself quickly, however.
>
> "Cool!"
>
> "It's a y'know, Uptown do. Posh frocks and rich types." Christine shrugs
> apologetically, "Sorry. Not my idea of a party really but . . ." Her gaze
> wanders to a corner of Aurora's small room where there is a simple wardrobe.
>  A thoroughly fabulous gown hangs on its door. It is a 20's style dress, a
> sleeveless shift in ivory silk, lavishly embroidered with sprays of black
> silk and jet bead flowers. It is gorgeous and obviously original, not repro.
> Christine drifts toward it.
>
> "You should wear this," Christine murmurs, reaching out tentative fingers to
> stroke the heavy, cool, silk. She pulls her hand away, though, before her
> fingertips touch the fabric. She is close enough to breathe in the faint,
> sweet, unplaceable scent that still clings to the gown's elegant folds. It
> is like it has stepped through a mirror, out of its own time and into this.
>
> Christine turns toward  Aurora but somehow manages to avoid looking directly
> into her eyes. "I know it's a bit  . . . weird but I really think this gown
> needs a night out. You game?"

"Absolutely!"  Her face lit up, "It'll take me just a moment to
freshen up, is that all right?  I'd be great to get to know Gotham
Evening better."

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