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

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> Christine, Aurora, The Daughter of the Dragon Kings
> 2 Mages, Temple Avatar
> Temple of the Five Dragons
> China Town

> >Aurora couldn't help but laugh, she was already wearing the dress
> >Christine and she had discussed, obviously having not done anything
> >with her hair, she still looked great in it.
>
> >"Looks like you're in good hands..."  She smiled, "Do you think hiking
> >boots fit well with this ensemble or should I try to borrow something
> >else?"
>
> "Oooh Shoes!" the Daughter squealed. "I have shoes. All sorts of shoes. Did
> you know there are hundreds of shops selling just shoes in Gotham? Even one
> where they make you coffee while you shop!" The girl's enthusiasm was
> infectious, and also loud. Down the corridor the sound of rice doors being
> opened slightly can be heard.
>
Aurora blinked, taken slightly aback, this was her first interacton
with the Daughter since her arrival two nights ago.  She seemed to be
coming into her own... humanity.
>
> Christine stares at Aurora, who looks delicate and lovely in the vintage
> dress, her red curls loose and framing her face becomingly. The metallic
> black embroidery and jet beads of the flapper's dress catch the light in
> shifting, glittering points that shimmer and haze Christine's vision.  The
> feeling of sudden vertigo is familiar, Christine's head empties and feels
> hollow. Another girl stands in the ivory silk dress, embroidered in metallic
> black thread and jet beads.  This girl wears her apricot coloured hair  in a
> profusion of lacquered ringlets and applies glossy red lipstick, her eyes
> glimmering with excitement as she studies her reflection in a small gold
> compact mirror. She catches sight of Christine staring at her blindly and
> grins over the rim of her compact, pursing her lips into a teasing kiss.
> "Who . . . ?" but Christine doesn't even get a chance to frame the question
> before the mystery girl dissolves like a soap bubble.
>
> Christine shakes her head to clear it. She's not sure, but wonders
> cautiously if the Sight is becoming a little less wild and woolly? Maybe.
> Maybe it's less overwhelming because Christine is in the Temple at the
> moment and the temple is a special place?
>
> Aurora has turned her attention to the beautiful Asian girl who introduced
> herself to Christine as Mitsuko Miya and Christine smiles. Whoever she is,
> Ms Mitsuko  can *shop*. She has the most amazing collection of clothes -
> highly eclectic, gorgeous and bizarre. Leaving the other two women to
> discuss shoes, Christine hangs the gown she tried back onto the long, long
> clothes rail of Mitsuko's impressive and ornately carved wardrobe. Something
> catches her eye - a caramel silk, oriental-style jacket embroidered all over
> with tiny gold and bronze dragonflies. Christine lifts it off the rail and
> finds that the hanger also holds a pair of narrow white trousers and a white
> halter top - sleeveless and backless.  It isn't a gown fit for a society
> party but it is an elegant and slightly unusual ensemble. Christine tries it
> on and finds that it fits perfectly and, staring at her reflection in the
> mirror, she realises that it  looks . . . right.
>
> "May I borrow this?" she asks MItsuko.

Aurora looks at the collection, surprised and impressed, finding a
small handbag that would be highly appropriate, but shoes... those
were another... beast.

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