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

[Jennie Teakle]

>> Christine, Aurora, Mitsuko Miya
>> Orphan, Dreamspeaker, Temple Avatar
>> Temple of the Five Dragons
>> China Town

>> [DotDK]
>> "Sure!" She jumps up. "Gimme a minute to get dressed up and I'll  
>> meet you
>> outside!" he clothes begin to unbuckle themselves even as she  
>> speaks and she
>> tugs at them to speed up the process without even waiting for a  
>> reply.
>
> [Aurora]
> Aurora smiled, nodded, and looked to Christine, simply waiting for her
> to lead the way back out, taking the undressing magically as
> matter-of-fact.

[Christine]
Christine casts a startled glance at Aurora then double takes  
Mitsuko's self unfastening clothes.

"What the f . . .?" Christine mutters but, seeing Aurora's  
determinedly calm expression, decides to button it. Try not to act  
like a tourist, Christine, she admonishes herself. Past time that you  
got a grip on the flip side of reality. It's, like, hello? Where you  
*live* these days.

"Okay, then," Christine says, brightly. "See you outside." She turns  
to Aurora. "Shall we?" She smiles, tentatively at the Dreamspeaker  
and, as it seems to be expected, leads the way.  She's only spent 24  
hours here in actual fact and as she spent most of last night curled  
inside a vodka bottle and quite a lot of today limply hungover and  
face down on her bed, Christine's Temple geography is a bit  
haphazard. Finally, they do make it out into the grounds and through  
the front gate.


Christine shivers as the October night air bites and she immediately  
scans for Mara. Across the street, an elegant, feminine form in  
silhouette leans over a fallen victim. Christine blinks as the woman  
in black looks directly at her. It's Mara, of course, but who she is  
with and what she is doing . . . Christine hurries toward her former  
Domitor, temporarily oblivious to Aurora.

As Christine draws close enough to see Mara clearly, and note the  
cell phone, she also clocks the 'victim' - bandages, pallor, sickness  
and all. It isn't what she feared but it does look like a problem.

"Hey," she says, her eyes still on the broken man in the street. "You  
okay? What happened?"


Tag Mara/Aurora/Jack/ST





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