[Sodium_noir] Hell is Other People

[Eric]

Sanura Sesostris
  Sinclaire Mansion
  
    Hiram rolled around the spacious ground floor of the palatial mansion.  The 
    zero-motor in his chair was doing all the work since he had a glass of  
    champagne in one hand, but he kept the other hand on one of the large,  
    spoked wheels to maintain an illusion of proper movement. He knew that  the 
    world was not yet ready to be reintroduced to the ancient secrets he  based 
    his work on, and things had a way of snapping back at him if he didn't  act 
    subtly.
  
    His eyes catch a glimpse of a giant in a  Tuxedo and something in his memory 
  flares. Peering closer he sees the group, gathered around a fireplace in  the 
  next room, talking conservatively. Five men and two women. But the six  
  satellites hardly merit a notice as he focuses on the huge man in the  
  center. An individual with the frame of a Body builder and the face of a  
  male model. A face he recognized all too well. 
   
  Zorn!

  Hiram fought back the anger and revulsion that shot through him as he  laid 
  eyes on the... man. He suddenly realized that Zorn looked the same now as  he 
  did years ago. Though he knew Zorn was no ordinary man, even people like  
  Hiram at least aged...
   
    He forced the mood to pass when he spotted Charles Grey, the museum's  
    general manager, standing near a large, gawdy, indoor waterfall. He was  
    talking with the mayor, and another man that Hiram thought he recognized,  
    but didn't know from where.
  
    He casually rolled toward them. Let the schoozing begin, he  thought.
  
    "Charles," he said as he approached, wearing a smile. "I  see you've already 
    found the most interesting conversation in the room," he chided as  he took 
    a sip of his champagne.
  
    The man Charles and the mayor were talking with went silent, as though  
    something was suddenly bothering him.
  
    As the conversation progressed Hiram noticed a striking exotic woman  weave 
    through the crowd toward him, her eyes focused. Hiram alwas got a bit  
    uncomfortable when people he didn't know obviously knew him.
  
    "Pardon me, gentlemen," he said after draining his glass in one  gulp, "I 
    believe I need a refill."
  
    He broke away from the conversation and rolled toward the woman, meeting  
    her half-way.
  
    "Hello," he said, stopping in her path...
  
  "Good Evening," she says with a disarming smile.
  
  Sweet Hunter's Smile - Manipulation 3 + Primal Urge 2 - Roll: 8,6,5,5,4 Success adds 1 die to all Social rolls with one subject
  
  Social Etiquette - Charisma 3 + Etiquette 3 + 1 die for Sweet Hunter's Smile - Roll: 10,8,7,7,4,2,1,1
  
  "Dr. Lazarus, I presume," she says with a subtle smile and comely tip of her head. 
  
  ~ O TAG!  how oft dost thou with thy case, thy habit, wrench awe   from fools, and tie the wiser souls to thy false seeming!
  
  
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