[Sodium_noir] Hell is Other People - Aurora

[Jennie Teakle]

Repost for Aurora


Sinclair Party
Aurora, Jack, Christine
Mage, Enigma, Mage




"So," Christine says presently, "I'm wondering about hitting Raindogs  
in Neon City. Great place. Any thoughts?"

Her wandering attention is arrested suddenly.

"Say  . . . Aurora? You acquainted with any rich old ladies?"  
Christine manages to look both intrigued and puzzled. " 'Cos you're  
getting some attention."

Christine nods vaguely toward Aurora's right. "Check it out."

At a little distance, there is indeed an old, old lady staring at  
Aurora with frank interest. She is leaning on the arm of a very  
burly, dark uniformed man with "chauffeur" written all over him.

Despite her antiquity and the strong suggestion of frailty, the woman  
is superbly dressed - although Christine suspects that it would make  
anyone else look like they'd got trapped in a harem tent collapse. As  
Christine returns the stare (her own wavering a little, due to  
certain focus issues) the old lady smiles and tilts her chin in a  
small greeting then turns slightly towards her escort who leans down,  
listening deferentially. After a tiny pause, the couple begin to move  
steadily toward Aurora, Jack and Christine.

Close to, the old lady is delicate and fragile as a Sevres figurine,  
her curls artfully sculpted and white as porcelain. She has a soft,  
grandmotherly face belied slightly by bright  lipstick and intense  
mascara. Her smile as she gazes at Aurora, clearly the main subject  
of her interest, is serene. Christine stumbles slightly, clutching at  
Jack's hand to steady her. She grips it so tightly that her nails dig  
painfully into his palm. "No. Not now. Not here!" Only Jack would  
hear Christine mutter this under her breath.  She glances up at him,  
suddenly pale. "I need to . . . some air . . .?" she says tensely.

The elderly socialite pays this minor byplay only cursory interest.  
She leans toward Aurora, faintly conspiritorial. Her perfume is sweet  
and a little strange but oddly familiar.

"Please forgive me, my dear," she says, her accent pure Mayflower  
descendant. "I couldn't help admiring your gown. Gorgeous thing! It's  
Worth isn't it? And vintage? It's far too lovely to be a modern copy.  
It must be 80 years old - almost as old as I am. But superb  
condition! A marvellous find!"



Exit Jack and Christine at this point and Tag Aurora



OOC1: Eva's dress  - vintage Thea Porter -
http://www.museumoflondon.org.uk/archive/exhibits/londonlook/images/ 
derivatives/London_Look/full/2004_147.jpg
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