[MaC] Mingling at the Party: General

[Mel Mason]

When this group arrived, they found Hodges, the flats' maintenance man, 
solemnly mixing drinks for Nicola Douglas and Majorie Higgins, the post 
woman who lived on the ground floor, while Marty Fitzroy gazed avariciously 
at Miss Diamond.  Also present was the dark young American from Flat 11, 
Braham Davis and - as usual in the background - Mrs Esme Fitzroy.

Nicola brightened at the sight of new guests and, drink in hand, headed over 
to greet the new arrivals. 'Thank God. One more minute with that awful 
Fitzroy and I would have screamed,' she thought.

"Mr. and Mrs. Skeffington-Nottle!" she said warmly. "How delightful to see 
you. Come, have a drink!"

James smiled at this point, more to himself than anything else.

"Greetings to you,  Miss Douglas." James said pleasantly, turning the smile 
from himself, to her.  He stepped away from the Skeffington-Nottles and 
moved into the room, his hazel eyes looking around at the gathered guests.

Lucinda moved forward to greet Nicola.  "What a lovely dress!" she said 
warmly.  "Did you buy it in New York?  You must have done - all our shops 
are quite bare now ... "

Oswald, in a practised manoeuvre, moved towards Marty Fitzroy.

"Do tell," he said, "how are you finding the raids are affecting audience 
figures?"



(OOC - feel free to break up into little groups and chat - and to try and 
buttonhole any characters you feel an urgent need to talk to)