Logfile from Brass&Steel.


Harriet enters Huron Park.

Harriet has arrived.

Zach is a tall man, probably about 6'3". Slim, well built and rather
handsome, his apperance is one of goodnatured machismo. He carries himself
well, with an air of cheerful confidence and a flirtatious sparkle showing
in his green eyes. Movements are smooth and precise. His hair is
relatively short cut, darkish blonde and wavy. A workman's tan is visible,
and hints to much time being spent outdoors.
	The clothes he is wearing are simple, but durable: Blue jeans,
white, slightly oil-stained t-shirt and a blue denim jacket. A leather
belt sporting an enameled buckle can be seen. The shoes seems to be black
Doc Marten's. There is a very faint whiff of oil about him.

Zach is sitting quietly and plucking out a melody on his guitar. It sounds
classical. Maybe an adaption of something one of the Strausses did?

Harriet walks through the park, rolling her shoulders periodically, but
looking pretty happy over all. Hearing the sound of a guitar, she looks
around. Her face brightens as she sees Zach, and she walks over, although
without a great deal of her usual bounce.

Harriet just looked at you.

The melody is a menuett, both playful and melancholic. He plays with swift
and practices fingers, as the piece meanders on. As Harriet approaches, he
looks up and, when seeing her, smiles. His green eyes radiate warmth and
love. "Harriet! Lookin' good! How are you?"

Harriet is a woman in her early twenties. She's below average in height,
and thin and pale, as if she doesn't get out much. She has short-cropped,
unruly, dark brown hair, and green eyes. Her round, open face seems as if
it's used to doing a lot of smiling. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses
perch--slightly askew--on her nose.

 Harriet looks mildly worn out. Small bruise ladder her bare arms, and she
moves with a slight stiffness. She is wearing a bright yellow T-shirt,
splattered with paint, and dark blue jeans that seem new, or at least,
have escaped the colorful fate of most of her clothing.

Harriet grins and sits down beside him with a heartfelt groan. "Tired.
Sore. Otherwise, I'm feeling good, you know? And how are you on this fine
day?" She looks at the guitar. "And what was that lovely piece you're
playing?"

Zach smiles and continues to play. "It's a menuette by Johann Strauss the
elder and I'm fine thank you. What's up with the bruises?" He nods toward
her arms.

Harriet looks down at her arms and grimaces. "From yesterday, you know? I
got my shipment of powdered plaster, in fifty pound bags. In the course of
helping the supply guys move it upstairs, I must have bumped into every
wall, doorframe, and piece of furniture in the building." She sighs. "And
spent the rest of the day cleaning up a rather spectacular spill in the
lobby. I'm so happy that day is gone, you know?"

Zach looks impressed. "Wow. Sounds like you had one hell of a workout
then." He chuckles.

Harriet laughs and nods. "Unfortunately." She draws one knee to her chest,
rests her head on it, and listens to Zach play for a little while. "That's
really beautiful, you know?"

Zach turns his head to face her, eyes smiling. "Why thank you, m'lady. I'm
most happy to please you."

Harriet chuckles, and her cheeks pink. "You're quite the gallant, Zach."
She pauses. "Hey, is that short for anything, you know? Zachary,
Zachariah," her eyes sparkle, "Zachy?"

Zach laughs and starts so subtly change the melody into another one,
slightly more modern sounding. "And what's in it for me if I tell you, oh
Princess of Plaster?"

Harriet raises her eyebrows. "My solemn promise not to tease you about, no
matter how silly it is?" She flashes a playful grin at him.

Delia enters the park.

Delia has arrived.

Zach sighs disappointedly. "I don't even get a kiss?? Oh well... It's
short for Zachary."

Harriet and Zach are sitting together on a bench in the rose garden. Zach
is playing his guitar as they talk with each other.

Delia walks into the park idly.

Harriet shakes her head with a rueful smile. "No kiss, Zach." She looks
away from him, her eyes scanning the park's other visitors. She pauses at
Delia, and says softly, "She looks familiar..."

Delia eventually reaches Zach and Harriet's bench, greeting them with a
warm smile. "Good day."

Zach follow Harriet's gaze and breaks out into a briht smile upon seeing
Delia. As she greets them, he beams up at her. "Ms. Fell! How nice to see
you. Have you met Harriet Davis here? She's a bona fide artist! Harriet
say hello to Delia Fell. She's a psychologist."

Delia says, "We have, actually; she and your friend Roger were walking
outside my building the other night."

Harriet smiles up at Delia, although her expression flickers slightly at
the mention of her profession. "I think we've met before, you know? With
Roger, right..." She slides down, making room between herself and Zach.
"Care to join us?"

Delia says politely, "I hate to interrupt."

Zach makes room for Delia, while continuing to soften the air with music.
"Oh, so you've met Roge too! That's nice." He grins warmly. "And you're
not interrupting, ma'am. Please join us if you want to and have the time."

Harriet nods, and smiles. "Please do." She waves to the bench. "New people
are always fun, you know?"

Delia finds a place on the bench, smoothing her skirt carefully.

You paged Delia with 'Is at work and is slowish.. <:)'.

Harriet blinks at Delia. "So, uh, you're a psychologist? Do you specialize
in any field, you know?"

Delia says, "Family practice, although I do some criminal work and
forensic psychology as well."

Zach looks interested. "Family practice? Is that like marriage councelling
and helping families to actually talk and listen to each others and
stuff?"

Delia nods to Zach, smiling. "Correct."

Harriet grins. "Is it unusual for someone to do both that, and forensics?"
She shakes her head. "It certainly doesn't seem like they go together, you
know?"

Delia says, "Psychology is psychology; one eventually decides to expand,
after a few years, just to find greater fields of interest."

Zach smiles and nods. "Just like art is art, eh Harriet?"

Harriet chuckles. "Indeed. I'm primarily a sculptor, but I do painting,
too, because it's a different way of looking and thinking about things,
you know?" She tilts her head up to the sky to let the sun fall on her
face. "It's refreshing."

Delia smiles warmly at Harriet. "Precisely."

<OOC> Zach has to go. Finally finished work for today. :) I'll be back on
in an hour or two.

<OOC> Harriet says, "Faretheewell. :)"

<OOC> Delia oh

Zach's music meanders to a graceful stop. "I hate to say this ladies, but
I gotta split. I hope I'll see you both soon again. Take care now,
y'hear?" He puts his guitar into its case and rises, smiling to them both.
"Oh and Delia, I might pop by your place later if you can give me a coupla
minutes of your time?"

Harriet nods to Delia. "A change of pace is definately a good thing, you
know?" She blinks. "It is, right? I mean, from a mental health
standpoint?"

Harriet smiles at Zach and waves. "It was good to see you again, Zach.
Stay safe, you know?"

Delia says, "Goodbye, Zach - and you know I would always gladly have a
visit from you."

Zach twinkles a smile and a wink to them and wanders away and out of the
park.


<<<Hours pass>>>


You walk into the park. Huron Park
	Walkways lead through a large, well-manicured lawn of grass,
dotted with trees and small monuments. As if the huge, carved stone sign
labeling this 'Huron Indian Cemetary' didn't give a clue that this was not
the local pauper's graveyard, the fact that many markers have U.S.
Department of the Interior or Bureau of Indian Affairs plaques attached
might provide that hint.
	At one end of the park, near to the civic buildings, a rose garden
is beautifully maintained, with sufficient surfaces for purchasing that
many come here during the lunchtime hour to recuperate from the hustle and
bustle. A recent renovation, dated August of 2000, is a series of plaques
at the edge of the rose garden, detailing the entire history of the park
and burial grounds.

Harriet and Delia are sitting on the same bench, still talking.

Delia offers, reassuring, "Oh, no, never; it truly is my joy."

Zach comes striding along the path at a brisk pace. Spotting the ladies he
grins and changes his course to go to them. "Sill here, peachblossoms?"

Harriet looks up at Zach and grins. "Peachblossoms?" She glances at Delia.
"Anyone who calls people 'peachblossoms' definately has serenaded at least
once in his life, you know?"

Delia smiles warmly at Zach. "Indeed we are; it's such a lovely day."

Zach chuckles at Harriet's comment. "How did you know?"

Harriet makes a triumphant gesture. "I didn't, until just now. Under
windows, I'm sure."

Delia says, "We were discussing whether you sang or not."

Zach raises his eyebrows. "You were? Usually women tend to discuss my butt
when they think I'm not listening." He grins. "Discussing whether I sing
or not is a new one."

Harriet laughs. "The appeal of your butt is obvious. Singing...now that's
a mystery, you know?" She winks.

Delia raises an eyebrow, looking at Zach. Apparently she hasn't been
discussing any such thing.

Zach chuckles pleasantly and winks mischiveously to Delia. "I have indeed
serenaded, but it's not what I do best, I'm afraid."

Harriet groans. "Please, no one ask what he does best, you know?" She
wrinkles her nose at him, and gestures to the bench. "Care to reclaim your
seat, sir?"

Delia moves aside, so he can sit beside Harriet.

<OOC> Zach says, "Yay! I get to sit between the babes!! O;P"

Zach laughs and plops down onto the bench between the ladies.

Delia says, "Actually, I have an appointment shortly; I should depart."

Harriet throws a bemused look in Delia's direction, then smiles and shakes
her head at Zach. "So, it's been a while. How have you been, you know?"
She smiles playfully. At Delia's remark, Harriet looks disappointed. "Aww.
But work comes first, I guess. I enjoyed meeting you."

Delia says, "And you, Harriet; a pleasure to see you again."

Zach nods to Delia. "Allright, ma'am. It was nice seeing you again. Have a
fine weekend."

Delia stands from the bench, smiling at Zach and Harriet. "Goodbye; I look
forward to seeing you."

Harriet nods. "Indeed! It was great fun talking to you, you know?"

Zach smiles to Delia. "Walk safely," he says softly.

Delia smiles at Harriet, her eyes crinkling, and makes her way out of the
park.

Delia heads out of the park.

Harriet looks after her. "I like her, she's nice. Quiet, you know?"

Zach nods smilingly. "Yeah, she is. Very soothing to be around."

Harriet stretches out, slumping down in her seat and crossing her legs. It
looks incredibly uncomfortable, but Harriet seems happy. "I see you put
the guitar up?"

You say, "Yeah, I left it at home. Didn't think you'd be here still
y'know."

Harriet looks surprised. "Really? Heh, well, I'm not going to get anything
accomplished today, with the way I feel, you know? And there are worse
ways to pass an off day than in a rose garden."

Zach smiles and relaxes back on the bench, resting one arm along the back
of the bench behind Harriet. "That's very true. I love this park. It's
definitely my favourite in this town. And I'm lucky enough to live right
next to it. I go here all the time. I watch the ducks, the people, play my
guitar or just snooze.."

Harriet laughs. "The ducks are cute. Although they have a highly creative
idea of what is edible, you know?"

Zach chuckles and nods. "They have. But whats most fascinating is to watch
them for longer periods of time. To see how they interact. Who's the boss,
who's the bossette.. Who's the biggest wimp, who is the tricster, the
fighter, the lazy git and so on..."

Harriet turns to look at Zach in amazement. "You've spent that much time
on them? Tell me, you know?"

Zach smiles to her with a teasing gleam in his eye. "You find this
strange? What do you want to know?"

Harriet smiles. "I find it amazing. There aren't many people who'll watch
ducks long enough to get to know them, you know? Including me," she admits
wryly. "So tell me about the ducks. About the boss and such, you know?"

Zach gets even more comfortable and cheerfully starts telling Hariet about
the ducks in the duckpond. "See that big male mallard over there? That's
the boss of this outfit. However, the fat brown female paddling around
with those two smaller ones to the right... She's the real boss. Old man
mallard just hasn't realised yet. Just like many humans." He grins. "To
the left there, the one sleeping, that's a real warrior. He's always in
front whenever there's feeding going on, and can get quite vicious."

Harriet listens in fascination. She points to a small, fat one off to the
side. "I believe that's the one that tried to eat my hem."

You say, "He tried to eat your what?"

Harriet grins "Hem. As in the bottom of a dress, not the male pronoun, you
know?"

Zach laughs and shakes his head. "Well say hello to Obelix. He is by far
the biggest glutton of them all."

Harriet raises an eyebrow. "Obelix? I take it you named him?"

Zach nods. "I thought the name kinda suited him. I don't think he fell
into the cauldron when he was little, but he's definitely strong
and....er...fond of his food."

Harriet chuckles. "And anything else that will stop moving long enough for
him to nibble on it, apparently." She looks over at Obelix with a fond
smile. "He's cute, you know?"

Zach grins and sighs theatrically. "Awww.... I'm being outmanouvered by a
flippin' /duck/!"

Harriet starts laughing so hard she almost falls off the bench. "Poor
Zach," she says, not sounding sorry at all, "Conquered by a waterfowl. How
will you ever live it down?"

Zach straightens up, his eyes ablaze. "I know excactly what to do to get
back at the damnable bird. I shall challenge him to a Duel to restore my
Honour and to win back your favour!"

Harriet shakes a finger at him. "Oh, but I'd never forgive you if you
harmed one feather on that poor little bird's head. So," she sighs, "to
protect my dear Obelix from your violent attentions, I suppose ours will
have to remain an unrequited passion, you know?" She starts to laugh
again, helplessly.

Zach makes objecting noises and pouts mightily. "You will deny me the
restoration of my honour? Oh woe is me!"

Harriet nods, and wipes away moisture from her eyes. "Yes. Thou Shalt Not
Smite The Duck, you know?" She straightens in her seat, and stretches.
"However, to make it up to you, I could offer chocolate cake and vanilla
ice-cream. I have some at home, and I'm rather," she smirks, "peckish."

Zach perks up considerably and breaks out into an unadulterated beam. "I
have no resistance whatsoever to such temptations. Consider me lured!"

Harriet stands, and shakes her head at him in amusement. "I'm not
tempting, I'm protecting my poor, helpless, little Obelix from your great
and terrible wrath." She chuckles. "I hope he appreciates, you know?" she
says with a wink.

Zach glances over toward the ducks in the pond. "I doubt it..." HE smiles
and rises.

Harriet laughs. "You're probably right. Just follow me, and we'll be there
in no time, you know?"

Harriet heads out of the park.

Harriet has left. You head out of the park.

You enter the Terrace Lofts building. Terrace Lofts -- Landings

	A charmingly aged building, of small studio apartments and, on the
fourth and fifth floor, full fledged lofts. The stairwell is narrow but
shallow, making it an easy walk but tough for hauling large furniture, but
at the far end of the landing is an antiquated lift-style elevator,
carefully maintained, which might make the latter easier. A glass-enclosed
notice-board near the mailboxes are full of the usual notices for such
neighborhoods -- gallery shows, calls for portfolios, business cards for
intellectual property lawyers, and so forth.

Contents: Harriet Obvious exits:

Number 4B <4B> Front Door <O>

Harriet grins at Zach as she unlocks the door. "Isn't this building
great?"

Zach looks around with a big smile on his face. "Wow... This place is just
awesome!"

Harriet has left.

Terrace Lofts -- Number 4B
     A large, one-room loft on the fourth floor of the building. To the
right of the door is a small kitchen area, with a round, oak table. Around
the table sit four well-padded chairs, with tye-dye cushions. To the left
of the door is a closet and the door to the bathroom. Straight ahead is
the central area.

     The living room lacks typical furniture, instead there are a
multitude of huge pillows in a variety of jewel-like colors, and stools of
all shapes and sizes. Art supplies, and art projects in various states of
completion dominate the area. Sketches are scattered all over everything.
The sleeping area is a small alcove at the far end of the apartment,
holding a queen-sized sleigh bed of cherry, a CD player, and a Macintosh
personal computer. A nearby bookcase has one shelf of books, one of CDs,
and the top shelf is cluttered with framed photos. Posters advertising
musicals adorn the walls.

     Overall, the apartment is in a state of clean disarray. The bed is
unmade, and CD cases are in the oddest places, but there's no trash. The
only thing in the room that could be said to be scrupulously neat, though,
are the art supplies. Their strict order appears to originate from another
person entirely. The room smells of flowers, from the numerous filled
vases on the table, windowsills, and kitchen counter.

     
Harriet nods as she enters the apartment and throws her keys on the
kitchen counter. "i really like the whole neighborhood, you know?"

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  books cds

"Yeah I can imagine. It really becomes you," he says as he takes in the
room and sniffs in the full boquet of the flowers.

Harriet grins as she makes her way into the kitchen. "Thanks," she says.
She opens a cabinet and gets out two crockery bowls and sets them and
spoons on the table. "Would you like something to drink? I've got milk,
apple juice, sweet iced tea, and water, you know?"

Zach hmms and considers this very important questiond. "Well... I'll have
milk to the chockolate cake, I think." He keeps looking around. "I see you
are fond of flowers. They're beautiful.."

Harriet nods and pours milk for both of them, before bringing out the cake
and ice cream. She cuts good-sized slices for each bowl, and places a
scoop of ice cream on the top. "I do like flowers," she says wistfully. "I
wish I could keep living ones alive, but I always kill them, so I content
myself with the already dead, you know?"  She grins. "Less guilt."

Zach chuckles. "It ain't all that hard, y'know. You just need to get the
right types of plants. And the green ones are easier than the flowery
ones."

Harriet rolls her eyes. "I'll pass. I have a black thumb, and nothing
deserves that!" She goes to put the ice cream back. On her return, she's
carrying a small bottle of powdered cinnamon, some of which is liberally
applied to the top of her ice cream and cake. "Care for some, Zach?"

Zach eyes the cinnamon with a pleased expression. "Oh yes /please/. For
this I'll be your slave, Harriet."

Harriet hands it over with a grin. "Servitude is not necessary, you know?
I'm just pleased this variant is going over better than my theoretical
teriyaki lasagna." She purses her lips.

<OOC> Zach says, "What is teriyaki? :)"

<OOC> Harriet says, "Hmm. It's a kind of Japanese sauce made, I think,
with soy sauce. Teriyaki lasagna would, without a doubt, taste
*terrible*."

<OOC> Zach says, "'fraid your handing out dangeous ideas to the worst
person possible.. :)"

<OOC> Harriet says, "It would be bad! No good! Revolting! :)"

Zach looks intrigued. "Teriyaki lasagna? Ooh! That sounds interesting.
Never tried to make something like that." He shakes out a generous amount
of cinnamon on top of his ice cream and cake and digs in with obvious
pleasure. "Mmmm...."

Harriet blinks. "Really?" She chuckles, and shakes her head. "So far,
reactions have hovered around the politely horrified, you know?" She digs
into her own snack.

Zach humphs in disgust. "Most people are so incredibly stuck up and
conservative when it comes to food. There are all these unwritten rules
about which ingrediences can be combined and which ones can't. Load of
crap that. People shouldn't be so afraid of trying new things! Be
creative!"

Harriet grins. "Works for me, although," she admits, ducking her head,
"there are reasons the teriyaki lasagna has remained /theoretical/...I'm a
little wary of it, myself, you know?" She smiles warmly, looking beyond
Zach for a moment. "Especially when the original recipe goes over so
well."

Zach chuckles while trying to avoid spilling as much as a single crumb of
chockolaty goodness. "There ain't nothing wrong with traditional lasagne
as long as it's done well. It's yummy delight, that's fer sure."

Harriet grins and nods. "Yes, it is that." She raises an eyebrow as she
watching him eat. "There's more, when you want it, you know?"

Zach smiles to her over a spoonful of cake. "You are so generous, Harriet.
I'm in love."

Harriet chuckles lightly. "If it's that easy, no matter you've heard so
many women admire your butt, you know?" She shakes her head, and goes back
to her cake and ice cream goodness.

Zach winks to her. "True generosity isn't all that common to come by, you
know. I know a treasure when I meet one."

Harriet raises both her eyebrows. "Zach," she says with a smile. "It's
just cake. Even with cinnamon, we're not talking the Holy Grail here, you
know?"

You say, "How would you know? Why couldn't the Grail be a cake? It's not
any less probable than all the other theories, you know."

Harriet laughs. "I don't think God would like it if we ate the Holy Grail.
Sounds terribly sacreligious, you know?"

Zach smiles wryly. "Again - how would you know? Maybe the Grail is meant
to be eaten? Eating a truly good cake can be quite the epiphany, you
know."

<OOC> Zach has to go. <:)

Harriet throws her hands up in the air. "Fine!" she says, chuckling.
"We're eating the Holy Grail. Are you happy now?"

<OOC> Harriet says, "Awwww. Oh, well."

Zach smiles and chuckles softly. "Simply extatic, m'lady."

Harriet sighs and rolls her eyes. "I'm so glad," she says, her voice
amused.

Zach finishes his cake and ice cream. "I am semi serious though, Harriet.
You are a beautiful person - both inside and outside. It's not everyday I
meet someone so bright as you." He puts the bowl down on the table. "Thank
you for the cake and milk, my dear. I'm afraid I have to go now - I have
to get to the garage. But I hope I'll see you soon again."

Harriet blushes at the compliment, and stands to see him out. She looks at
him. "Sometimes I just don't know when to take you seriously, Zach." She
opens the door with a smile. "And I'm sure we'll see each other around,
you know. And now you know where I live, so drop by some time."

Zach reaches up and strokes her cheek gently. "I mostly mean the things I
say, and I never hand out false compliments. Have a good day, Harriet dear
and take care of yourself. I'll come by soonish." He kisses her quickly on
her cheek and heads down the stairs.

Harriet blinks at his back, looking decidedly off-balance.

<OOC> Harriet says, "Faretheewell! :)"

<OOC> Zach says, "Thanks for the rp! :)"