Logfile from Brass&Steel.

Zach knocks on the door marked 'Number 4B <4B>'.

A woman shouts from nearby, ""Come in!""

Terrace Lofts -- Number 4B
     

Zach enters with a smile. "Good morning, sunshine!"

Harriet is in the kitchen, hand drying dishes, and putting them up in
their proper places, she turns as the door opens and smiles. "Hey, Zach!
How are you?"

Zach waltzes over to her and gives her a hug. "I'm fine, sweetie! How're
you? Want a hand with those dishes?"

Harriet hugs back, with happy enthusiasm. She looks over at the almost
empty pile of dishes-to-be-dried, and smiles. "Sure. Here, I'll get you a
towel, you know?" She hands a clean towel to him, and makes room at the
counter.

Zach grabs the assigned towel and starts drying whatever is left to be
dryed. "So what are you up to on this wonderful day?" he wonders.

Harriet chuckles, and also returns to drying. "Just cleaning up a little
around here, you know? It needed it. What about you?" She looks over at
him. "What's going on with you?"

Zach shrugs happily. "Business as usual. Nothing bigger that life itself,
nor smaller."

Harriet laughs, puts away a plate, and reaches over to hug him tightly.
"You're just neat, you know that?" She grins up at him, cheerfully.

Zach ponders this while grinning and trying to dry a cup one-handed with
the free arm embracin Harriet. This works surprisingly well. "Hmm... So
that whould make the two of us twice as neat then, right?"
                              
Harriet grins. "Could be. Although I'm not as spontaneously philosophical
as you seem to be today, you know?" She reaches for another plate, and
wipes it down, still leaning against him. "Ooh, I saw Roger last night.
He's doing well, it seems."

Zach nods happily. "Yeah, I met him briefly this very night over at
university campus. He was chatting up some girl outside one of the
sororities."

Harriet grins. "Was he getting anywhere?" she asks, with a fond smile.
"When I left him, he was with Warren, you know?"

Zach laughs and picks up the last item to dry. "I'm not sure if he was. I
might have ruined it for him maybe. Girl seemed a bit confused, I rather
think there was some misunderstanding. It appeared to involve handcuffs
and the use or non-use of them. And a party of some sort. Oh, and I met
Warren there too. He said to tell you 'hi', so here goes: "Hi!"."

Harriet blinks at Zach. "Handcuffs? Oh, my...why do I get the feeling
we're not talking about arresting someone, here..." she blinks again, and
pinks slightly as she reaches for another plate. But there aren't any!
"Hey, looks like we're done, you know?"

Zach regards Harriet's change of color with a fond chuckle. She's just too
cute! He utterly fails to resist the urge to cuddle her, so cuddled
Harriet becomes! "Roger had been joking about the cuffs before I came, I
think. And apparently the girl hadn't quite understood that. Roger might
have unpokered his spine after hanging out with me, but not to such an
extent that he'd play around with his police cuffs at a rave. I think..."

Harriet is cuddled, ans is happy about it. She even cuddles back! She
chuckles, and shakes her head. "I hope not, anyway. I imagine that the
department would have some Words to say about such a use of official
police gear, you know?"

Zach nods. "Yeah, the brass bigwigs can be pretty uptight about things
like that. So anyway, how's it going with you and Warren? Have you figgerd
him out yet, or?"

Harriet sighs, looking pensive. "No, I haven't figured him out. We
actually managed to have a conversation that didn't derail yesterday
morning, but it was back to the usual by that evening. He seems sad," she
muses, snuggling against Zach. "He was watching the sun rise at Huron
Park, you know?"

Zach likes kitchens, but there are even better places to enjoy a nice
snuggle. He lifts Harriet up and walks over to the pillows, that get
kicked into a nice heap. Into the heap he plops himself and his cuddly and
cute cargo. *floomp* "I don't blame him for one second. The sunrise is one
of the most wonderful events in all of God's wonderful creation. I try to
catch it whenever I can, out in the open. The kid did seem to me like he
was almost actively looking for slights, hearing things the wrong way.."

Harriet yelps and grins as she is picked up and carried to the pillows.
She turns serious though, fairly quickly. "I agree," she says, "but Warren
didn't seem to be enjoying it, which is what struck me as odd, you know?"
She lays her head against Zach's chest, and sighs. "He just stood there
and stared at it, and then got frustrated." She shrugs, then chuckles. "He
did, however, unbend enough to dub me champion of duck-feeding, in charge
of making sure the ducks don't starve and nibble us all to death."

Zach frowns slightly at her first comment, then laughs. "So he can crack a
joke then. That's good at least. I wonder what's his deal... He said
something about being stalled in all his art projects, though. Maybe
that's why he's down?"

Harriet nods, and smiles. "He's not /always/ gloomy, you know. Warren can
be very nice. And yeah, he did seem kind of down about his projects.
Eternal planning stage syndrome," she diagnoses with sympathy.

Zach huggles Harriet and agrees. "You're probably right, you know. He'll
cheer up when he gets those creative juices flowing I'm sure!"

Harriet makes an agreeable noise, and relaxes against Zach. "No doubt. And
he's doing that softball thing with Roger, you know? It'll probably help
him cheer up." She chuckles. "He even got me to agree to play!"

<OOC> Brynn will be a little slow; her hands are bandaged, which makes it
a little difficult to type.

Zach laughs merrily. "You what? So have you lured them into going skating
in return, then?"

Harriet sighs, and shakes her head. "Nope. I'm afraid not. Roger keeps
getting /awfully/ convienient urgent pages whenever I try, you know?"
Harriet grins. "But I live in hope."

Knock, knock. Someone's at the door. Someone's at the door! And if they're
psychic, they might know it's Brynn.

Zach snorts and cuddles her shoulder idly. "Just keep trying, honey. I'm
sure you'll manage to ensnare him soon."

Harriet looks up at the knock on the door. "Hey, visitors! Or, at least
one, you know?" She grins at Zach, gets out of the pillow nest, and opens
the door. "Brynn! Come on in!"

She's so perky! Aww! Brynn, on the other hand, isn't. She looks pretty
glum, too, but at least she isn't ten feet tall and made out of pure
plutonium. She nods. A low "thanks" is muttered before she wipes her feet
on the mat, and walks through the door.

Zach is reclining in a heap of pillows on Harriet's floor, currently
lacking a Harriet in his lap but otherwise in fine condition and excellent
mood. "Hey there Brynn! Whazzup?" he smiles at her.

Harriet gives Brynn a little half hug as she comes through the door, and
smiles warmly. "Hey there, Byrnn. What's wrong? You look rather down, you
know? And would you like something to drink? Or snack on?" Because she's a
good hostess.

Brynn freezes as Harriet hugs her; she still isn't used to fiendish people
violating her personal sphere, and this time it happened without warning.
She snaps out of it soon, though. "Oh, just... I guess I'm fine. Can I
have a drink?" She then raises a hand in a greeting to Zach. "Hey."

Zach beams back at Brynn, then glances over to Harriet. "Need a hand,
doll?"

Harriet shakes her head at Zach. "I think I can handle the perilous task
of drink fetching, you know?" She smiles at him, then turns her attention
to Brynn, still looking a bit concerned. "Sure, what would you like?
Although I feel compelled to note that it's a little early for whiskey."
She waves Brynn into the living area. "Make yourself comfortable."

"Anything. Got any vodka?" Brynn asks without moving from her position
near the door. You know, just in case either of them tries to force
themselves on her (Ie, hug her). When it doesn't look like that's likely
to happen, she moves further into the room, settling down on a chair near
the table.

The current time in Kansas City is 12:14 AM, Wed Dec 04, 2002.

	A relatively striking figure of a young woman she is, standing
exactly 5-foot-8-inches tall. While possessing fairly attractive features
- ice blue eyes, topped with dark, sharp brows, the left having a small
knife scar through it. Sharp cheekbones, a smallish nose, her Germanic
heritage showing strongly in her features, creating an almost
feral-looking girl. Her head is crowned with a short, garnet hair, the
color of a fiery sunrise, while her skin is somewhat pale, having the tone
of someone who spends a good deal of time inside. Her thin lips, untouched
by lipstick, have a hard quality to them, and aren't exactly the sort to
purse and pout cutely.
	Her body is... well, a body. She seems to be relatively slim,
perhaps due to exercise - she's fairly muscular, although she doesn't
exactly look like someone that lives on steroids and heart medicine. As
for her womanly shapes, she's slightly underendowed in that department.
Currently, she's wearing a mid-thigh level leather jacket with several
pockets. Hardly skintight, it's relatively loose, but covers her up
nicely. Moving lower, she wears a pair of mildly worn, oh-so-gawthic black
jeans, and, moving lower still, a pair of worn, slightly dirty Nike
sneakers that might have been white once, but are now grey. Her hands are
covered by a pair of thick, tight-fitting leather gloves.

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.
 Today, Harriet is dressed in a long sleeved blouse of burgandy silk, a
black vest embroidered with bright green vines and crimson roses, and
neatly pressed black slacks. Her bright yellow hightop sneakers sit very
oddly with the rest of the outfit. Her bangs are held up out of her eyes
with a headband of tiny copper and silver roses.

You paged Harriet with 'Doesn't matter. Zach is officially In Love! :)'.

From afar, Harriet raises her eyebrows. "What brought that on?"

Long distance to Harriet: Zach is just that kind of angel. :)

From afar, Harriet giggles and hugs. How cute.

Zach gazes lovingly at Harriet. "Allright, I'll trust you to your strenous
task of hostessing then," he chuckles. The he peeks over at Brynn. "What's
cramping your style then Brynn? Anything we can do for you? Your hand
heald okay, I trust?"

You paged Harriet with 'He's a loving little blackwing, he is! :) Well...
Not that little..'.

Harriet chuckles at Zach, then raises an eyebrow at Brynn. "I do," she
admits, "but it's a little early for that, too. How about some juice, you
know?" Her voice is hopeful. She glances back at Zach. "And would you like
anything to drink, as well?"

From afar, Harriet agrees! "He's a real sweetie. Now, if only Harriet
weren't still hung up on a certain tapeworm..."

Brynn looks down at her new gloves, that look pretty much like the old
ones, except... well, newer. "Yes, it's fine now." But... what's that? Her
request wasn't granted. No stairway to Heaven. Denied! "Really? It seems
like the perfect time for it to me." Pause, and a thoughtful one at that.
"I'll take anything with alcohol in it, including rubbing alcohol and
window cleaner."

Zach shakes his head to Harriet. "No thanks, I'm fine. Why don't you whip
up a screwdriver for her? Vodka and juice in one go. It's way better than
window cleaner..." He looks a tad concernedly at Brynn. Anyone craving a
drink that badly, must have had their style seriously cramped. Not good.

You paged Harriet with 'Aww! What if I got some more poker in my spine?
More starch in my upper lip? Suit and tie?'.

Harriet gives Zach a bit of a stern look. He is supposed to be the
upstanding and moral one around here...oh, wait. This is /Zach/.
Nevermind. "One screwdriver, coming up, you know?" She goes into the
kitchen, and starts preparing the drink. "Although, for my reckless
disregard of the law in the purpose of friendship, I would like to know
why you look so glum, Brynn." She smiles at the student.

Harriet pages: Actually, it's mostly because she's just deeply, terribly
loyal. It takes a long time for her to redirect her attention from one
person to another, especially since Lucian actually /wants/ to hang
around. For evil reasons, of course, but still...

Yes, there's that law thing. But if Brynn didn't get that drink, she'd
have to bribe someone to buy her a bottle of something or other, get a
fake ID, or beat up homeless people and steal their wine. It's for the
best, this way. And then she looks up. "Oh, it's just... life, and...
yeah, life." The student looks down again, staring into the air. She looks
like a person that found the difference between butter and I Can't Believe
It's Not Butter.

Zach looks innocently at Harriet, smiling a beatific smile. But he does
agree with Harriet's request. "Yeah, it's only fair that you do some
serious moping, as soon as you get your throat-heater. Make it with less
screw and more drive, Harriet. Real spikey!"

Harriet already was adding more vodka than was strictly neccessary,
actually. One only needed to see Brynn's expression to justify that. So
she ignores the little voice chanting 'naughty naughty naughty' in the
back of her mind, and brings out the drink, setting it in front of the
student. She smiles. "Here you go, you know? Enjoy, and relax. You're
among friends here. We're even discreet." She wanders back to the pillow
nest and flops down, again, giving Brynn a little space to unwind.

Brynn looks up at Harriet as she approaches, but her eyes follow the glass
when she puts it down. Reaching for it, she remarks, "I checked Ann's
injuries last night. It seemed about three thirds of her joints were
sprained. Don't know how she managed that." Her fingers touch the glass,
and soon curl around it tightly, like a black spider latched onto its
prey. Oh, and she raises and drinks some of it, like a... spider...
drinking... a screwdriver. Yeah.

Zach makes room for Harriet, sneaking an arm around her to give her a
small hug. He arches an eyebrow at Brynn's statement, though. "Who's Ann?
And why is she hurt?"

Harriet leans forward a little, frowning. "Do you think it was from the
tumble she took at the rink or..." a glance a Zach, "um, other things, you
know?" To Zach, she says, "Ann's another student at the college, a friend
of Brynn and Aria's."

"The rink, I guess. It takes a special kind of incompetence to get that
hurt, though," Brynn says in a neutral, calm tone of voice. It's far from
a mutter, even though that would be more appropriate, what with her
current mood and everything. Since Harriet explained who she is, the
student doesn't bother. And, better yet, it gives her a little time to
drink more of the... well, drink. So she does.

Zach ahs and casts an inquisitive glance Harrietways. "Other things? The
rink isn't dangerous enough?"

"She /was/ going awfully fast when she hit the barrier," Harriet muses,
and sighs. "Will she be okay, you know? Has she seen a doctor?" She
glances at Zach, and shakes her head, just a little. Then she reaches up
and pats him on his hugging arm.

"We're in a relationship, and I'm abusive," Brynn tells Zach with a
straight face, looking directly at him before she... doesn't anymore. She
looks over at Harriet instead. "Probably. I don't reckon she has." She
raises the glass a little, studying it in the light. Hmmm. Then she puts
it to her lips, and drinks it. A good share of it, at least.

Zach deadpans and nods to Brynn. "That explains it then." He tickles
Harriet's hand with a finger and winks reassuringly to her.

Harriet hmphs at both of them. "I don't find that remotely amusing," she
says, primly, but allows herself to relax a bit at the tickle. She looks
at Brynn. "Are Ann's injuries the prime reason behind your unhappiness, or
is there something else, you know?" She arches an eyebrow. "And did you go
to classes today?"

"Didn't feel like going," Brynn admits, looking down at her glass. Glumly.
At this point, it may be fitting to include a quote from the late Lucian:
'It's nice to see young people take their education so seriously.'

Zach relaxes in the pillownest with the cute lady of the house, and is
content with listening for now.

Harriet sighs, and just Looks at Brynn. "You should go to your classes,
you know? They're boring, and they suck on occassion, but it helps with
the whole graduation thing..." she trails off with another sigh. "Why
didn't you feel like going?"

"Dunno?" Brynn tries, thinking it's a good way to dodge the question. Ha!
They're probably none the wiser! She's a smooth one. She then finishes her
drink, thinking it's a good time to do that. "Can I have another?" she
asks with a look at Harriet.

"Not even close to a seriously good mope," Zach remarks. "Would you prefer
it if I left so you two ladies can talk privately?" Clearly Brynn is not
going to spill while hes there, so he might as well be elsewhere. That way
Harriet can work her Harriet-magic in peace.

<OOC> Brynn visualizes an interrogation scene from a 'Nam movie.

<OOC> Zach grins!

Harriet is Authority! Harriet is Responsibility! Harriet is...apparently
the only person in the room who gives a damn about the laws for underaged
drinking. She looks dubious for a moment, then caves. "I suppose yso, you
know?" She rises and takes Brynn's glass. At Zach's question, she looks to
Brynn, and raises an eyebrow. "Would that make you feel more comfortable,
or will you not relax, regardless?" She smiles faintly, as she makes the
new drink.

"Probably not. I just... well, college is hard," Brynn tells the two,
narrowing her eyes at the world in general, or at least the floor, which
is what she's currently looking at. "I guess I have to do what I'm told,
but..." She shrugs, teenishly, even though she isn't a teen. "Of course I
do. I'm just a little down."

Zach smiles kindly and sympatheticly to Brynn. "Hey, we all get bummed out
once in a while, y'know. Is there anything we can do that'll help you fell
better? Besides getting you blind drunk?"

Harriet brings the drink to Brynn, and sits down on a stool nearby.
"College is tough," she agrees, and would probably add 'but at least no
one you know is dead yet', except that...well, yeah. She reaches over to
pat Brynn on the shoulder. "If there's anything we can do, just say it,
you know?" She grimaces. "Although I really hope that it will stop
involving alcohol soon."

What's with Harriet and Brynn's disrespected personal sphere?! The student
doesn't react negatively this time, though. Instead, she accepts the
drink, and holds it thoughtfully for a moment or three. "You know, getting
blind drunk doesn't sound like such a bad idea right now." She smiles at
the thought, too, which is always something. In a way.

<OOC> Harriet holds up her Official Touchy-Feely Person card...

From afar, Harriet doesn't think cuddles are going to work on this one,
but doesn't really have any other weapons in her inventory. :)

Zach hunts around in his pockets and produces a G-fork, bangs it on the
floor and sets it down with its knob on the floor to let it sound. "Check
again, lady. It sounds definitely bad ideishly. A good, strong drink or
two is quite healthy, blind drunk on the other hand... Usually comes with
its very own Hell the next day."

Long distance to Harriet: Zach can do tough love, but doesn't know Brynn
well enough yet. :)

Harriet nods gratefully to Zach. "And I wouldn't let you, anyway.
Alcohol's a depressant, and you look about as depressed as you need to be,
you know?" She smiles softly. "But...maybe you should try and split your
problems up into smaller, more easily managable ones? And we'd help, if we
only had some kind of clue what you need..."

Brynn listens patiently to the adults. As if they could comprehend her
problems! She's the first person in history to experience such problems!
They don't know what it's like! She's unique! And she are her problems!
"Oh. Got any amphetamine?" she inquires, calmly, looking at Harriet.

Zach eyes Brynn carefully. "I hope that was your wonderful black humour.
HArd drugs aren't much fun to be around."

Harriet makes a little growling noise. "/No/, Brynn, I don't have any
amphetamines, you know?" She frowns at the student. "You must feel like
crap right now, and I get that, but that ain't the way to deal with it."
She gives a frustrated little sigh, and gets up. Suddenly, Harriet feels
the need for something to drink. Not alcohol.

<OOC> Brynn says, "Harriet growled? -Harriet?-"

<OOC> Brynn likes that. A growling Harriet. It's like a vicious kitten.

<OOC> Zach snickers.

<OOC> Harriet can growl! She can hit people, too...just not very
effectively.

<OOC> Zach knows all about that! ;D

"I don't do drugs unless necessary," Brynn claims, hefting her chin to
cast a look up at Harriet. That, of course, may explain the steroids in
her room. Actually, she doesn't have any. Really. No, really. Seriously!
"But really, I guess I'm all right." Drink, she does!

<OOC> Brynn ponders. Harriet pawbats, Zach giggles?

<OOC> Zach says, "No, I hugged her. :)"

<OOC> Harriet says, "It was intensely humiliating. She was /trying/ to
turn him into paste. She couldn't even manage a bruise. *sulk*"

<OOC> Brynn laughs. Cute.

You say, "Where do you come from Brynn?"

Harriet is in the kitchen, pouring herself some juice, and muttering under
her breath. She does pause at Zach's question, looking up to hear Brynn's
response, curiousity in her expression.

Brynn lowers her glass, mainly due to the difficulty associated with
drinking and speaking at the same time. "Celio," she states with a brief
glance at the man. A brief glance of Ultimate Doom!

Zach meets Brynns glance with a calm glance of his own. He seems genuinly
interested though. "Where's Celio? I don't think I've been there.."

Harriet brings her drink back into the living room, and goes back to sit
on cushions with Zach. She needs soft and fluffy cushions, to recover from
the growl. She sips her drink, and just looks from one to the other of
them.

There is a knocking upon the door, coming from the direction of Terrace
Lofts -- Landings.

"Probably not. Maybe you'll get see it some day." Brynn raises the glass,
but at least doesn't say 'cheers'. It just isn't right when they're not
drinking. Well, one of them is, but not drinking-drinking. Then she drinks
the rest of the screwdriver. It takes a while.

Harriet shouts, "Come in!"

Cosmo steps into the apartment, his hat already off his head. He deposits
that and his jacket in the appropriate place. "Harriet, good afternoon.
Zach, Brynn, I wasn't expecting either of you."

Zach is sitting in one of Harriet's pillow nests, beaming at Cosmo. "Hey
there bro! Nice to see you!"

Harriet is sitting with Zach on a bunch of cushions, while Brynn is being
boring and sitting on an actual chair. And drinking a screwdriver. Harriet
smiles at Cosmo, rising from the nest to give him a hug. "Hey, there! What
brings you over this way, you know? How are you doing? Would you like
something to drink?"

No! Okay, so it's true that Brynn is sitting on a chair by the table, but
she's probably studying an empty glass by now. "I have to go anyway," she
says, placing the glass on the conveniently located flat surface.

Cosmo returns Harriet's hug when she approaches him. One arm around her
and then letting go. "I'm just fine. I finished work early and thought I
might stop by." HE turns his eyes toward the others. He considers the
offer of a drink. "Some tea if you have it. Or coffee." He frowns slightly
at Brynn's announcement. "A shame you have to go, Brynn."

Zach nods his agreement wiht Cosmo. "Yeah, you really needn't go B! Just
because we're old doesn't mean we're total losers."

Harriet nods at Cosmo, and returns to the kitchen, back on drink fetching
duty. She does look over at Brynn, though, with concern. "I'm sorry you
need to leave," she says, and smiles. "But I'll catch up with you later,
you know?" When she can grill her in private, "Do you need a ride home?"
She gives Zach an amused look at the 'old' comment.

"I have some work to do," Brynn says as she rises to her feet. "No, I'd
rather walk. Thanks anyway." With that, she turns, and walks over to the
door.

Cosmo steps out of the way for Brynn. Watching her pass him by with his
cool, reserved gaze. His hands into the pockets of his slacks. His
suitcoat hangs neatly on either side of his arms.

Zach sighs. "Take care then, Brynn."

Harriet hands a glass of tea to Cosmo, then catches Brynn on the way out
and gives her one, final hug. She smiles at the student. "Hey, look, don't
let things get you down like this, you know? Be safe." As an afterthought,
she adds, "And go to your classes."

Cosmo takes the tea with a quiet "Thank you, Harriet." He sips from the
cup and then offers a nod to Brynn. "Yes, Be careful on your way home."

Aiieee! Again with the hugging! Brynn hesitates, but then offers a quick
hug in return, and a nod. "Goodbye," she says, then turns around, opens
the door, and heads outside. All forlorn!

<OOC> Brynn has to go take care of her hands.

<OOC> Cosmo says, "Take care. :)"

<OOC> Harriet nods. "Thanks for the RP, and I hope they feel better!"

<OOC> Zach says, "Thanks for the rp! Be nice to your hands now! :)"

<OOC> Brynn hugs. "Thanks for the RP, everyone. Have fun."

Zach sighs again. "I hope she lightens up soon. That's not a good mood to
be in got long... Amphetamine indeed!" he snorts.

Harriet closes the door after Brynn, and drifts back into the living room
with a thoughtful frown. She nods at Zach. "Indeed. I really don't think
the vodka was a good idea, you know?" She shakes herself, and turns to
smile at Cosmo. "Please, make yourself comfortable. It's great to see
you!" she says, as she plops back down in the pillow nest.

Cosmo moves in and takes the chair that Brynn formerly occupied. He drapes
one leg over the other and rests his tea on his knee. "Amphetamine's? Drug
use might explain her odd behavior on occassion." It's apparent he's got a
great deal on his mind.

Zach gathers Harriet into a one-armed cuddle. "A couple of screwdrivers
aren't a problem. But hard drugs, now that's not good news if she really
does do them. She might have been yanking our chains on that one, you
know." He looks over at Cosmo and lifts a questioning eyebrow. "What's up
with you, brother?"

Harriet sighs, and just shrugs and leans back against Zach. She also turns
her attention to Cosmo. "Something to do with Mr. Anderson, you know?"

"Nothing yet about Mr. Anderson, no." Cosmo replies. He's bouncing his
knee, making the cubes in his glass bounce about. "I'm just plotting the
ways to break into the hospital's record rooms. Though Brynn concerns me.
As I mentioned to you previously. Additionally, I have other matters
occupying my thoughts. APologies if I don't quite seem to be all here."

You say, "What's up with this Anderson guy?"

Harriet purses her lips, and nods at Cosmo. "I understand your concerns,
but..." she shrugs. "As to other matters, anything I can help with, you
know?" She smiles, attempting to radiate helpfulness, as opposed to her
normal Aura of Cuddle.

"Why don't you tell Zach a little more about the Anderson situation,
Harriet. And then we can all put our heads together about getting ahold of
his medical records." Cosmo takes a drink for his tea. THen rests on his
knee once more.

Zach now looks really curious and glances from Cosmo to Harriet and back
to Cosmo again. He is eagerly awaiting enlightenment.

"I don't know much," Harriet admits, looking over to Zach. "As far as I
can tell, there's this actor named Rob Anderson, who's in a camp fantasy
TV show called 'Knights of Heliopolis', you know? For some reason, Cosmo's
boss told him that any Soldiers must be kept far, far away from the guy."
She sighs. "I haven't been able to find out anything bad about him, but
there's a rather dubious accident in his past which Cosmo thinks might be
significant. Hence, the breaking and entering." She doesn't wince as she
says that last. She actually looks kind of intrigued. Angels are clearly a
bad influence on her...

<OOC> Roger waves :)

<OOC> Harriet waves, and sets the scene for when they eventually get
back... :P

Harriet is sitting on a heap of pillows, with Zach, while Cosmo sits on an
actual chair at the table. They're all talking and such.

Roger knocks on the door.

Zach looks likewise intrigued. "Fascinating. I can't say I've ever heard
about the guy or his show.. But then I don't have a TV set.." He lifts his
head and looks over toward the door, then grins at Harriet. "You're sure a
popular one.."

"I'm also TVless, you know?" She jumps up again from the nest, and goes
over to open the door. "Roger," she exclaims with delight. "Come in! How
are you doing? Wow...this is everyone," she proclaims, looking over the
gathering. "We're almost a squad or something..."

Roger smiles as Harriet opens the door and steps in, looking around "Hey
everyone." He hugs Harriet "I hope I'm not interupting anything?"

Zach laughs and waves merrily from his relaxed sprawl in the pillows. "Hey
there Roge! HAve you seen more to that girl I saw you with last night?" he
teases.

Roger chuckles and manages to find a chair to sit in "Fraid not, but I
hope to see her at the party.

Harriet grins, and hugs back. "Of course not." She closes the door and
ushers him into the living room. "Make yourself comfortable. Would you
like anything to drink? We were just talking about the actor guy, you
know?"

Roger nods and glances at Cosmo "Find anything new about him?'

You say, "Don't think so. Not yet anyway."

<OOC> Zach says, "Cosmo is afk for the moment."

Roger nods "Hmm..from what Harriet here was saying yesterday the guy seems
perfectly normal.

<OOC> Cosmo says, "Returns. :)"

Harriet sighs. "The guy, he is like the shadow...inscrutible." She smiles
at everyone and goes back to sit down on the fluffy cushions again. "You
know," she says after a moment, "after a little while, we should go out to
somewhere, like the Bluebird, and just have some fun as a group. I think,
anyway."

Cosmo returns from his woolgather when Roger arrives. He gives the man a
nod. But all talk of breaking and entering is quieted. "I suspect that
when he suffered a 'near-fatal' accident, the accident was actually
genuinely fatal. And someone on the other side made use of the opportunity
to start a role." Explaining his reasons for curiosity about the accident.

Roger rubs his chin "Hmm, interesting. But who would have an interest in
doing something like that?

Zach frowns slightly. "A role as a camp tv show hero? Without knowing what
the show's about, I'd guess the Media off the top of my head. Or maybe
nightmares."

Roger frowns slightly "Why Nightmares? I mean the show isn't that bad."

Harriet shrugs. "According to what I could find out, the show--while silly
and historically laughable--hasn't crossed any moral boundries, or
anything, you know? It and the cast all have good reputations, you know?
Which, of course, means that they'd have more influence than they
otherwise might..."

Cosmo waves his hand at Roger and Harriet. "Not to be dismissive." Despite
the gesture. "But Infernals often kepe up appearances of good reputations.
I recommend both of you read C.S. Lewis' 'Screwtape Letters'. But Media in
general is all about surface appearance and teaching 'morals' that, at
their root, are too broad to have any real meaning. It could be Factions
as well. Did you read the information about his fan clubs and how he seems
to subtly keep them competing in a not-so-heatly way?"

Roger looks thoughtful "Well alright, I could buy that I suppose."

Zach nods in agreement with Cosmo. "The most successful of demons can seem
more saintly than the real thing. Damn hard to root out. Factions is a
good guess, especially since they are known to have a Tether in the area.
Nightmares is more of a far shot, but they do work subtly. I know that
there's a shedite of Nightmares on the loose in the area, and shows like
that feed the dreams of impressionable mortals. And dreams can be
twisted.."

Harriet looks surprised, then thoughtful. "I hadn't really thought that he
was doing that," she muses. "I just figured it was fans being...fans, you
know?" She falls silent, listening to Zach, and nodding.

<OOC> Zach has to go to bed soon. :(

<OOC> Harriet awws, but admires! It's after midnight there, isn't it?

<OOC> Zach nods.

<OOC> Roger says, "aww :<"

<OOC> Cosmo hugs poor Zach.

Cosmo gives a nod of approval to both of them. Then looks to Zach with a
raised brow. "A very good point. That hadn't occured to me. There's also
the possibility that he's an Ethereal." He mulls that over for a minute.
Sipping more of his tea and sort of looking into the middle distance.

Roger blinks "A what? What's an Ethereal?"

Zach groans. "They're nothing but trouble mostly. They inhibit the
Marches, and most of them are born out of the dreams and fantasies of
mortals. But I haven't heard any rumours about Ethereal activity around
these parts. They are very rare. Usually it's infernals or just
enterprising humans."

Roger nods "Oh. I see. I think. Anyways, is it possible that Anderson is
simply a normal human or maybe a Solider?"

Harriet blinks, and looks deeply curious. "Born out of dreams? How on
earth does that happen, you know?" Distractible? Harriet? Nah...

A faint frown on his face that passes and then Cosmo nods with Zach.
"Leeches, mostly. I'll go in more detail about it later, Harriet. At
least, in so far as I understand the phenomenon. And yes, Roger, it is
possible he's just a normal human. But when an Archangel blanches upon
simply seeing a picture of the individual and immediately orders you to
find out everything there is to know and keep any Soldiers away, it's a
good guess that he is somehow extremely important. And powerful."

<OOC> Harriet must idle for a few. Assume Harriet is simply Pondering, and
talk around her.

Roger glances at Cosmo and nods slowly "Yeah, I'd forgotten the whole,
keep Soliders away part. Speaking of Soliders, any word from the Sword?

Cosmo gives a rueful shake of his head at Roger's question. "No, Roger,
unfortunately I haven't heard anything yet. I wish I had more to tell
you."

Zach blinks and eyes Cosmo in silence for a few seconds. "Well I'll be...
That is /not/ good news. Does he... Shit!" He jumps up. "Dammit I'm late
for my shift! I'm really sorry guys, but I have to go. I'll talk to you
later, call me if you need me." He hugs Harriet and clasps Cosmo's and
Roger's shoulders briefly befor heading for the door.

Roger waves to Zach as he zooms away. "See ya!"

<OOC> Zach has to go. I'll try to get online tomorrow night. I won't be on
this weekend, as I'm leaving for Germany on Saturday morning, returning on
Tuesday. :/

Roger says, "Have fun!!"

Zach looks extremely frustrated to have to leave just as things got all
nice and interesting.