Logfile from Brass&Steel.

Roger is standing in the quad flirting with a college student. He winks at
her "Maybe I could show you them at the party."

<OOC> Zach waves:) Will hang back for a couple of poses to get a whiff of
the scene.

<OOC> Roger nods

Warren is off somewhere around the student center with some coed. Roger is
somewhere by the sororities with another.

Roger is a large black man, about 6'1 and 180 pounds. His curly black hair
is cut neatly and his brown eyes twinkle cheerfuly. He has heavly muscled
arms and legs, proof of his time at a gym. His smiles are rare but when
they appear they seem to light up the room.
 Roger is off duty at the moment and his clothes reflect that. He's
dressed in clean bluejeans and a plain white short sleeved t-shirt which
is tucked into his jeans. Over the shirt is a red long sleeved flannel,
the cuffs neatly buttoned at his wrists. On his feet are a pair of white
sneakers.

	There is an ethereal air about this attractive man, the sort that
can turn heads. A captivating face, framed by an unkempt tussle of raven
black hair, tapers gently to the chin which is cleanly shaven. Peeking out
from under his bangs are a pair of dark almond shaped eyes. He is shorter
than average in height, and his frame hinters just on the slender side of
average for it. Combined with a rakish charm and boyish good looks, he
appears to be younger than he probably is.

	He's wearing a nice grey and black knit pullover crewneck sweater,
warm and slightly oversized, with a blue button down shirt worn
underneath. He also has on a pair of khaki chinos and a pair of black
Oxfords.

Amber edges closer to Roger, but says in a declaritive way "You know. I've
never been to a party like this one before. I don't want to do anything
too extreme."

Roger nods "Of course. Honestly I'm not sure what the party will be like.
But it sounds fun." He glances towards the sororities "Do you belong to
one of them?"

Amber nods and point to the nearest one. She giggles a bit and claps three
times like a school cheer. "Delta Delta Delta!"

Roger grins "I never joined a frat myself, but the people who did always
seemed to enjoy it."

Zach wanders along one of the footpaths, hands deeply buried in his
pockets, but otherwise enjoying the night. He stops walking when he hears
a familiar voice drifting throught the air, then starts walking toward the
source.

Amber looks at Roger, and to be honest she doesn't seem overly surprised.
She smiles to him however and says "Oh yiu should have, you would have had
fun"

Warren just looked at you.

Roger nod "I went to quite a few of their parties though. I had some
friends who were in them." So far he doesn't seem to have noticed Zach.

Amber smiles, "Oh? Which house?"

Roger rattles off the names of a few of the bigger frats on campus. "They
really enjoyed it."

Amber nods, "Good to be Greek. Were you on any teams here?"

Roger nods "Yep, baseball." He smiles "Man that was a blast. How about
you, play any sports?"

Zach trails over toward Roger and Roger's new friend. He smiles to Roger,
"Hey there chum. Long time, no see."

Roger looks over his shoulder in supprised as he hears Zach "Zach man,
hows it going?"

Amber shakes her head, "No. I don't, but Brianna..." she starts trailing
off when she notices Zach walk up. She glances between Roger and Zach and
she seems to be wondering if Roger knows this person.

Amber surmises by Roger's reaction that he does. Now she seems to be
wondering why so many non students are hanging out by the sororities.
Perhaps her edgy friend was correct after all.

Zach grins to Roger and nods amicably to the young lady. "I'm fine, Roge.
How 'bout yourself? Haven't seen you around for some time."

Amber waves back to Zach, and then steps back so she doesn't seem
unproperly too close to Roger and to allow the friends to talk.

Roger smiles "I'm pretty well." He nods towards Amber "Amber, I'd like you
to meet my friend Zach, Zach, meet Amber,"

Amber says, "Hello. Zach was it?" She looks to Roger, "Is he going to the
party too?"

Zach smiles to Amger and pulls his right hand out of its warm, snug pocket
to offer a handshake. "Nice to met you Amber. How d'you do? What party?"

Roger hands him a flyer that he's holding "This party, looks pretty fun
huh."

Amber shakes the offered hand.

Zach gives Amber's hand a firm squeeze, then takes the flyer from Roger
and peers at it to see what it says.

The flyers seem to be advertising an 'event' this weekend. It's not
entirely clear what it's about as it seems to use various anagrams and
underground slang terms. About all the average person would be able to
make out is that it is some sort of singles mixer, although couples are
welcome to attend, and that an open mind is required.

Roger pages: heh, double check with Warren for what it's about. basicly
it's a rave of some type.

<OOC> Zach tries an int-check. Without much hope. :)

AutoJudge:  Zach rolls: 6 + 3 = 9 . Check die: 1

<OOC> Zach says, "Nope."

<OOC> Amber grins.

Roger grins "I'm talking Amber into going. I'm pretty sure I'll be going.
It looks fun.

Roger pages: clearly Zach has rubed off to some extent on Roger. :)

Zach raises his eyebrows as he reads through what looks like some sort of
youth subcult version of masonic mumbo-jumbo writing. He chuckles at
Roger. "Looks like it could be fun, yes. Do you have more...uh..insight in
this stuff than us old codgers, Amber? Is this some kind of rave?"

Long distance to Roger: Zach grins. And whimpers. Larry's gonna go ape..
:)

Long distance to Roger: Zach . o O ( Angels corrupting Soldiers = Bad.
Malakim corrupting Soldiers... Eee! )

Roger pages: he's not speaking to me apparently :P According to Fidelity,
it's an IC point that he hasn't contacted me yet. *sigh*

Roger shakes his head and grins at Amber "You're probably more in the loop
then the two of us, care to translate."

Amber seems a more than a bit surprised now. She looks at Roger
suspiciously, "Um, /you/ gave that flyer to me. Remember?"

Roger nods "Yes, but I'm not orginzing the thing or anything."

You paged Roger with 'Hm. I sense plot.'.

Amber looks puzzled, "Then.. why are you handing out all these flyers?"

From afar, Roger nods

Roger nods towards Warren "Just doing a favor for a friend. I think he
knows the fellow that's orginizing this."

You paged Roger with 'Could it have something to do with thte dagger?'.

Amber's brow furrows a bit, "Then...then what about all this stuff about
handcuffing me?"

Zach looks curiously at Roger. "Since when did you start handing out rave
flyers? Not that i don't approve, but..." He grins widely and his eyes
sparkle teasingly.

Roger pages: I hope so."

Zach blinks and grins even wider. "Why Roger....!"

Roger gives Amber a puzzled look "I'm not going to handcuff you."

Amber nods, "You said you even had handcuffs, and you'd use them at the
party."

You paged Roger with 'Jesus Christ! You do realize that I'm the one
they're gonna blame?! :)'.

From afar, Roger laughs "Of course!

Zach snorts out an amused chuckle at the very thought.

Roger shakes his head "All I said was that I had handcuffs."

Amber looks mortified now. It seems she thinks Roger either was goofing
with her earlier, or he's goofing with her now. Either way she seems
distressed and embarrassed.

Roger seems to see this and clearly wants to make ammends "I'm sorry, I
was just teasing. I mean you said you didn't want to get over head or
anything, that you've never been to this type of party before."

Amber nods a bit. She chews her lip and looks around, folding her arms
across her chest. The way Zach reacted to Roger's involvement with the
party and Roger's apparent denial has seemed to leave her feeling
undecisive.

<OOC> Roger needs to head to bed I'm afraid. It's pretty late here.

<OOC> Amber nods, "Ah. Alright. Well, thanks for playing."

<OOC> Roger waves and snugs "Night you. Catch you later!

Roger has disconnected.

Zach sighs as Roger's pager goes off and waves g'bye to his friend. He
then turns back to Amber and smiles a friendly smile. "Roger was a bit of
a straight man when I first met him. He's loosened up a bit since then,
but he's still rather...uh...knightly. He's just learning how to party
without a necktie."

Amber doesn't seem any more relaxed. These last few minutes seem bizarre
to her. "Um. Alright, if you say so. Do... do you go here?" The last
question seems to be asked as if she were looking for some kind of anchor
to steady the situation.

Zach chuckles warmly and shakes his head. "No I don't," he says kindly.
"I've sometimes thougth about taking up studies, but I just can't afford
it. Besides, I like my job a bit too much. But you're a student here,
right?" He has stuffed his hand back in its pocket and shakes his
shoulders a bit to ward off the cold.

Amber glances upward "Um yeah? So, why are you here then?"

Zach tilts his head. "I'm going for a walk, and I heard Roger's voice." He
glances up at the clock on the wall. "But I'm not gonna keep you out here
in the cold chatting. Not at this hour, anyway." He smiles again, removing
any possible misunderstandings about him not /wanting/ to chat with Amber.
"You'd best get inside, and I'll finish my walk."

The current time in Kansas City is 03:28 AM, Wed Dec 04, 2002.

Amber nods and turns, heading up the steps to the sorority house. She
looks back once to give a wave and then continues on her way into the
building.

Zach doesn't see her wave, as he is already walking away. His course takes
him past Warren after a few moments, and he turns his head to look at him.
There's something familiar about that guy, and Zach tries to recall his
name.

Warren isn't alone. He's with another sorority coed. He has her sitting on
one of the campus landmarks, like a fountain or a statue or something like
that, while he takes photographs of her.

Zach takes in that particular scene with a smile. A photo session at half
past three in the morning? Students are truly an interesting species.

Warren doesn't seem to notice Zach where he is. He gives the girl some
instructions and then takes another photo.

Zach chuckles and trails closer to watch the session. He takes care to
stay out of the way though, as to not ruin Warren's work. "Now there's
something you don't see every day," he remarks amusedly. "Or night."

Warren glances over his shoulder at the voice. The girl looks shocked and
a little embarrassed when she sees Zach. Warren stands and gives Zach a
friendly smile, although a hint of irritation over the interruption
flashes for a brief moment. "Hmm? What's that?"

Zach waves a little wave to the girl and doesn't seem bothered by this at
all, merely curious. "A photo session at this hour in this temperature, I
mean. It's cool though. You're Warren, aren't you? I think we got
introduced briefly at the Bluebird?" Zach has of course turned to face
Warren at this point.

Well, the girl does seem bothered. She runs up to Warren and the two
exchange a few quick whispers. She then gives him a quick peck on the
cheek, gives Zach a quick glance, and then runs back to the sorority
house. Warren starts to pack up his camera and says, "Depends on who you
hang around with I guess..." to Zach's first comment and then when he's
through packing he stands and looks back at Zach. He says, "Yes, that's
me. Um...?"

You say, "I think me may have an friend or two in common. You know Roger
and Harriet?"

Warren nods slightly, "Sure. I'm sorry, but I seem to have forgotten who
you are. You say we met at the Bluebird?"

Zach ahs and flashes a smile. "Oh sorry, my bad. I don't blame you at all
for not remembering, since we were just introduced briefly by the doorman
Joey. I'm Zach Ellis." He offers a handshake.

Warren shakes the hand, a look of some recognition showing now. "Oh. So
you're Zach. I've heard a lot about you."

Zach blinks in surprise. "You have? Oh wait, lemme guess - Harriet?" A
soft smile starts to show in his eyes.

Warren says, "She's mentioned you a few times. Um, just to make sure I'm
not mistaking you for somebody else. You're a mechanic right?"

Zach nods smilingly and stuffs his hands back in their pockets. "Yeah I
am. And you're the guy she just can't seem to figger out and then manages
to insult unintentionally time and time again, right?"

Warren's turn to blink. He says, "oh. Is that what Harriet thinks of me?"
with just a hint of disappointment. He reflects on that for a second
before smiling and saying, "Well, I suppose that answers my next
question."

Zach tilts his head and regards Warren in a friendly way. "Dude, she likes
you. She's just afraid that she may have hurt you or insulted you. And
what was the question?"

Warren frowns for a brief moment. Still, he seems pleasant and friendly in
return and says, "Oh. I was just curious how you knew we had mutual
acquaintances."

Zach nods and shifts his stance a bit. "Small world I guess." He glances
at Warren's stuff. "You a professional photographer?" A hint of curiosity
in his voice.

Warren shrugs, "I guess you could say that. Professional artist at least."

Warren slips his camera bag over a shoulder and moves to a nearby bench to
sit down.

Zach follows Warren and sits down on the same bench. "Hey that's cool! So
what kind of artwork do you do? Photography, obviously..." he asks
interestedly.

Warren chuckles, "That's a real ego boost. It seems I've heard that same
question a few times this week alone. I guess I'm pretty low on the fame
ladder. Um, I don't really know if I'd want to label what I do, although
some critics have tried. The best way to find out is to catch my next
show."

Zach grins and hehs. "Lables are just words anyway, dude. And the fact
that you get asked aout your art should be a good sign, eh? It's better
than people just going 'oh so you're an artist, whatever', right?" He
crosses one leg over the other. "I'd like to find out more about it, so
when's your next show?"

Warren looks at Zach curiously, and feels compelled to ask, "Do you feel
sorry for me?"

Zach shakes his head. "No I don't. You're doing what you wanna do, and
that makes you a damn lucky guy. I don't see any reason to feel sorry for
you. I'm rather fond of art and the whole concept of creativity, and if
you're doing suff that defies labelig then I wanna see it."

Warren nods, "Oh, alright. It just seems you're going to great lengths to
reassure me for some reason. Maybe, I'm just tired." He shrugs, "Well,
anyways it seems I've stalled on all my current projects, so it might be
sometime before I've completed anything worthwhile."

Zach laughs softly to Warren's first statement. "That's just the way I
talk. It's called being nice. I'm not trying to patronize you, dude. Does
it surprise you that a mere mechanic is into art?" The merry twinkle in
his eyes removes any sharp edges his words might otherwise have happened
to have.

Warren still manages to find the edges, as it seems being told what is
being nice and what isn't is something he finds patronizing. He replies to
the question, "No. Should it?"

Zach chuckles. "I have met people who find it strange, but no it shouldn't
be."

Warren runs his tongue over his teeth behind his closed mouth for a
moment. He regards Zach's words with a sense of irony but then says,
"Well, Basquiet slept in a box in the park. Annie Sprinkles was a porn
star. I don't really see how being a whatever can preclude an interest in
art. You have some judgemental friends."

Zach quirks a wry smile at that. "Calling these people friends would be
streching that particular label a bit, I guess. But I don't really care.
People will be people, for better and for worse - it's what make 'em
interesting."

Warren arches a brow at Zach as though he doesn't quite believe him, but
he shrugs and nods along. "So then, do you do any art yourself?"

You say, "Only on a hobby basis. I play music, I cook wild and improbable
food, and I tinker with pieces of machinery, trying to make things that
both function and have a certain look and feel to them."

Warren nods his head, mostly listening to Zach although a part of his mind
seems to be reserved for mulling over other things. "What sorts of
machines and what sort of look and feel?"

Zach sighs softly and shifts a bit. "Hmm.. The dread question..." He
chuckles softly then. "I don't really know what to answer you... The
machinery is mostly engines, big and small. Some run on electricity, some
on oil or gas, and some are steam engines. I guess I have a bit of a
fetish for steamers. I just enjoy building them, seeing them take form and
work. They usually don't do anything other than run." He smiles that wry
smile again. "As for look and feel... I really dunno how to put it in
words. It's different for each piece. It has to be the /right/ look and
the /right/ feel for that particular machine. The only thing they really
have in common is that they gotta be nice and clean."

Warren starts to say something, but by the way he pauses...mouth open and
with a slight inhalation... it can probably be assumed he changes the
direction of his thought. "Clean's important to you?"

Zach shrugs. "I like to keep my engines clean yes. It makes them run
smoother and longer."

Warren ohs, "I thought it was some compulsion you had. My bad. Say, you
into classic cars?"

Zach takes this in good humour. "Yeah, I guess you could say that. How
so?"

Warren looks a bit puzzled but shrugs and says, "I guess I meant do you
like them?"

Zach nods and quietly takes a few mental notes. "Yup I do. They don't put
the same care and pride into the manufacturing of cars these days as they
did, say fourty years ago and more. Now most cars look the same, and if
there's something wrong with an engine you almost need a degree in
eletronics to figger it out."

Warren nods as he listens to Zach's opinion on automobiles, and then gives
him a quick grin before looking about the area with a small exhale.

The current time in Kansas City is 06:20 AM, Wed Dec 04, 2002.

Zach looks at his watch and goes hmm. The odd teacher and student has
started to trickle across the campus. "I think I've been keeping you up
with idle chatter long enough though. It's morning already.." He uncrosses
his legs and sits up.

Warren gives Zach a polite pleasant smile says, "Not any more than I have
you, but I suppose you're right. Perhaps we can talk another time." He
rises and faces Zach, but his eyes keep stealing glances at the rising
sun, as though he didn't want to miss it.

Zach smiles softly and breathes in the morning air, noting where Warren's
eyes are drawn. "One of the greatest treasures of this world," he murmurs
quietly and nods to the rising sun, eyes shining in it's light.

Warren takes in a deep breath and then hefts his camera bag, giving a
small wave to Zach. "Say "Hi" to Harriet for me." He starts to head off
towards the sorority houses.

Zach beams after him and waves. "I will. It was good meeting you Warren,
take care now and sleep tight." He turns to walk away.