Logfile from Brass&Steel.


Zach knocks on the door marked 'Room 3 <3>'.

Zach knocks on the door marked 'Room 3 <3>'.

Brynn pages: The door is opened. Brynn stands there.

Brynn pages: Might as well enter. We'll just RP as if you're standing
outside.

You open the door and walk through the doorway.

Room 3 - John Russell Hall - UMKC(#467RAFng)

     This room is pretty clean compared to most dorm rooms. The bed
closest to the door's is made with a simple green sheets and a dark blue
pillow. There is a small, outdated laptop on the desk next to the bed and
the desk is quite wooden and flammable. Next to the laptop is the mouse,
which is a normal mouse, and on the other side of the laptop is a picture
of Aria and her family: A man, a woman, and a red-haired younger-brother
who is winking at the camera. On a flimsy looking, but quite
sturdy-looking, shelf above the bed are several books ranging from musical
to poetry and history. There is a chair in front of the laptop and across
from her bed near the entrance-door is a closet, which is usually filled
with paints more than clothes, and a couple paintings as well.
     The other bed belongs to is a tad different. It has black sheets,
pillowcases and what have you, spreading a little friendly darkness into
the room. Just above that, a shelf can be seen, but it's mostly empty,
save for a few books on history. Next to the bed, there's a nice little
desk, that has an old-fashioned alarm on it, which has several dents, and
appears to be held together by tape.


Harriet nods. "So I've been told," she says, still in that rather
unHarrietlike voice of calm that she's been doing her best to hold on to
since she arrived. "We need to..." she blinks as Zach walks in. "Oh.
Hello, Zach."

<OOC> Brynn says, "He's probably just outside, actually."

<OOC> Brynn says, "But she could see him in the doorway!"

<OOC> Harriet says, "Hmm..well, then, she blinks as she sees him! And is
surprised. ;P"

The door opens to reveal a tall dude in jeans and leather. He is standing
straight and regards Brynn with a calm smile in his eyes, although the
rest of his visage remains neutral. "Hello Brynn. May I come in, please? I
need to talk to you."

Brynn looks up at Zach, calmly. She's currently wearing a red shirt of
simple, unremarkable make, and, gasp, no jacket! No gloves, either. "Will
it take more than five minutes?"

Harriet moves into visual range, standing just behind Brynn, and waves at
Zach. She looks worried, but then, this is nothing new these days.

Zach tilts his head and smiles slightly. "It may and it mightent. That
really depends on several things. Oh hey there, love!" He breaks out in a
beam as he sees Harriet.

Here and there on Brynn's shirt, spots of moisture seems to appear, and,
before long, spread. "Bad time, then," the student states, being asocial
and -very- unspiffy.

Harriet shifts from foot to foot, again, although she does smile at Zach.
"Not...the best time, maybe," she says, uncomfortably. "I think we were
about to go somewhere, you know? I'm not sure where, though..."

Zach eyes Brynn and Brynn's shirt. "I need to talk to you /now/, /sister/.
And I'm not comfortable saying what I have to say out here in the hall,"
he states calmly and firmly. "Please, let's step inside." This guy clearly
isn't going anywhere, and that way he pronounced 'sister'... One might
think it ought to have had capital 'S' for some reason.

You paged Brynn with 'I need to resonate you soonish, if that's okay with
you? You may do the same if you want. :)'.

Brynn pages: Sure?

You paged Brynn with 'I'll let you pose first. :)'.

<OOC> Brynn blinks. Oops.

<OOC> Zach ?

<OOC> Harriet hrms?

Brynn is also very pale. That should have been mentioned earlier. It
really should. She's 'geeky goth' pale. "Patience is a virtue, you know.
Anyway, now is not a good time," the student repeats, still looking up at
the tall man without the red leather pants.

You say, "/I/ am a virtue, and patience was never one of my strong sides.
I'm not going to stop buggin' you, so you might as well let me in."

Harriet bites her lip, then tells Zach, "I think she's kinda right, you
know? The timing is...awkward. Unless you come bearing water," she adds
hopefully. Her carefully cultivated expression of calm is beginning to
fray at the edges, revealing Harriet in Full Mothering Mode underneath.

AutoJudge:  Zach rolls: 2 + 1 = 3 . Check die: 3

You paged Brynn with 'Level 4 virtues, please. (I assume we are within 1
yard of each other.)'.

Brynn pages: My book is somewhere obscure. What do you need to know?

You paged Brynn with 'Ok. Most and least noble act last week, 3 most and
least noble acts last year.'.

Zach nods calmly Harrietways, but regards Brynn calmly and steadily.
Althoug some friendly concern is starting to show.

Brynn pages: Killed an innocent human, and... well, I can't think of
anything. Last year, she saved a human from becoming a smear on the road,
saved a woman from a few criminals, and...

You paged Brynn with 'Which of these are noble and which are ignoble?'.

From afar, Harriet . o O (Support Zach, whom I adore? Or Brynn, who so
obviously /needs/ some? Help, help, help...)

You paged Brynn with '..within Brynn's Code.'.

Brynn pages: The former is ignoble, the two latter are noble. Furthermore,
she killed a child abuser. On the flip side, she's been overdoing it in
the luxuries department, spoken ill of allies, and, on one occasion, hit a
guy in anger.

You paged Brynn with 'Ok, thanks! :)'.

Brynn continues to look up at Zach. "Right. I'm a PMSual bitch, and in a
bad mood. Now, I have things to do." Oh, and those spots on her shirt
continues to grow. Like... kittens on steroids.

Harriet looks back and forth between them. Finally, she sighs. "You two
are not acting very mature. Either of you." She frowns at them both.
"Brynn, you're being provoking. Zach, you're being unreasonably stubborn.
And I'd /like/ to get Brynn sitting down before she falls over, /if/
that's alright with you two?" She crosses her arms over her chest and just
glares, the last bit of her calm falling away.

Zach sighs and now look even more worried. "I'm here to help you out
however I can, sister. It's kinda my job. For instance, I'm quite good at
bearing water if water needs to be born. That came out wrong, but you get
my drift. Now Brynn, I'm not going to walk away and leave Harriet alone
with you as I have a duty to protect her. I don't trust you yet. Now can
we get inside and close the fucking door or are we going to act out all
the cool and interesting bits right here in the hall?" Zach is obviously
not going to dick around anymore. Sod all this subtlety business anyway!
In a very low, but intense voice he then introduces himself: "My name in
this world at this time is Zach. I'm a Virtue of Creation currently
working for the Wind. Now can you please do as the very sensible woman
standing behind you says?"

Harriet says indiginantly, "I don't need to be protected from Brynn!" and
frowns deeply at Zach.

Brynn stands there. She looks, all in all, calm but determined. At least
at first glance - those that look closely will notice how her right hand
is clenched into a very tight fist. "Very well. Take your ward and leave."
Her voice is calm. Too calm, really. It's the sort of calm you might
experience just before someone has a temper tantrum, or what have you.

Harriet glares at Brynn. "Oh, no. Not again. There's a difference between
self-reliance and bloody-minded stubbornness, you know?" She crosses her
arms over her chest, and lets the glare widen to take in both of them.
"This is, quite possibly, the worst conjunction of timing and
circumstances we could have, but it's all we've got." Her eyes flicker at
Zach. "It would be easier if you left for a little while. If you /really/
want to help, I think we could use some privacy to do what needs to be
done."


Zach shakes his head. "No. I'm not turning my back on you sister, that I
simply /cannot/ do." He has passed from worried to Worried(tm). "You look
like you're about to keel over, so why don't you sit down and boss us
around from there?" He nods toward a chair. Then Harriet's words gets
processed and he nods very reluctantly. "I could do that...."

"Because I have things to do," Brynn says firmly. She turns around,
marches over to her bed, grabs her jacket, which was lying on it, and
heads back towards the door, while she puts it on.

Harriet sighs, and looks at Brynn sadly. "That pronoun rather has me
worried, Brynn," she says, simply, and looks prepared to trail after the
student, wherever she's going.

Zach nods in agreement with The Voice Of Reason. "Seconded. I'm sorry
Brynn, but as you by now well know, Harriet is very protective and caring
about those around her. I am just as bad. If being ignored and left to
your own accord is what you're after, you're outta luck sis." He smiles
softly to Brynn, eyes radiating , well I guess you could call it brotherly
or big-brotherly, love.

<OOC> Brynn says, "Is he still standing in the doorway?"

<OOC> Zach says, "Yes, he's standing just outside in front of the door.
Hasn't moved."

<OOC> Harriet feels bad things coming...

Brynn will simply try to walk past Zach, and towards...

Her destiny.

Actually, she will walk down the hallway, barring hindrances of some sort.
She looks as calm as a nuclear warhead (peaceful, that is, but don't mess
with it too much).

Zach shifts a little so that Brynn can get past him, but not without
coming in slight physical contact with him. (I.e. brushing up against him
as she passes.) He'll follow, just like Harriet.

You paged Brynn with 'The moisture on her tshirt - does is resemble
blood?'.

Harriet does, indeed, follow. She eyes Zach, then Brynn, sighs, and tries
to regain the hardwon sense of calm that people seem to shred so easily.
Hopefully, she asks, "So. Where are we going? I have my car, you know?"

Brynn pages: Pretty much, yes.

<OOC> Harriet says, "Look! It's a worry train!"

<OOC> Zach chuckles. :)

Harriet pages: Good god. We're a really messed up pair of Firemen!

Brynn will totally brush against Zach, even if he isn't wearing his red
leather pants at the time being. It's a bit of a shame, though. She says
absolutely nothing, because that would be too social and nice, and she
can't have that, oh no. Anyway, she steps outside, and heads down the
hallway.


You open the door and walk through the doorway. Left Hallway -- John
Russell Hall -- UMKC Campus

     This seems like a fairly clean corridor, showing no signs of it being
that special. There is a turn in it about half-way along its length where
the door to the communal bathroom is, but otherwise the only unusual thing
along here is that the doors are numbered starting with room double zero.

Zach shrugs and glances worriedly at Harriet. He reaches out and strokes
her back as they trail after the red-haired valkyrie.

Harriet's lips quirk in a bit of a smile at Zach, but her eyes remain on
Brynn as she tags along behind her with the grim determination of a little
sibling who doesn't want to get Left Out.

Brynn isn't much of a warrior-waitress, really, and she hardly ever drags
dead guys around while singing at the top of her lungs and wearing a
horned helmet. Besides, she's too slim. She continues to stride down the
hallway, however, looking straight ahead. Of course, she's also looking
for a group of fellow students to provide cover.

Zach slips an arm around Harriet's shoulders and ambles along after Brynn.
He ambles deceptivly fast, though. They might even catch up with Brynn to
form her personal posse in fact.

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 is wearing 'lounge around' clothes--the kind that you only wear
when you intend to stay inside all day. In this case, it's an old
University of North Carolina sweatshirt, about two sizes two big, and grey
sweatpants. She's wearing dark blue, fuzzy slippers to keep her toes warm,
and the whole outfit is covered in plaster dust. Her face and hair are
smudged with the same. Harriet is also wearing a large, thick denim
jacket, which has been patched, whether it needed it or not, with numerous
squares of rainbow and tye-dyed cloth.

You paged Harriet with 'You're wearing slippers? :)'.

From afar, Harriet isn't wearing the slippers. SHe's wearing sneakers. I
got lazy.

Harriet is ambled along, then, although since she's short, she doesn't
looks at all relaxed about it. She takes the opportunity to mutter
something to Zach, though.

Harriet whispers "It called me last night. On the phone. We have to talk
about that, at some point, you know?"

Alas, no. Brynn, hearing their steps become more frequent, increases her
pace, as well. A few seconds later, she places a hand on her left side,
and presses fairly hard, from the looks of it. She continues, however.

Harriet senses "Zach frowns as he hears the disturbing news and reflexivly
pulls Harriet closer to him, protectivly and comfortingly. He nods. "We
must. But this situation first. She's bleeding pretty badly and is as
pig-headed and proud as Michael himself.""

You sense Harriet nots and slips an arm around Zach's waist and gives him
a comforting squeeze, even as she tries to keep up with the increased
pace. Harriets were never built for running. "I agree. I do wonder if it'd
be better if you left, but I'm kinda expecting her to collapse at any
moment, and I can't carry her alone, you know? We were going to my house
for the first aid supplies." She sighs.

Brynn heads off back to the entrance hall.

You re-enter the entrance hall.

John Russell Hall -- UMKC Campus

     While the inside of this building may not be exactly run down or
dirty, there are still some definite signs of wear around the place. The
gray walls contrast with the dark red linoleum which covers the floor, the
dull colors of both concealing any minor signs of deterioration.
     By the side of the entrance is a notice board covered with messages,
none of which look to have been posted within the last year or so. Ahead
and to the right is a door marked 'Office', but seems to be locked.
     There are a rabbit's warren of exits leading off from here, corridors
branching to the left and right. Ahead there is a door in the left wall
which is wedged open, showing a stairwell. Past that is another open door
leading into a third corridor.

Brynn marches along. Thankfully, it won't be too long before she's out of
this eerie building. A little cool, fresh air will make everything better.
Fresh air is the bee's knees.

Zach exhales and it sounds like a mix between a sigh and a very short
laugh. Or maybe it's just exasperation. He hurries so that he and Harriet
can catch up with Brynn and this six-kneed entity called fresh air. He
mutters softly to Harriet. "I might be able to fix her up, if need be." He
pauses and frowns slightly. "I hope..."

You sense Harriet hurries along, starting to wish for stilts. She looks
over at Zach, and frowns again, just a touch. "I don't think she wants to
be fixed up. I'm pretty sure she did this to herself, you know? Which is
no reason not to try, of course."

Gasp! Will Zach and Harriet stand between Brynn and the Apoidea's carpal
joints? Never! She strides onwards! Verily will the air be hers!


You wander out of John Russel Hall.

UMKC -- Main Campus
	A large, modern, midwestern University, with much in the way of
academic and cultural resources. The occasional grassy expanse of lawn
stretches between academic and administrative buildings, ranging from the
impressive Linda Hall Library, which is open to the public, to the schools
of Law, Business, and Education, to the double-handful of classroom and
dormitory buildings.
	By its very nature, the campus is often quiet, but never
completely deserted. Even in the most odd hours, there is usually someone
visible or audible nearby. Students and professors and university
employees of all types mill about during the usual hours, during which
time this area is a sea of humanity.

Bees' knees or cat's miaow, fresh air happens to those braving the
outside. Zach nods to Harriet. "Well just have to see what happens, hon."
They catch up with Brynn, sorta. Enough for him to not have to call out to
be heard, at least. "Brynn, could you slow down just a little bit,
please?"

Harriet nods back, having gotten used to having to do this. As they get
closer, she says, helpfully, "My car's over that way," and points. Thus is
the life of the eternal optimist.

No! It's quite simply out of the question! Then again... maybe it wouldn't
hurt to slow down, or even rest a little. Brynn pauses, and slowly sits
down, leaning against the building's wall. So, she more or less did as
request... but she did it in protest!

<OOC> Brynn says, "Requested."

<OOC> Brynn kin spel.

<OOC> Zach says, "How's Brynn's Player's hands btw? Healed? <:)"

<OOC> Harriet grins. "Huked on Foniks wurks fer us."

<OOC> Zach nikker og er enig. "Rettskriving er overvurdert!"

<OOC> Brynn says, "Sore, but I'll live. :)"

<OOC> Brynn hides behind Harriet. Evil voodoo language!

<OOC> Zach hands Brynn some healing balm! :)

<OOC> Brynn applies it to her manual manipulators.

<OOC> Harriet blinks at Zach and just has no clue.

Zach breathes out in a slight relief. One must be greatful for even the
smallest blessings. Especially when one has short, winded Harriets to
consider. He follows Brynn over to the wall, and decides to help
supporting it by leaning on it. His arm is still lovingly wrapped around
Harriet's shoulders. Softly he asks Brynn a dumbass question, "Hey Bee,
are you okay?"

<OOC> Zach grins and translates: "Zach nods and agrees. "Correct spelling
is overrated!"

Harriet also breathes out, but it's more since she's winded, than in
relief. The battle has not yet begun, after all. With a fond look at Zach,
she disentangles herself from his arm, and squats down beside Brynn.
"Hey," she says, rather inadequately. She smiles gently at the student,
however.

<OOC> Harriet ohs. :)

There's a mild amount of perspiration on Brynn's forehead, but it doesn't
prevent her from looking displeased. If anything, it helps. She's still
pressing her right palm hard against her left side, for one reason or the
other. "I have things to do," she repeats, calmly.

Zach regards the two women fondly. He feels compelled to point out
something to the tallest of them though, "If those things involve bleeding
to death, I'd say that's a waste of a perfectly good body." His voice is
soft and quiet, so that only the two females can hear him. "Please Brynn,
we're trying to help you here."

Harriet smiles at Brynn. "You can do those things even better after I
apply some antiseptic, bandages, and possibly give you a shot of whiskey,
you know?" She spreads her hands, and rocks on her heels a little. "Look,
nobody's asking you to bear your soul or anything. But it'd be nice if you
didn't die on us. It would be very upsetting."

Brynn doesn't return their smiles. And they tempt her with alcohol?!
That's sinful! Even though certain saints claimed people should drink it
instead of water. And even though Jesus was pretty keen on turning water
into fermented grape juice. "I don't have time for it," she claims,
because common sense is for the weak. WEAK!

Zach sighs. "You lot are always on some mission or other, and that's all
well and good and as it should be. But you ain't fit for much more'n a
hospital bed right now, Bee. I can heal you, but we should go somewhere
private for that." He glances around the area to make sure that no one
else hears this.

Harriet decides that Zach probably knows more about this stuff than she
does, and thus she just stays in her position, worries at Brynn...and
tries very hard not to flinch whenever one of the many people scattered
around gets 'too close' to her unprotected back.

"I don't have time for it, and I can't show up in a better condition than
I am in now," Brynn decrees, because, you know, she knows better than
either of them. Really. No, really. Or maybe it's just stubborness. She
raises her left hand, and runs the back of it swiftly across her forehead,
then lowers it again. "Anyway, I've had worse."

"Yeah, we've all had worse. That ain't the point though. Are you under
orders to bleed? And if you need to be somewhere, you'll get there quicker
if you let Harriet drive you there." Zach still speaks quietly, almost
whispering.

Harriet nods, looking hopeful. "He's right, you know? I'll drive you
wherever you need to go, Brynn. Although I do rather wish you'd let me
bandage you up, first...that's my own odd little quirk about watching
friends bleed through their clothes," she says dryly, "and can be safely
ignored."

"If I'm healed," Brynn begins, looking up at the two, "it will know." She
continues to sit there, because there's nothing wrong with conserving a
little energy.

Zach quirks an eyebrow. "It?" Now that's not a good pronoun to encounter
in a sentence lik that. "What kind of 'it'?"

Harriet has no clue, but does twitch a bit at the pronoun. Since Zach
asked the question she was wondering about, she just turns her attention
to making sure no one she doesn't know invades her personal space. And
listening to Brynn, of course.

"Useful, flexible pronoun," Brynn explains in a serious voice.

You say, "I'm fine with the pronoun itself, it's the implied sentinence
I'm wary of. What kind of 'it' is it that'll know about your health?"

Harriet gives up, turns the interrogation entirely over to Zach, and moves
to sit with her back to the wall, so that she can actually /watch/ all
those supposedly innocent people wandering around out there.

"I will tell you later," Brynn promises, and leans back a little, so her
head rests against the cold bricks or whatever the building is composed
of.


Zach sighs softly. "We are your friends you know, Bee. Only friends are
this pushy.."

Harriet nods firmly. "And if there's anything that we can do, Brynn, you
know you only have to ask." She sighs. "You don't really have to go it all
alone."

"Right. I think I'll go back inside and lie down," Brynn announces not
hostilely. She places her left hand on the obscenely cold ground, and uses
it to assist her as she rises to her feet. It takes a while.

Zach heroically resists the instinct to help Brynn get up. There is that
balance between pushy enough to get at least partly through and so pushy
you step all over other people's pride. But it feels damn unchivalrous
none the less. Ladies should be pampered and spoilt at every oportunity
dangit!

Harriet rises and hovers worryingly. "Would you like me to go up with you?
I could fetch the first aid kit from my car, you know?"

Hmph! It's chauvenistic to treat women like women! Brynn shakes her head.
Because she has short hair, it doesn't do anything cute. "No, I'm fine."

Zach mutters to himself something about being damn happy he ain't one of
those flying snakes with feathery wings at this point. "C'mon sis, we'll
follow you inside. Then you can lie down and bloody well boss us around
like I suggested earlier. Or not."

Harriet looks between one and other of them nervously. "We'd be quiet and
stuff," she says, and smiles at Brynn. "Like little Christmas mice, you
know?"

<OOC> Zach says, "A seraph would get /such/ a headache from listening to
Brynn! :) :)"

<OOC> Harriet nods. :)

Brynn crinkles her nose in dismay. Harriet's promise seems to get her
attention, however; she turns her head, and looks at her thoughtfully,
seeming to consider it. Then, she inquires in a thoughtful voice, "Are
they quieter than the regular kind?"

<OOC> Brynn says, "They deserve it. Arrogant little things."

Zach eagerly awaits Harriet's answer. (As there are no Jordians around to
verify this, that he knows of..:)

Harriet nods cheerfully. "Absolutely. Except that when they've been in the
eggnog, they snore, you know?" She beams at Brynn. "So. What do you say?"

"Why are they more quiet on Christmas?" Brynn asks, furrowing her brow
skeptically.

Zach gently starts to nudge the two women toward the entrance. They can
figger out the mouse stuff on their way there.

Harriet blinks. "Um. Because if they're not, then the mouse version of
Santa Claus might not give them presents? I'm not exactly sure, you know?"
She chuckles. "I'm just sure that they /are/ quieter."

From afar, Harriet would /really/ like to talk to Zach about the Shedite
stuff before you go to bed. :)

You paged Harriet with 'It's 3:20 AM here and I'm about to drop. How long
would it take, y'think?'.

Harriet pages: For the basics, not long at all. He can fret about them
while you sleep. :)

Brynn just stares at Harriet, then, slowly, nods the nod of someone who
has the feeling her world will shatter if she doesn't just let it go.
Well, sorta. It's a bit like that, anyway. She turns around, and heads
back to towards the door. But she does it in protest.

Zach happily sneaks an arm around Harriet again and follow Brynn inside.

As Brynn turns to go back in, Harriet stops and tugs on Zach's sleeves,
until he bends down to listen to her. Unable to hold back any longer, she
whispers a couple of things to him, her voice grave.

Zach stops to listen to Harriet.

Harriet whispers "Okay, look. I need you to know this. I've been possessed
at least once, back when I was dating Lucian. It /says/ it didn't do
anything. But Roger...Roger's been possessed at least a couple of times,
and it /really/ hates him. I'm reasonably safe until I sign on
'officially', according to it. Just thought you should know."

Brynn vanishes into the darkness! Or at least heads inside. Yep.

Harriet pages: There's the Cliff's Notes version. :)

Zach frowns deeply at this bit of info. "Shit. I'll have to look into that
very soon."

<OOC> Zach will follow the ladies inside, make sure that things are calm
and 'nice', then get called away to some automobile emergency accident
thingie. Player has a Need/6 for sleep to feed now.

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

Harriet nods. "I think so, too, you know?" She looks up at him, her green
eyes dark with concern. "It seemed important, and there's more, but that
really needs to wait until we have time, you know?" She gives him a hug.

<OOC> Brynn waves. "It was fun. Goodnight." :)

Zach hugs her back.

<OOC> Zach wavies and goes *poofie* :)