Logfile from Brass&Steel.


It was a nice day in KC, but now there are black clouds sweeping to cover
the sky and there are rumbles on the horizon. A tall guy with a guitar
looks up from his playing and frowns a bit. Not that he minds thunder and
lightning, but his guitar might object.

Wandering along with her hands shoved in her pockets, and a sketchbook
held between her arm and her side, Harriet hardly even seems to notice
the onrushing turbulence. Perhaps it matches her mood...her steps are
listless and her attention rests on the ground as she starts to wander
past where a certain tall guy with the guitar is sitting.

Zach hasn't stopped playing, and picks out a slow, dramatic melody that
fits well with the coming storm. As the little artist pass along the
path, he calls out to her. "Harriet! What's up?"

Harriet jumps, startled. She blinks at Zach a couple of times, then
smiles slowly, heading in his direction. "The sky," she says, and looks
up, noticing the stormclouds for the first time. "Although that state of
affairs may not maintain for much longer, you know?" A yawn ambushes her;
covering her mouth hastily with one hand, she murmurs, "What about you,
Zach? How're you doing?"

You say, "I'm fine, babe. You, on the other hand, look somewhat less than
perky. Wanna come over to my place for a massage and a talk? Or do you
wanna stay outside and enjoy the storm?"

Yes, he does sound serious.

Harriet smiles, and flops down next to Zach. "I like outside, you know?
It's all...outsidish. And I can hear you playing your guitar, which is
equally nice." She snuggles up next to him. "Storms are nice, too."

Zach holds the guitar to the side to be able to hug and cuddle the
Harriet a little, before continuing to play. "You can put your sketchbook
in my guitar case, that way it'll keep dry..." He leans down and kisses
her. "So what's on your mind, my love?"

Harriet mmms at the kiss, and returns it with slightly sleepy enthusiasm.
As he starts to play again, she sets her sketchbook in his guitar case,
then rests her cheek against his back. "Mmm. I just blew all my Essence
fending off Polly and Cris a few days ago, you know? Still haven't quite
recovered...especially since I've been paying Cosmo to teach me that
Song. 's been giving me bad dreams." She shivers a little.

Zach stiffens slightly at the mention of nastybad demons playing silly
buggers with his beloved. "Damn critters... You can have a few Essence
from me, hon. Should make you feel better. Say, do you know if the Boss
gave you his rites?"

Harriet thinks about it, then shakes her head. Or, rather, rubs her cheek
across his back as if she were shaking her head. "I don't think so, you
know? At least, nothing was mentioned to me about it."

Zach plays on and makes beautiful music out in the ever darkening day.
"Put your hands under my shirt, and I'll send some essence your way,
darling."

Harriet chuckles huskily at his back. "Well, that's one invitation you
never have to issue twice, even without the Essence, you know?" She
kisses his shoulder, then slips her hands under his shirt, sliding them
around to caress his stomach.

Zach chuckles warmly, the laughter resounding merrily in his chest. "I
can definitely live with that, sweetling. Here it comes..." Quietly he
lets 3 warm, cozy notes of essence slip over to Harriet.

Harriet shivers again as the Essence seeps into her soul, this time a
good shiver. "Thank you, beloved. I feel much better," she says, and hugs
him tightly, rising up a little to plant another kiss on the back of his
neck.

Zach hmms contendely. "No problem, love. My essence is your essence, you
know." He plays on, the melody changing to become more upbeat, but
there's still an undertow that suggests the possibility of storms. "So,
what was Cris and this Polly up to? And when?"

"A few nights ago," Harriet supplies. "And I'm not /exactly/ sure what
they were doing, you know? Lots of stuff, I think. Cosmo and Sean got
into an argument for no reason, and then Cosmo said that for a moment, he
thought that I'd sold you guys out, and he was going to..." she
hesitates, "he spent a lot of Essence throwing it off, I think. Then one
of them threw something mystic-like at me, and Cris Lied." She sighs. "It
was no fun."

Zach's music grows more menacing, in tune with his thought on the matter
and the weather. Now the growling and rumbling of thunder is close, and
the first blink of lightning flashes across the sky. "Oh, that quarrel
sounds like a Factions trick all right. Ew. Did Cosmo Smite them?"

Harriet shakes her head. "It was on the street, and Ellen and Warren were
around, you know? And we were out of Essence," she says, and hugs him
tighter. "We went back up to my apartment to think about things. Cosmo
says that he thinks Polly serves Factions, as well. And she's a, um,
Calabite. Another one." She tilts her head back to watch the storm roll
in, the lenses of her glasses reflecting the occassional flash of
lightning.

Zach nods and leans into Harriet's embrace, managing to cuddle with his
back. "As far as I know, those are a particularly nasty breed of Calabim.
They can use their natural nack for destruction to destroy relationships
between people."

"Oh," Harriet says, glumly. "That might explain the fights and the
arguments, then." She shifts her seat around to a slightly more
comfortable position, then moves her hands up to Zach's temples, starting
a light massage. "She's not a very nice person, you know?"

You say, "No shit," Zach mutters. "I have yet to meet a 'nice' Calabite.
They are thoroughly nasty and overall very violent. As for the fights,
well that's what Factions do.""

Harriet continues to massage, and nods. "This meets with my observations
thus far, you know?" She frowns, and her hands still for a moment as a
sudden thought or memory pushes its way forward. "...do they look like
Demons? I mean, like the classical version? Red skin, bat wings, horns,
goat legs?" She rather sounds like she hopes he says 'No'.

You say, "Yeah, they do. Well, actually - I dunno about the goat legs.
None of the ones I've been up against had those. But they don't all look
the exact same."

Harriet huddles. "Oh." She swallows nervously, and her hands stop their
massage to slip around his neck and hug him tight as the thunder booms.
The sky lights up in a big flash of bright, btight light. After two
seconds of dead silence, a huge, cracking thunder booms and rolls across
the sky. The storm has arrived. Zach stops playing and puts a hand and
arm over Harriet's arms, and leans into her. Then he slips the guitar
back in its case, closes it and turns to hug her properly.

Harriet is not at all adverse to being hugged properly, as she all but
climbs into his lap to return the embrace. A few goosebumps rise up on
her skin as the storm wind blows around them, heavy with the scent of
rain. She cranes her head to peer at the trees. "I love the way green
leaves look against stormclouds, you know? They look so incredibly
alive."

Zach lifts her up into his lap with no more ado and wraps his arms around
her as completely and tightly as he can, without squeezing her breath out
of her. Smilingly he answers, "Yeah, they do. And they are - rain is a
good thing." He breathes deeply. "I love a good storm, it's refreshing
and magical about it." He kisses her cheek as the next roar of thunder
wash over them.

Harriet is enwrapped! And, all things considered, looks fairly happy with
the situation. She rests the back of her head on his chest, and watches
the boiling clouds, her hands tracing patterns along his arms. "I agree.
It's beautiful, and it moves, you know? As long as you're not getting
struck by lightning, of course...I imagine that's less fun," she says,
with a quick grin. Then she cuddles his arms. "I love you, Zach."

Zach chuckles softly. "I love you too, Harriet Davis. As long as you're
not struck by Lightning himself, it's usually ok. At least for us
celestials." He sniffs the air and looks up. "I think we're about to get
very, very wet..."

Harriet giggles. "Somehow, I think that getting hit by even a little-l
lightning bolt is liable to hurt some, you know? So try to avoid it,
hmmm?" She reaches around and pokes him gently in the side. "Getting wet
is good. Maybe we could mud wrestle..."

Zach laughs merrily, facing up. "You would just cheat and tickle me,
baby."

Another deafening crash of thunder explodes above them, and then the
Flood breaks loose. Pint-sized raindrops hurtle toward ground.

Harriet pretends to pout. "That's not /cheating/, you know? It's
efficient use of resources." As the rain starts to pound down out of the
sky, she tilts her head back and laughs, letting it splash against her
face.

Zach puts a hand on Harriet's cheek and gently turns her face towards
his, then proceeds to make out. Wetly."

Harriet has no objections to that at all, kissing Zach back with
interest. Her hands slip up to his shoulders, and try to push him down
onto the increasingly wet grass, a mischevious grin on her face. She
takes her glasses off, and tosses them on top of Zach's guitar case. Then
she goes back to kissing him, because that was fun.

His grilfriend tries to push him off the bench? What gives?! Zach mumbles
a half-hearted protest, then lets the lady have her way and manages to
get them both down on the grass. It's not any less wet there, and they
are now both thoroughly soaked.

Clearly, Harriet thinks that he's tough, and will survive. She giggles at
his protest and kisses him again to make amends. "It's nicer down here,"
she whispers to him, with a grin. "The grass tickles, you know?"

Zach gets this very naughty, speculative look in his eyes, as he turns
his head to consider some bushes. "Hmmmyes it is, isn't it." He grins.

Harriet nods, and follows his gaze. Her own eyes widen, and she blushes
as she looks back at him. "Zach!" She starts to chuckle, "you /can't/ be
seriously thinking...I mean, what if..." her blush deepens, and she
nibbles her lower lip as she looks at him, the taste of the rainwater
slightly bitter on her skin.

Zach snogs her neck and looks even more mischevious, as one of his hands
starts to sneak around on it own. On Harriet. "Well - it's not like
there's anyone left in the park now, so..."

Harriet squirms as Zach's hand goes exploring, and giggles madly. "I have
never in my /life/ done such a thing, Mr. Ellis," she sputters, all prim
and outraged, except for the sparkle in her eyes. "It...it...it actually
sounds rather intriguing, you know?" She squirms against him again, this
time with intent, and looks up at him with green eyes that visibly
darkening with not-so-innocent thoughts. "Shall we be...naughty,
beloved?" she purrs.

Zach is, strange as it might seem, not adverse to this suggestion, and
starts rolling them toward the bushes and inbetween, while smooching,
fondling and giggling. Once kind of in between the bushes, he proceeds to
get extremely virtous as only a servitor of Creation can...

A good time is, of course, had, and when the two finally wind down,
they're soaking wet, and have bits of mud, grass, and leaves plastered to
clothing and skin. Harriet cuddles Zach beneath the scant cover of the
bushes, running her fingers through his hair, her breath coming in
shallow pants. "We're insane," she whispers to him with a wide grin.
"Completely mad, you know?"

Zach pushes himself up to rest on his elbows and forearms. He smiles from
ear to ear as he kisses her gently on her nose. "Harriet, madness is an
important part of being. We're /alive/, my love!" His eyes sparkle and
shine at her. "Do you want to come inside now? It's going to get cold for
you soon, as you're absolutely soaking..."

Harriet laughs, scrunching her nose at the kiss. Since he's so
convieniently placed, she can't resist getting a quick tummy-tickle in.
"Mmm, you're probably right, you know? Besides, if we stay out here much
longer, we're liable to be arrested just on general principles, yes?" She
giggles again, and starts wiggling back into her clothes, apparently
heedless of the damage their sporting has done to her poor, silk blouse.

Zach squirms as he is tickled and rolls off of her, just like she
probably intended. Then he starts on the delicate task of getting back
into a pair of wet and bedraggeled jeans. Slightly tightfitting wet,
bedraggeled jeans. Muffled curses are heard amidst the giggles.

Harriet snickers with a remarkable lack of sympathy as she watches him
struggle back into his jeans. Clearly enjoying the show, as she buttons
up her blouse, and feels around for her own, thankfully looser, pair of
pants. "Having trouble, love?" Harriet asks, innocently.

Zach mutters darkly as he manfully struggles with his pants. Sometimes
good times come with a price... He chuckles at her then, and grins. "Nah,
I can deal." Getting up, a bit clumsily it should be noted, he is in a
beter position to discipline his pants and twist them into shape. But
comfy he ain't. "Want a hand up, hon?" He reaches out to her.

Harriet takes Zach's hand, still grinning as she rises. She quickly
squirms into her own pants, and tries to get her clothes into some
semblance of order. After a couple of minutes, she gives it up as a
hopeless cause. She peers at Zach. "You're /cute/ when you're disheveled,
did you know that?"

Zach laughs and bends forward to snog her, disheveledly. *smooch* "Well
thank you, Harriet. I'm glad you think so, since my current state of
appearance is much thanks to you. You look adorable too. I wish I could
sketch or that I at least had a camera here to get a picture or two..."
His voice grows soft and loving, as he strokes her cheek - getting more
dirt on it.

Harriet leans into the touch, entirely heedless of the dirt, as she says,
"I love you dearly, but there's no way you're taking a picture of me
looking ever-so-obviously loved, in the rain, in the middle of Huron
Park!" She laughs and head butts his chest, gently. "But /out/ of the
park, maybe..."

Zach auwws smilingly. "But it would be such a great image. And it didn't
have to be recognizable as this park, you know. But come on, lets get
back to my place. There's a nice, hot shower waiting for us there."

Harriet does a little, squishy dance as she extracts herself from the
bushes. She doesn't bother putting on her shoes and socks, instead
carrying them in one hand, and letting the water squish through her toes.
"Mmmm...hot water! Sounds good to me, you know?"

Zach laughs and takes her hand to drag her along, beaming boyishly at her
and the world in general. He stops to pick up the guitar case, which
isn't sloshing as much as he feared. "So was that your first time making
love in the outdoors, or was it first time in the outdoors close to other
people?" he asks as they head sloshingly out of the park. The clouds are
much lighter now, blackness gone.

Harriet is dragged, skipping through the grass. "Yes, to both," she says,
her voice dry. It's just about the only thing about her that /is/ dry at
the moment. She laughs, "The closest I've come to either of those things
is making love in a classroom, you know?" She casts a quick glance at the
sky as they hurry along.

Goldie enters the park.

Goldie has arrived.

<OOC> Goldie waves...

<OOC> Harriet waves!

Zach chortles. "Well that works too. But there's something special about
the outdoors. Or more specifically the /green/ outdoors. Concrete is less
fun."

<OOC> Zach huggles a Goldie! :)

"Concrete?" Harriet winces. "Scratches in bad places, you know?" She and
Zach are hustling through the park, through the rain. They look
/thoroughly/ disheveled, soaking wet, with dirt and leaves plastered to
odd places on their skin and clothing. Rather like they've been rolling
around in the grass. Or something. Harriet has her shoes in one hand, and
Zach is carrying his guitar case . Rather slowly, a slight figure wrapped
up in a large and baggy fleece wanders about the park, having just
recently entered it. The mop of distinctive air reveals Goldie's identity
to toe who know her, but the odd look on her face and the bag of cookies
in her hands are not quite what those favored few would expect to see.

Goldie pages: How would you like to invite Janus to a dinner with a group
of PCs? ^_^

"Not to mention the potencial for bruising if you get too
enthusiastic..." Zach tells Harriet. The two soaked ones also look
remarkably fresh-faced under the dirt splattered on their faces. Glowing,
more like. He peeks around. "Hey! Ain't that Goldie?"

You paged Goldie with 'Woooow! :) Now /that/ would be....interesting.
:D'.

From afar, Goldie has this plan, you see... "It involves 'freaking the
mundanes' which has to be something he would like anyway."

Harriet winces again. "Owie. Let's not do that, you know?" she says,
firmly, then looks around at his exclamation. She blinks, then waves her
shoes towards the mop of Goldie-hair. Water splatters merrily. "Looks
like it. Hey, Goldie!" She raises her voice to try and get the girl's
attention.

Goldie doesn't respond for a moment, away with her own thoughts a she
often seems to be, but glances over at the call of her name after a few
seconds. Upon seeing Harriet she smiles and heads over, the expression
graduating into something between a grin and a smirk as she sees Zach and
the state of the pair.

Zach beams at Goldie. "Hey there, young damsel! How ya doin'?" He has an
arm around Harriet's waist.

Long distance to Goldie: Zach is looking forward to hear this. :)

Harriet blushes deeply at Goldie's expression as she heads over. No,
she's really never going to live this down... "Hi, Goldie. How're you
doing today, you know?"

Goldie lets the look on her face blossom into a fully fledged smirk,
eyeing the grass stains on Harriet's jean then remarking oh-so casually,
"I coulda -sworn- there was a phrase along the lines of 'give a girl a
green -dress-'..."

Zach laughs and hugs Harriet a little. "Hey, be careful G! She might
blush so much that she goes up in smoke. And cute as she is when
blushing, I'd prefer to keep her solid, rather than in gaseous form.
Look, we're on our way back to my place to get a shower and some dry
clothes. Wanna tag along?"

Harriet does rather look like she's going to combust. Or possibly just
melt into a little puddle of embarassment at Zach's feet. She turns to
bury her burning cheeks against his wet T-shirt, and her agreement is
muffled, but at least the nod can be made out.

Goldie raises an eyebrow and asks with a small grin, "Into the shower
with you both? I think that Harriet here might go up in flames if I did
that..."

Zach tries desperatly to not collapse in laughter at Goldie's comment.
"Nonono! Not into the shower. You're neither wet nor smudged with
geography, horticulture and geology. Besides, I fear what you'd do to me
if I even made the /suggestion/ of a suggestion, so I /won't/. Come on
ladies, to the batcave!"

Harriet pulls her face away, to look at Zach. "What /she'd/ do to you,
beloved? You'd better be worried about what /I'd/ do to you," she
mutters, and then turns and sticks her tongue out at Goldie. "And you're
teasing us! That's just not fair, you know?" She lets herself be urged
along to the batcave, gesturing with her shoes for Goldie to come along.

Goldie laughs, commenting in a stage whisper to Zach, "Well, if you are
Batman then Harriet certainly fit the part of Robin. After all, if that
blush extends as far a I think then she will certainly be red..." She
trails off there, letting the other two fill in the rest of the statement
for themselves. Sobering a little she gives a shrug and says, "Sure, I'll
wander along. I need to talk to you about a plot that Harriet and I have
come up with."

Zach winces at Harriet's words and leads them on towards his digs.
Fortunately it's a short walk, so Harriet shouldn't get too cold even if
soaked.

You head out of the park.


Upstairs Flat -- 789 Minnesota -- Downtown -- KCK(#321Rhng)
	You see a tiny flat laid out before you. It's a cosy little place
painted in bright and lively colors; yellow and green being prominent. On
one wall hangs a tie-dye poster of Che Guevarra looking his usual heroic
self. Underneath the poster stands the combined bed and couch. It is far
from new, but covered in a bright red blanket. A small coffee table
stands in fromt of it. In the corner to the left of the couch rests a
guitar case, covered with stickers from all over the world. In the other
corner stands a big toolbox.
	Next to the window stands a small warderobe freshly painted like
a rainbow, and a fridge. To the right of the entrance a door leads into a
closet sized bathroom. Next to the bathroom there's a small nook with a
3' working bench with a sink and cupboards above and below and a cooking
stove. The window has five pots of healthy-looking plantlife residing in
it.

Obvious exits: Front Door <O>

Harriet pages: Thou shalt not proposition teenagers in front of Harriet,
lest she turn your underpants to fireants! ;p

Long distance to Harriet: Zach LAUGHS! Even if they're age 18+ teens? :)

From afar, Harriet grins. Harriet, ICly, figures Goldie to be about
sixteen. And she's Injured, which puts all of her 'protect the kid'
instincts on full alert. Traci finds this endlessly frustrating. ;p

Zach unlocks the door and lets them all inside. "Make yourself comfy,
Goldie. Help yourself to anything you want in the kitchen, if you're
peckish or thirsty. We'll be right back. Harriet, could you start the hot
water running and I'll dig out some dry clothes..?"

"I can do that," Harriet says, with enthusiasm. Now that they're inside,
she allows herself the luxury of a shiver as she peels herself off of
Zach, and heads into the bathroom.

Long distance to Harriet: Zach nods and approves greatly. He has been
inside Goldies nightmares. He Knows. He'd never proposition her. Goldie
would have to proposition /him/ and convince him that she really was ok
with it! :)

Goldie gives a slow nod to Zach, hefting the bag of cookie she holds, "I
think I've got something to nibble on here if need be." Taking a seat,
she watches the other two bustle about while retrieveing one cookie to
nibble on tentatively.

Zach gets some clothes out from his closet and from various drawers.
"There's some fresh milk in the fridge." Then he heads into the bathroom
to get clean and warm and stuff. After all of twenty minutes he returns
to the living room. Clean and in the process of becoming dry, dressed in
a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt. He waits for HArriet to come
out before he aks Goldie about the plot...

Harriet returns shortly after Zach, wearing sweatpants (yay for elastic
bands!) and a T-shirt, both considerably too large for her. She goes over
to hug Zach, and grins mischeviously at Goldie from behind his back.

From afar, Harriet patpats. Like a good, Honorable King! :)

Goldie keep her face remarkably still as she takes a lightly larger bite
of cookie, catching crumbs on her free hand while the bag rests in her
lap. Giving a small sigh, she quickly takes a second bite while smiling
once more

Zach snugs Harriet. "Do you want a blancket to cuddle up in? And
something to eat and or drink?" He smiles to her, then looks over at
Goldie still smiling. "So how've you been, G? You doing okay?"

Goldie 's gaze flick to Harriet, trying to send some sort of message
before she answers the question evenly, "Oh, fairly well... I did have an
idea that might be a bit interesting for you, it being part of Harriet's
revenge on me for what I had her dress up in."

Harriet shakes her head at Zach. "I'm feeling just fine, you know?" she
replies with a quick cuddle, then moves over to flop down on the couch,
while watching Goldie with fond concern, awaiting the girl's answer.

Harriet snickers at that. "Revenge? Naaaaah. Just a repayment of, um,
life's little excitements, you know?" She winks.

Zach turns around. "About that - did anyone take pictures and can I see
them? It's incredibly unfair that I haven't seen this sight." He grins.
"So what's the big plan?"

Long distance to Goldie: Zach resonates?

Goldie pages: Of course. Though you may want to move a little closer to
help the CD...

Harriet pages: You did see The Outfit. Remember, when we were arguing
with Traci? :)

Goldie smiles at that then says to Zach, "You mean you want to see
Harriet wearing the full get up? The entire lot? I am -sure- she wouldn't
mind putting it all on for you after her shower..." There was a pause
then she asked, "You don't have any plans for the rest of the day, do
you?

Harriet giggles. "I'd have to go home to fetch it, but I suppose I could
wear it again, you know? If suitably...accompanied." She beams at Zach,
then looks at Goldie and winks again. "I wouldn't want to be the /only/
one wearing such a thing, after all. That wouldn't be fair!"

You paged Harriet with 'I did? I thought I was only told about it. My
mind must be slipping.'.

From afar, Harriet patpats. "S'okay." :)

Goldie hmms, looking contemplative for a moment with the cookie still
alf-eaten in her hand. Hesitating slightly, she asks, "Did... did Traci
leave that outfit I wore at your place when I got changed back? If you
want me to wear that, I could."

Zach peeeeers at the two female conspirators. Why is it that women
always, ALWAYS conspire agianst poor, hapless males given half a chance?
"I have this suspicion that Harriet wants to see /me/ dressed up as Fran
N' Further or something..."

Harriet chuckles at Zach, and taps the tip of her nose with the tip of
her forefinger. "And Mr. Ellis scores on the first guess, you know?" She
takes her glasses off, cleans the lenses on her shirt, and slips them
back on. "Although, Goldie, I think she did leave it with me. I hung it
up in the closet," she remarks, neutrally.

Goldie say to Harriet, "I don't mind putting it on if you want someone
else dreed up just now..." Looking to Zach again she manages a smirk,
"Well, actually that was part of the plot me and Harriet had." She paused
dramatically then asked with a grin, "How would you like to -really-
shake up a few people's worlds?"

Zach blinks at Goldie. Then he ponders her choice of words and lifts a
questioning eyebrow Harrietways. "I do like to stir pots, as it were - I
can't deny that... Do tell, G."

You paged Harriet with 'It's obvious from the look that he wonders what
Harriet has told Goldie. :)'.

Harriet smiles innocently, and spreads her hands. At the deeper meaning
she catches behind his look, she shakes her head slightly and glances
meaningfully at Goldie.

Harriet pages: Translation, "It's /all/ her..."

Goldie seems sure that she has caught Zach's attention with this matter,
not noticing the Harriet/Zach exchange of expressions, "You might know
that I know the town pretty well and I was looking about when a certain
place caught my eye. It was one of those snooty place were you have to
book -way- in advance and they have a dress code... It's just they also
got this small bit saying that they are 'pleased to serve any with a
reservation who meet the following dress code'. I think it's a hold over
from way back, but tey've got it up anyway."

<OOC> Goldie will have to check with Fidelity about such a place actually
existing, but suspects that it isn't -too- unreasonable to find such a
place in town.

Zach listens and his smile widens as Goldie talks. "Oh, but that sounds
like /fun/. So lemme guess - you're wanting to twist the meaning of the
dress code?"

Harriet snickers, and raises her eyes briefly to the sky. "I have a
feeling we're going to not just twist it, but wring it around until it
hollars and calls us Mommy, you know?" She glances at Goldie, the
amusement clear in her eyes. "Like I said before, as long as whatever we
wear doesn't get us arrested, I'm all for the idea."

AutoJudge:  Zach rolls: 4 + 5 = 9 . Check die: 2

Long distance to Goldie: Zach fails the roll as per usual. :)

Goldie smirks rather evily and then informs the already amused pair, "If
I've got it right, the terms baically boil down to 'ladies should wear
dresses or skirts of muted colours' and 'gentlemen should wear shirt and
black tie'... Nothing about lengths, ammounts covered, or other stuff."
She becomes a little more serious and then says, "I don't want to cause
too muc trouble, but I've got this image of a group sitting at a reerved
table in the middle of the place or right wear we'd be seen when people
go in or out and calmly aving a meal while dresed fit to make all the
other customers double take."

Goldie adds a moment later, "Make 'em think and wonder, 'freak the
mundanes' enough that they might think outside of the box when they see
us being their without trouble just dressed... different."

Zach laughs and beams all around. "Now there's an idea I can like! So,
Harriet - are you ready to risk your reputation? To become known as
eccentric?"

Harriet lifts an eyebrow. "Last time I wore my lovely little outfit, I
had a rather enlightening conversation with the curator of the local
branch of the Andron Gallery, you know?" She chuckles. "I'm /already/
known as eccentric. And it sounds like fun. People could use a little
shake up now and then..."

Goldie nods, relaxing slight from a tension which had not been there
prior to the reference to Traci, "It could be fun, but can you think
about anybody else wo might come along having been dreed up? And who
would put on -proper- manners just to make the wierd out factor even
greater? A friend, a college, someone you know vaguely, your boss... I'd
even write out invites if you wanted me to."

Goldie pages: If you want to take that as a cue to have the IC mental
image of Goldie writing an invite for someone named 'Janus' then feel
free... ^_^

Zach chews on his lip and gets this..../look/ on his face. He blinks a
few times, as his face sort of melts into a smile that all mortals should
fear. A lot. "Well, I've got this dude I know. I do the odd spat of work
for him now and then, see. And this is the kind of gig he might like to
stop by, just because. If he's got the time anyway. He travels a lot."

Long distance to Goldie: Zach runs with it! But since Janus isn't a
featured Boss in B&S I'm not setting my hopes up too high. :)

Goldie pages: Thank you anyway, I just thought that, even if he doesn't
turn up, Janus would probably be fairly happy about the idea. And we
-can- hope...

Harriet looks warily at Zach. Very warily. Trying to hold back her
giggles, she says, "Well...I could always try and get Cosmo, you know? We
might be able to get him a little leather, for a good cause. /How/ little
leather, of course, is up to debate..." Her grin is positively wicked.

Goldie pages: If nothing else, it would make a change from the typic sort
of things he gets invoked/told about...

Zach snorts a laughter at the very image. "He might be tickled by it, but
his job probably won't allow him to slip that much out of character. But
we should definitely /ask/!"

Goldie shows no fear at the smile developing on Zach's face, matching it
with one of her own which should send any sensible person ducking for
cover, "I can always try and come up with something for him, if you want
me to... A lot of though and a little searching about and tings just seem
to fall into place."

You paged Goldie with 'I think we should go for it regardless! :)'.

Harriet pictures Cosmo in fetish gear, and just can't help it. She
tumbles over to her side on the couch, and just /howls/ with laughter,
until the tears come to her eyes and she can only breath in ragged pants.

Goldie dryly as she watches Harriet collape in laughter, "Was it
something I said?"

Zach twinkles at Goldie. "Oh, my man Jay can and will get his own costume
if he shows. He's good at that stuff." He then looks to the collapsing
Harriet with much amusement. "No, I think it's her mind showing her pics
of Cosmo in.....alternative clothing..."

Harriet points at Zach and nods, still laughing helplessly. "H-he /did/
say he'd get his nipples pierced if I did it..." she supplies, then
starts howling again, burying her face against the cushions.

Goldie blinks at that somewhat disjointed comment from Harriet and asks
sensibly, "Bwah? He said he'd get his nipples pierced if you did? I
thought that you didn't want any sort of peircing?"

Zach rolls his eyes and just chortles.

Harriet nods. "Hence why we haven't done it, you know?" Her chuckles
taper off to the occassional giggle fit. "But, oh man, would I pay money
to see him in our little group, you know?"

Zach hee hee hees. "So when would you like to do this, G? I'm so in!"

Goldie hmms slightly then says, a hint of mischeif in her voice as she
makes the suggestion, "Well, if you don't object to it too much then why
not? I'd just love to be able to say, if somebody from another table
asked what we would be doing," She drops into a deadpan tone, "'Oh, a few
things... We tought that we might begin the evening by having a nice
diner before getting a nipple piercing each...'." She trail off, smirking
and making it uncertain just how much she is joking about this.

Goldie gave a shrug at Zach's comment, dropping the amused look and
saying, "About anytime would be fine for me, we just need to get
everything setup in advance from the reservations on down..."

Harriet nods. "Reservations should probably be made a week in advance, so
that we can confirm them the day of, you know?" She smiles. "They /might/
just try to say that they accidently lost them or something..."

You say, "Yah, I'll need to come up with a something extra to top off my
red leathers. Edge up the rockstar look as it were..." Zach grins to
himself.

Goldie adds to Zach almost casually, "Don't worry about -your- clothes...
I've got a set in mind for you already."

Harriet eeps, and shields her breasts with her arms, instinctively. "Oh,
no. Holes don't belong there, you know? Not gonna happen, not even for
the sheer happy value of it," she states, shaking her head.

Zach sighs sadly. "And I doubt he would take /me/ up on a wager. He knows
me too well... I'd actually /do/ it."

Goldie looks at Harriet, a faintly stubborn look appearing in her eyes,
"You really sure about that? I'd match you as well, or go first if your
that worried about it being awful. If little old me can deal with it
without an 'eep!' then I'm sure that you would be able to..."

Zach looks at the time and sighs. "Well, I'm sorry to have to run out on
you ladies, but I gotta go to work. You're of course welcome to stay as
long as you like." He walks over to kiss Harriet.

Harriet kissing Zach interrupts her answer to Goldie, but it's a pleasant
interruption. "Mmmm, be safe out there, love. Don't get into too much
trouble, you know?" She raises a hand to caress his cheek, before
glancing at Goldie. "No. Not for all the gold in Ft. Knox. I like
my...well, I'm perfectly happy with my standard configuation."

Zach chuckles. "I'm happy with your standard nipples too, dear." He winks
at her and caresses her cheek gently, then goes to get shoes and jacket
on. "I'll see you girls later, k? Have fun plotting!" Beaming to them
both he whistles his way outside.

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<OOC> Harriet says, "What night should we do this, btw?"

<OOC> Goldie says, "Tuesday, Friday, and Saturday are bad for me but any
other night is fine."

<OOC> Zach can't do tomorrow and Friday might be iffy. How about Sunday
from, say 2 pm EST?

<OOC> Zach says, "We should ask Fid as well, Just In Case. :)"

<OOC> Harriet will be out of town this weekend, unfortunately.

<OOC> Goldie nods at that, "We can wait a full week for this, after all
we do need reservations..."

<OOC> Harriet says, "I should be back on starting from Monday evening,
though. :)"

Zach can play Monday. Will be out of town from next Wednesday through
Sunday. :)

<OOC> Zach says, "Er, OOC that. :)"

<OOC> Harriet says, "Ooooh! You're leaving us! *hugs*"

<OOC> Goldie says, "Should I @mail Fidelity about this, or are you going
to Zach since you are the one contacting Janus?"

<OOC> Goldie blinks, "You aren't going to be here then?" She grabs hold
of you a tough to make you stay... ^_^

<OOC> Zach says, "I can @mail him and cc you two? :)"

<OOC> Harriet nods!

<OOC> Zach huggles Goldie and Harriet. "I will be back! But there's this
family thing Up North over the Ascension weekend." :)

<OOC> Zach will @mail stuff tomorrow, must find bed now. :)

<OOC> Goldie nods to the @mail remark, "Good night now."

<OOC> Zach says, "Hey, go harass JArod! He needs it! :)"

[Public] Zach waves to all and heads to bed. mmmm sleep!