Logfile from Brass&Steel.


Harriet wanders down the hallway towards Zach's apartment, her sketchbook
tucked loosely under one arm. She pauses at the door, and knocks briskly.

Zach puts his guitar aside and gets up off his butt to answer the door.
"Yeah? HARRIET!" His face splits into a grin and he moves to scoop her up
into a big hug.

Harriet laughs and hugs back, a bit awkwardly, due to the sketchbook. She
grins up at him. "Hi, Zach. I see you are home, you know? Good to see
you!" She hugs him again, just for good measure.

Zach picks her up and swings her around and over the threshold, then puts
her down and closes the door. "Lovely to see you too, babe! How are you?
Can I get you anything? Lemonade?"

Harriet is swung, giggling. She thinks about it, and nods. "Your lemonade
is excellent, and I would be delighted to have some, you know? And I'm
fine. How are you?" She beams up at him. "Oh, and are you and your sister
doing anything for Thanksgiving? I am inviting people over for fried
turkey. I'd let you cook the stuffing," she says, shamelessly playing on
his kitchen fetish.

Shameless indeed! Beware the wiles of the Harriet, I sayeth, and behold -
Zach turns around and gapes joyously at her. "You would?! Wow I'd love to,
honey!" He scoots over to the fridge to get out the lemonade mug and water
with and without bubbles.

Harriet nods, and grins. "I can barely imagine what you'll come up with,"
she says, openly amused, "but I'm sure it'll be lovely, you know? And I'm
going to fry a Turkey. Cosmo is coming, but Roger has plans. Alas." She
finds a seat and plops down happily, setting her sketchbook somewhere out
of the way. "It should be fun."

Zach brings the liquids and glasses over to the table, then brings a cake
to the table. It actually looks like a banana bread, but he's not bringing
butter. "So are you inviting anybody else? Like your neighbours or
something?"

Harriet shakes her head. "Not really. Most of them are doing their own
thing, or are vegetarian enough that a traditional dinner would be out of
the question, you know?" Her eyes twinkle. "I like my turkey."

Zach grins and sits down next to Harriet. "I love Thanksgiving. It's the
one great American holiday that should really spread to the rest of the
world. All about getting together, sharing and...well giving thanks for
what you've been given."

Harriet nods, and takes a glass of cool refreshment...going for non-fizzy
this time. "I'm rather fond of it, too, you know?" She chuckles. "Although
this is the first time in a couple of years that I've gone through the
whole big thing." She looks at him. "So, do you think that you and
Hachilah might attend?"

Zach beams at her as he picks up a knife to cut the cake. "I'll be there,
I promise! Barring Divine Intervention, of course. I'll ask Hachi too if I
see her."

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 a long-sleeved dark red shirt of crushed velvet, and
faded blue jeans. The blue jeans have been patched at the seat and knees
with four squares of cloth, each one being a different color and fabric.
Her sneakers look new, and are a very bright shade of yellow. 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.

Harriet beams again. The area around them represents a stage, what with
all the happy lights. "That's great! Oh, is Dr. Fell an Elohite?" She
takes a sip of her drink. "I ask because Roger says she's an angel, and
Cosmo told me about Elohim--Lucian thinks he's one--and I think she kinda
fits, but I don't know, you know?" It all comes out in a bit of a rush.
"Yummy lemonade!"

Zach chuckles and deals out cake to the both. "Have you met Delia?"

Harriet nods. "A couple of times, now. We have plans to skating,
eventually, you know?" She smiles. "I like her." The cake is oohed at
appreciatively. "What's this?"

Zach grins. "It's an experiment, I rather like the way it came out.
Exotic. Oh, and I'm glad you've met up with Delia. She's real sweet. As
for what she is... That's her story. Suffice to say, if you need a
therapist, she's supposed to be real good. If you ask her, she might tell
you." He smiles.

Harriet ahhs. "That's what I was kind of getting around to, actuallyI
wanted to know if she was safe to talk to, you know?" Harriet takes
another happy sip of the lemonade, places it carefully out of the way, and
hops up from her seat. "Alas, I can't stay. I must be off, because I have
promised my aid to someone hauling a drum set. I just wanted to extend the
invitation." She blinks. "Oh! And you need to talk to Cosmo about Weird
Stuff going down with an actor. He's worried."

Zach blinks. "Say what?"


Harriet hmms. "There's an actor...Rob Anderson. Does a camp-fantasy show
called Knights of Heliopolis. Cosmo's boss told him to keep any Soldiers
far, far away from the guy and the barbeque that he's attending next
Sunday." She sighs. "I've been doing research, but by all accounts,
there's nothing wrong with him. Cosmo and Roger might have found out more,
you know?"

<OOC> Zach says, "You need to go?"

<OOC> Harriet says, "Alas, yes."

Zach gets up and stuffs some cake into a plasic wrapping. "Here, breing
some of this to your friend and have fun!"

Harriet nods and smiles. "Good, good. I'm sorry I can't stay longer, I
will try to catch up with you later, you know?" She swoops in and gives
him a quick hug, before retrieving her sketchbook, and heading for the
door. She pauses long enough to take the cake, though. Yum!

Harriet goes home.