14 Terrace St. - Apartment 3
     This would be a spacious apartment were it not so cluttered. The
kitchen takes up as little space as possible, in its walled-off corner by
the door, and the rest of the room seems to be devoted to electronic
equipment and places to sit. At the far side, against the wall and next to
the sliding door to the patio, is a battered couch, and next to it is an
overstuffed chair that can only be described as "classic".
     From the television to the near wall are many computers in various
states of togetherness, on as many desks but with only one rolling chair
to go between them. On the near wall is a truly massive bookshelf, filled
with books ranging from _Java In A Nutshell_ through _The Prince_ to
_Advanced Squad Leader_, and videos spanning all genres. The walls are
decorated with posters, wallscrolls (Ada is apparently an anime buff), and
hundreds of pages of code, printed on linefeed paper. Obvious exits: Out
<O> The door closes quietly behind you, with a slight whirring sound.
Views here include:  - kitchen Ada has arrived.

Ada pounces!

Zach gets happily pounced!

Ada says, "Hey, sexy. How's you?"

Zach smiles and snugs Ada, while lifting her up and swinging her around.
"I'm allright. A bit overworked, but hopefully there will be less to do
soon. And you, sexita?"

Ada giggles softly. "I'm okay. Still miffed at that guy the other night."

Zach carries Ada over to the sofa and sits down with her in his lap.
"Trenchcoat? Yeah, he was a real piece of work. I'm surprised he's managed
to stay alive. Reminds me of someone I know, actually."

Ada slides her arm around Zach's neck and leans her head against his
shoulder. "Who's that, love?"

Zach chuckles softly. "Mu current Boss, actually. Although /he/ does that
gig with more flare and style."

Ada giggles quietly.

Zach thinks a bit. "A few of his less sociable angels try to emulate that,
but they then end up like Trenchcoat. I prefer a bit more manners, myself.
Although...I gotta admit that being called a deer caight in the headlights
was kinda entertaining." He snickers.

Ada smiles and kisses Zach's neck. "Why is that? I don't think I'd
appreciate being called that.

Zach cuddles her a bit. "It's funny because it's so far off the mark, and
I don't mind that at all. If people think I'm a harmless wimp, then so
much the better. In the name of subtlety. I know a couple of 'kites that
work for archangel Michael who specialise in looking harmless. They
commonly pose as an old, and I mean /ancient/ married couple in their
eighties. Now imagine the looks on the demon's faces when the shit finally
hits the fan..."

Ada nods and closes her eyes. "Who's Michael?"

Zach kisses her ently on her brow. "I thought they'd taught you all about
heaven?
 
Mike is the Archangel of War. First seraph ever made. Actually he's the
first /anything/ ever made."

Ada nods. "Not everything."

Zach smiles and hugs her tight. "So Michael is basically the biggest and
baddest of all the angels in Heaven. It was him that kicked the
Morningstar out at the end of the Rebellion."

Ada nods and snuggles up to Zach. Even closer, if that's possible. "And
he's not your boss?"

Zach shakes his head. "No, I'm on lease to Janus."

Ada laughs softly. "On lease? Ten years or ten thousand demons?"

Zach chuckles and tickles her. "Until Eli decides that I need ot do other
stuff."

Ada eek! "Oh. So Eli's the real boss, and Janus is the temp supervisor?"

Zach grins and tickles the tip of her nose. "Yep, that's about the gist of
it. Jay's been a real good Boss for me. I'm happy there, and I owe him
bigtime."

Ada smiles. "I'm glad to hear that you're happy.

Zach nods. "Yeah. If anything I feel slightly guilty that I haven stirred
things up here in town. Rocked the boat a bit."

Ada shrugs. "I think this town needed rocking. Far too many of its
inhabitants are starting to creep me out.

"Yep, and those creeps must go," Zach states. "I just need to plan things
a bit. And to be absolutely honest, my darling - planning is rather new to
me. But I think I getting there. Say, have you come any way with the
internet bits and the electronics?"

Ada sighs. "I've been thinking about it, but... I haven't actually gotten
out and found the parts I'd need in order to kitbash things.

Zach nods. "Well if you want, we could take a round and collect some
garbage. It's amazing what you can scrounge up from stuff people throw
away if you know where to look." He smiles and kisses her cheek.

Ada purrs softly. "I know. I've been dumpster-diving before."

Zach grins. "Best of all it's free. I sometimes go there to find bits and
pieces when I'm feeling creative. I build little toy cars, machines,
waling dolls and stuff. Hand 'em over to the nearest shelter for kids."

Ada grins. "You're so wonderful."

<OOC> Ada argh, has to go.

<OOC> Zach nods. Take care! :)

<OOC> Ada snugs. You too.

Ada has disconnected.

Ada goes home.

Zach kisses her. "Well, I'm off to work. Gotta go, hon." He takes his
leave after the normal bye, bye rituals.



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Logfile from Brass&Steel.

Purgatorio - Divine Comedy - Crown Center

     The ground level of Divine Comedy, Purgatorio is as circular as the
walls that surround it, as are the floors above and below. The floor rises
in small concentric tiers from the outside in, until it meets a large
pillar in the center. Around the pillar itself is the DJ's booth, and the
levels between the booth and the wall are designed for dancing, with
railings seaparating the various levels for the safety of the dancers.
     Around the outside level are placed tables to seat four or five, with
the appropriate chairs, and a wet bar is located behind the central pillar
from the door. Patrons are invited to rest here when they aren't dancing.
The DJ is dressed as a traditional club DJ would be, in cargo pants, a
baggy jersey, visor and goggles, and enormous shoes. The rest of the staff
on this level are made up to be traditional house staff, the men in prim
tuxedos and the women in maids' uniforms.
      At the northern end of the room is a wrought-iron staircase, leading
upward into Paradiso. A guard stands at its foot, carefully watching the
crowd and the line of people trying to get upstairs. At the southern side
lies its counterpart, a spiral staircase made of industrial steel that
leads downstairs into Inferno. There is a guard here, too, but he looks
somehow rougher around the edges, and he seems to be not as selective as
Paradiso's guard.

Contents: Harriet Obvious exits: Double Door <DD> Northern Stairway <NS>
Southern Stairway <SS>

Roger enters the club. The doors shut on the faces of the rabble waiting
for their chance to come inside.


Roger comes wandering into the club whistling softly, not that it can be
heard over the music.

Harriet is dancing out on the floor, throwing herself into the music with
a wide grin, and more enthusiasm than actual rythym.

Zach is hanging by the bar, holding on to a drink and moving with the
rythm whil he surveys the room.

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.

Roger spots Zach's head over the crowd of people and pushes his way
towards the bar, muttering to himself "Why did I come here on a Saturday
night again?

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. She's dressed in a dark green silk
blouse with oversized cuffs and collar of delicate lace. The buttons on
the blouse are silver, and each is faintly engraved with a Celtic knot.
Her ankle-length broomstick skirt of black, crushed velvet has a few tiny
rhinestones embedded here and there, flashing like stars in the right
light. Her ancient, paint-splashed sneakers sit oddly with the rest of the
outfit. Her hands, for once, appeart to be paint and plaster free, and
even look like they've recently come to the attention of a manicurist.


Harriet groans as the music pauses in between songs, and staggers off the
floor, still grinning, but thouroughly tired out for now.

Zach watches the flow of the crowd, and how it's becoming disturbed by
this big black guy elbowing his way through it. He grins as he sees Roger,
looking somewhat ill at ease, and certainly not dressed for the occation.
He waves him over.

Roger finaly winds up next to Zach at the bar "What ya drinking man?

Harriet stops to rearrange her clothing into some semblance of order, and
looks around. With delight, she notices two familiar faces at the bar, and
makes her way in that direction, ducking and weaving through the crowd.
"Hey, y'all. Am I interrupting?"

Roger grins at Harriet "Nope, not at all. I just got here myself. Grace us
with your presence if you will."

Zach grins and gives his dring a swirl in the glass. "I drinkin' scotch.
Laphroaig." Then Harriet comes along and he lights up in a delighted
smile. "Harriet! Wow, well aren't you a sight for sore eyes!" He holds put
an arm to invite an embrace.

Harriet laughs and shakes her head at Roger. "I'm not sure about the
'grace' part, but I'd be delighted to sit down with you for a while." She
grins at Zach, and ducks around his arm to give him a quick, friendly hug.
"Hey, Zach," she says with a grin before hopping up on an empty stool.

Roger grins at Zach "Well aren't we getting fancy." Roget pulls out a
stool for Harriet and then nods to the bartender. He is quickly served a
beer.

Zach gives Harriet a one-armed bearhug and lets her loose with no funny
business. :)

Harriet orders a Coke, sans alcohol, from the bartender, and spins on the
stool to look at Roger and Zach. "You guys been here long?"

Zach beams at Roger. "If you're gonna drink whisky, you shoulg go for the
good stuff. Not the cow piss we make here in the US!" He shakes his head
to Harriet. "I just arrived fifteen minutes ago. You?"

Roger shakes his head "Only a few minutes." He opens his beer and takes a
drink "You? been dancing for awhile?

Harriet shakes her head. "Not long," she says, pitching her voice to
carry, "about an hour or so, I think. Not all dancing, of course, you
know?"

The current time in Kansas City is 7:30 PM, Sat Sep 28, 2002.

Roger nods "Hows life treating you?"

Zach leans on the bar, seemingly content to listen and nurse his drink for
now.

Harriet's response is immediate. "Great! And you?"

Roger shrugs "Pretty good. Enjoying the day off."

Harriet nods. "Days off are good. How's work going, anyway?"

Roger takes a swollow "Oh as well as can be expected."

Zach smiles tesingly to Roger. "So what brings you to the Divine Comedy? I
didn't have you pegged for a clubber.."

Roger grins "Well you've seen me at Club Bluebird many atime haven't you.
But yeah I don't come here very offten, so I though I'd check it out.

<OOC> Roger needs to take off to go have dinner.

Harriet receives her Coke and holds the glass up against her forehead,
happily letting the cool condensation penetrate. She grins. "It's pretty
fun, although I haven't been downstairs."

Zach lifts an eyebrow. "So have you been upstairs then?"

<OOC> Harriet says, "Shall we assume that Roger got swept off his feet by
a lovely person and is on the dancefloor?"

<OOC> Zach says, "Works for me! :)"

Harriet nods and smiles. "Yes, I've been up there, once, you know." Her
expression turns that tiniest bit soft that indicates it's a fairly
pleasant memory.

Zach shifts to stand facing her fully, now that Roger is out on the
dancefloor shaking his tailfeathers. There is a warm glitter in his eyes
as he asks, "Only once? Did you perchance go there with a...special beau?"

Harriet looks up at him, her eyes the slightest bit wary, although she's
still smiling. "Yes, I did go with Lucian. And Sarah, as it happens." She
takes a sip of her drink. "Have you been up there?"

Zach shakes his head as he sips his drink. "Nope. This is actually my
first time in here. I normally hang out at the Bluebird and at BJ's.
Haven't done any clubbing in years."

Harriet grins and nods. "Normally, I'm not much for it, either. I can't
dance worth anything, you know? But," she shrugs, "It's been a deep couple
of days, so I thought I'd just go out and drink in some noise, you know?"
She takes a sip and grins. "And some Coke, of course."

Zach chuckles. "Yeah I do understand, hon. Just make sure that you drink
enought water as well if you're gonna dance the night away. Caffeine
drives the water out, and we don't want you gettin' dehydrated now do we?"

Harriet laughs and spins around on the stool. "I'll keep it in mind, you
know? So," she stops, and looks him up and down, "What brings you here,
then?"

<OOC> Harriet says, "I'm being attacked by a leaf-hopper. It's so cute..."

Zach smiles as he watches her spin, almost whistfully. "Curiosity and the
urge to check out a new location. I've heard so much about this place, so
I thought I'd go an have a look. Looks good so far." He grins devilishly.
He couldn't have been putting a double bottom in that statement, now could
he?

Ada enters the club. The doors shut on the faces of the rabble waiting for
their chance to come inside.

Ada is about 5 feet, 8 inches tall, with hair dyed all the colors of the
rainbow that hangs to her shoulders, and blue eyes. She looks to be in her
late teens or early twenties; her body is slender without being skinny,
her curves understated, her fingers long and tapered. Her skin is pale,
her lips a light pink, and her nose curves upward ever so slightly.  She
is dressed to kill, in a black bodysuit with green metallic threads woven
into the fabric to resemble circuitry. Over this she wears a black leather
trenchcoat that falls to her ankles, calf-length form-fitted boots of the
same material, and oddly bulky black gloves with the same circuitry design
as the bodysuit. Her multi-colored hair fairly glows, and her glasses are
dark and sweep around her face, obscuring her eyes.

Harriet rolls her eyes at Zach. "I'm so glad you approve," she says, in a
tone that strives for dry, but just can't stop being amused. She takes
another sip of the Coke.

Zach laughs and glances around the room. "So what do /you/ think of thes
place? What's it like upstairs?"

Harriet's delighted look takes in the whole chaotic room. "I like it. It's
a little much, you know, but fun. And upstairs is..." she drinks from her
glass while she tries to find words. "very white. And everyone has dyed
blonde hair, and blue eyes. I don't know if it's contacts." She purses her
lips. "I suppose it'd have to be, wouldn't it, you know?"

Ada smiles wryly at Zach over Harriet's shoulder. "Only sometimes. And the
hair is only sometimes dyed. Hello, you two.'

Zach beams at Ada. "Hey sweetie! Didn't see you there. Are you doing the
sneaking up on unsuspecting people thing again?"

Harriet starts, then turns to greet Ada with a wide smile. "Hey! Um, Ada,
isn't it?" She places her drink on the counter, and holds out a hand.
"Good to see you again."

Ada takes Harriet's hand and shakes it gently. "Very good indeed. And it's
hard for me not to, Zach. I'm not quite used to this place anymore, but my
body still knows the moves."

Zach reaches out and touches Ada's arm gently. "I love that outfit. It is
awesome... I take it you used to hang here a lot then? Then maybe you can
tell us what it's like downstairs?""

Harriet picks her drink back up and regards Ada with eager curiosity.

Ada coughs quietly. "I don't know if either of you would like it. It's...
dark. Thrash metal, hard techno, lots of mosh pits. Cells of moshing, I
guess you could say. They've designed the rails around the different
levels like piping, with spigots... the implication is that they have to
hose the floor down occasionally." She raises her eyebrows. "Inferno, if
you will. To Purgatorio and Paradiso. The owner had a sense of humor, you
might say."

Zach quirks an eyebrow with an intrigued smile. "Sounds interesting at
least. Upstairs sounded kinda....annoying. But I shouldn't write the place
off before I've actually seen it."

Harriet looks intrigued. "I wonder if they'd let me in some day when the
place is closed for a few hours." Her eyes unfocus for a moment. "I'll bet
all that piping and shadows make for a fascinating picture, you know?" She
shakes herself. "But not where I'd want to go for dancing."

Ada says, "It's not annoying. Rather soothing, to be honest."

Ada says, "You want to go down and scope it out? I'm happy to escort you."

Zach grins. "Yeah, that sounds cool. What you say Harriet? Wanna go
downstairs and sneak a peek?"

Harriet looks undecided for a moment, then breaks into a smile. "Sure.
Should be inspiring." She hops down and deposits the money for her Coke on
the bar along with her empty glass. "Let's try it out."

Ada leads the way downstairs.

Ada heads down the steel staircase to Inferno, leaving behind the relative
comfort of Purgatorio.

Ada has left.

Zach waits for Ada to lead the expedition onwards and downwards.

You leave Purgatorio, descending into the louder and more active Inferno.

Inferno - Divine Comedy - Crown Center

     The lowest level of Divine Comedy, Inferno, is dark and foreboding.
The floor slopes downward to the central column, which here is obviously
rough and appears to have been hewn from a single pillar of granite laced
with obsidian. The surface is spotted with uneven dark patches up to about
seven feet from the floor. The outer wall, by contrast, is smooth and
black, parts of it transparent to reveal water valves and huge industrial
piping. There are no tables here, only dance floor; three levels out from
the column, the dancing becomes moshing, and around the column are the
DJ's booth, in dark, shatterproof plexiglass, and a stage for live music,
raised above floor level.
     The floor on the dancing levels is rubber, slightly uneven and with
random goosebumps for traction. Where the mosh pit begins, the floor
becomes grating, with a drainage system faintly visible below. Each tier
of the floor is separated by an iron railing, and each post of the railing
is topped with a spigot, the handles welded shut - although a faint
glistening on the floor does indicate that water has run across it
recently.
     There are no visible staff here but for the DJ, who is decked out in
leather from head to toe and is wearing a pair of wrap-around shades. For
the most part, he provides the grinding, twisting, crushing beat, but
occasionally a band will arrive on the stage, and then the crowd goes
truly wild. The mosh area will often extend another level or two past its
official bounds, and stage diving seems not only allowed, but encouraged.

Contents: Ada Obvious exits: Southern Stairway <SS>

The music changes as you descend into Inferno, from the active sound of
Purgatorio's songs to the sheer destructive rhythm of the lower level.

Harriet climbs down the steel staircase from Purgatorio into the writhing
mass of bodies that makes up Inferno.

Harriet has arrived.

Harriet openly gapes at the surroundings, drawing her hands up to cover
her ears on pure instinct. "Wow," she says, shouting over the music,
"Just, wow!"

Ada says, "So what do you think, then?"

Zach looks around appraisingly. He shouts to be heard over the loud,
churning beats. "Well they certainly went all they way out with this one!"
He is grinning widely, taking mental notes.

Ada grins and leans back against Zach.

Harriet looks at the granite column, then at the mosh pits. Grinning
madly, she shouts, "Nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live here,
you know?"

Ada says, "Yeah, it gets kind of loud in here. You get used to it after a
while, but... I prefer upstairs overall."

You say, "I like it!"

Harriet seems rather stunned by it all. She looks around at the furious
dancing, and the piping, with an awed expression on her face. Finally, she
looks back at the dancefloor and shakes her head. "Well, I'm sure not
going out there."

Ada grins. "Oh, now come on, Harriet. Don't want to get dirty?"

Ada just looked at you.

Ada says, "I love your outfit, by the way. You have such better taste than
I do."

Harriet shakes her head at Ada. She could be blushing, but in the lighting
here, who could tell? "Are you kidding? I'd love to be able to wear what
you're wearing!" She laughs, and gestures at the floor. "And I don't mind
being dirty, but I have an objection to dead, you know?"

Ada says, "Oh, they won't kill you. Most of the folks here are actually
pretty nice. They just like to get rough."

Zach laughs.

Ada leans over and stage-whispers. "You should hear the rumors about
what's inside the column, though..."

Harriet is dubious. "Possibly a little too rough for me." Her eyes gleam
at Ada's whisper. "What? It's not solid?"

Ada says, "Not according to what I've heard. Of course, it's all just
hearsay."

Harriet raises her eyebrows. "Well? You can't just throw something like
that out and not tell us!"

Ada grins. "Well, the rumors I've heard... let's just say half the people
who go in don't come out. That's where the real toys come out to play.

Ada jerks her head upward. "Shall we return?"

Zach also looks curious and gives Ada a little squeeze to encourage her.
But nods to her suggestion. Might be easier to speak without all the
noise.

<OOC> Ada actually needs to go. :(

Harriet looks completely lost. "What does that mean?" she says, but seems
eager to return.

Ada makes her way to the wrought-iron staircase and heads up to
Purgatorio.

You make your way through the crowd to the staircase. Despite the
rough-and-tumble atmosphere down in Inferno, the stairs are well-made for
safety, and you soon find yourself in Purgatorio.

The music of Inferno fades as you reach the top of the staircase, replaced
by the active sounds of Purgatorio.

Harriet steps off the southern staircase from Inferno and rejoins the
crowd on the main level.

Ada frowns and looks at her watch. "Listen, I have to go. If I can catch
you guys later, I'll tell you all about it... but I've gotta run right
now. Take it easy, you two!"

Ada hugs Zach tightly and waves brightly at Harriet. "Don't be a
stranger."

Zach awwws. He kisses Ada. "Okay then, hon. We'll hold you to that."

Harriet nods, and waves, but still looks lost. "Sure, but.." She sighs.

Zach smiles fondly to Harriet and leads her over to the bar again. "But
what? You look so lost there, little lady."

Harriet sighs as she claims another stool. "Now I want to know what's in
that column." She hmms. "It'd actually be rather a shame if it is hollow,
though...the thought of what I could do with that with the right tools,
and about a decade..." she laughs and shakes her head. "Not that I'd ever
spend that much time on it. But aren't you curious, you know?"

Zach chuckles softly and nods affirmatively. "Oh yes I am. I wonder if
it's possible to x-ray that thing..."

Harriet frowns. "I believe the x-rays would have a terrible reception, but
I'm not sure. How would you get /in/, you know? I didn't see any kind of
door..."

Zach nods thoughtfully pressing his lips together. "Yeah, I guess you're
right. There's bound to be more than on e way out of there, but the fire
exit is probably hidden in the decor on the walls."

Harriet sighs. "Sounds dangerous, but you're probably right." She smiles.
"I'm definately going to have to beg or bribe Ada into telling me, the
next time our paths cross."

Zach nods. "Oh yes definitely! Even if I have to torture her with tickles
to make her spill."

Harriet laughs at the image. "Oh, dear. I don't think that'll be
neccessary, you know?" She orders another Coke, and turns to look at Zach
with warm eyes. "You two are very good together."

Zach smiles with equally warm and sparkling eyes. "Heh, Ada is one of a
kind. Utterly unique. Well, all humans are unique, but she is more unique
than most."

Harriet grins. "Unique is good. Me, I'm all for unique, you know? I like
her a lot, although I haven't talked to her much."

Zach nods and regards Harriet with that 'you have my complete and full
attention' look that he does with people. "Yeah you would be. As an artist
you're trained to see uniqueness where mundane eyes see only...well,
mundaneness, right?"

Harriet blushes under the attentive look. "I guess. I don't actually think
I look too much for uniqueness, per se, as..." she shrugs, "Well, it's
hard to explain."

Zach smiles and straightens up somewhat. "Try whydontcha? And Harriet...
Please just tell me straight up if I'm comin' on too strong, eh? I'm not
here to make you feel uncomfortable.." He looks at her with warmth and a
hint of consern in his eyes.

Harriet chuckles and shakes her head. "It's okay, Zach. I know not to take
you seriously." She wets her throat with her drink, and thinks about how
to explain. "Um. I guess, I look at the world, and I see it's changing.
All the time. Everything I, or anyone else, now cares about, will be gone
in a hundred years. Or so different that it might as well be gone. So,"
she gestures with her free hand, "I try and portray something loved, as it
is /right now/, so that in a hundred years, someone will walk by and know,
if only for a moment, what that thing was." She blinks at him. "Did that
make any sense at all?"

Zach nods slowly, almost lost in the image she created. "Yes.." he says
softly. "It makes a lot of sense. And such beautiful sense. So your angle
in your art is not to make some kind of statement, but rather to preserve
moments and images and maybe even...ideas shaped in your material of
choice..?"

Harriet grins in delight at Zach. "Exactly! And ideas are even more
important, because they change so quickly, and they leave no trace behind
them, you know? But it's all about preserving what's here, even if it's
only a thought." She takes a deep drink. "That's what I think, anyway. Ask
another artist, and you'd get an entirely different answer."

Zach nods. "Of course. Every artist has his or her own unique vision and
role to fill. And even when you have two artists whoseem to be doing the
same thing they still have different angles, materials, styles....souls.
It's what makes it all so fascinating."

Harriet's face is animated, and she almost bounces on the stool. "Yes,
that's it." She chuckles. "You know, most people just look blankly at me
when I try to explain it. They think we're all trying to be political and
Change The World." She shrugs. "Not that some things don't need changing,
I guess, but I'm more concerned with remembering what's good about it."

Zach chuckles brightly, his eyes aglitter with warm humour. "I know my
fair share of artists of various types. Both political and less political.
Some are there to make a stand to make people think or react or feel,
hopefully all three. Others go for one of the three, and others again are
totally caught up in their own inner visions that they work night and day
to bring into the world. In music, painting, stone, clay, brass,
flowerbeds, embroidery, mechanics... You name it - they do it."

Harriet grins at the inclusion of mechanics. "And why do you do what you
do, Mr. Ellis," she asks, holding an invisible microphone in his
direction. "What drives you?"

"My heart," he answers simply. "You could say it's a calling. Passion
even."

Harriet studies him, a smile on her face. After a moment, she nods.
"That's an excellent reason. How long have you been doing it?"

Zach tilts his head and looks her confidently in the eyes. "Oh... For
about as long as I can remember. I've always had a fascination for
mechanical devices of all kinds. I can't remember not fiddling with tools
and gadgets and stuff."

Harriet nods. "Ahh. A born fiddler, then. So," she laughs, "What was the
first thing you took apart, and were you able to put it back together
again?"

Zach hrms and scratches his head. "Um.. Oh but that's so long ago..." He
smiles and moves the hand to scratch his chin. "I don't really remember.
Probably some mechanical wind up toy of some sort."

Harriet sighs. "You should remember things like that, just in case a lady
asks you." She pulls a melodramatically disappointed face. "Ah, well. It
can remain a mystery for the ages, you know?" She takes a sip of her
drink, her eyes laughing.

Zach chuckles and shakes his head. "The first thing I /remember/ taking
apart and, yes, putting back together again, was a small steam engine I
was alowed to play with. But you asked about the /first/ thing I took
apart. And that I don't recall." He winks.

Roger has connected.

<OOC> Roger is back :)

<OOC> Zach says, "You've bees out on the floor shakin' your tailfeather
for a long time, buddy!"

Roger returns from the dancefloor, grinning to himself.

Harriet chuckles. "Well, I guess that's okay, then."

Zach looks up to spot Roger. "Well, well, well! Look who comes here, if it
ain't mister asswiggly prince of charm!" He grins hugely.

Roger slides back on to his stool "Thanks for saving it for me." He winks
at Zach "Well, there were a lot of ladies that needed to be exposed to my
many charms."

Harriet grins and raises her eyebrows at Roger. "So I take it you now
approve of the many delights offered by the Divine Comedy?"

Roger grins back at Harriet "Oh yes, they are many and varied."

Zach chortles. "We didn't really save it, bud. Ada came by and took us
downstairs. Stool was still unused when we returned. You were just to busy
variating to notice." His smile is kind and approving.

Harriet nods, and looks a little sheepish. "We would have come and got
you, but you looked like you were enjoying yourself."

Roger chuckles "What did you think of downstairs?

You say, "Wicked!!"

Roger grins "Never been down there. What sort of music is it?

Zechiah enters the club. The doors shut on the faces of the rabble waiting
for their chance to come inside.

Zach chuckles. "Industrial metal and hardcore techno. You'd hate it.."

Harriet ehhs. "It's certainly interesting, but I don't know if I'd go down
there very often." She frowns. "And I still want to know about that
column, you know?"

Roger makes a face "Yeah, not really my scene. What column is that?

Zach is a tall man, probably about 6'3". Slim, well built and rather
handsome, his apperance is one of goodnatured machismo. He carries himself
well, with an air of cheerful confidence and a flirtatious sparkle showing
in his green eyes. Movements are smooth and precise. His hair is
relatively short cut, darkish blonde and wavy. A workman's tan is visible,
and hints to much time being spent outdoors.
	The clothes he is wearing are flashy: Flaming red, tightfitting
leather pants and a long, white shirt that fits quite tightly around his
well-trained torso. It is hanging outside his pants, and the top three
buttons are open. The shoes are black Doc Marten's.

Harriet makes a large, round gesture. "Huge granite column down there. Ada
said she'd heard it was hollow, but had to leave before she could tell us
what was rumoured to be in it, you know?" She grins at Roger. "Isn't it
interesting?"

Roger grins "Wierd yeah. WHy would anyone make a hollow column.

Roger , Harriet and Zach are all sitting at the bar together.

Zechiah is herded into the club by a handful of other college students his
age. The prod and push Zechiah through the main doors, haranging him for
being so resistant. He doesn't resist much beyond a few plaintive
mutterings, but as he gets a few yards into the club, he comes to a dead
stop, staring up at the concentric levels of the club. "I don't like this
one bit.." he mutters to himself. One of the friends laughs and elbows
Zechiah's side, commenting, "Just relax and have fun, man!"

Zach tilts his head, looking intrigued. "It certainly sounds interesting
and mysterious. And that's probably the whole point with putting out those
rumours int he first place. Good marketing."

Harriet nods cheerfully. "Well, it works for me!" She takes a sip of her
drink, and swirls on her stool to scan the crowd. "Hey..." she leans
towards Zach, and gestures towards Zechiah, "Isn't that guy we sat with at
BJs?"

Zach peers in the direction of Harriet's gesturing. "Hmm.. Oh yeah it is.
Jarod, wasn't it?" He smiles and waves to the young man being hustled
along by his mates.

Roger nods at Zach "Ah good point. I wonder if the stories are real." He
follows Harriets gaze "Who's that?

Harriet smiles. "An interesting guy who was forced to share a table with
us for dinner one night. He doesn't look at all happy, does he?" She takes
a sip of her drink. "I wonder if we should go rescue him?"

Roger chuckles "Yeah, he does look kinda unhappy. I wonder why, this place
is great."

Zechiah forces a grim smile for his friends' benefits. One splits off from
the crowd and starts sneaking his way towards Paradiso, his hopes high on
getting past the guard. Good luck there. Zechiah raises his hand over the
crowd and tries to wave his friend back before he does something stupid,
but it's no use getting his friend's attention. Dejectedly lowering his
hand, Zechiah gives up trying.

Zach chuckles and shrugs. "Maybe the kid's shy. Or doesn't like techno
rythms?"

Harriet slides down from her stool. "I think I'll say hi, you know? Be
right back." She moves through the crowd to where Jared and his friends
are. "Hey, there," she says, tapping him on the shoulder with a grin.
"remember me?"

Zechiah takes a step behind two of the three friends still buzzing around
him, just as his friends start heading off to help the one that's trying
to sneak past the guard. Finally, escape...Zechiah tries to step back and
sneak behind a pillar, just as Harriet taps him on the shoulder. Glancing
over at her, he grins slightly. "Oh, hello! Yes..the barbeque place,
right?"

Harriet beams. "Indeed! Zach's here too, over there," she gestures towards
the bar. "We saw you looking a little lost, and I thought I might come
over and see if you needed rescue." She draws herself up and tries to look
appropriately heroic.

Zach grins and looks at Harriet's Mission of Much Mercy.

Roger sips his beer and watches Harriet and Zechiah.

Zechiah grins a little more and says in adulation, "My hero!"

Harriet laughs, does a little dance, and bows. When she rises, she says,
"Well, if you'd like to come to the bar, you should feel free. Or," she
glances in the direction of his friends, "are you Paradiso-bound, as
well?"

The current time in Kansas City is 10:45 PM, Sat Sep 28, 2002.

Harriet pages: Harriet, I say fondly, is as hyper as a ferret on a sugar
rush. :)

Zechiah follows her gaze back to his friends. "I'm not really sure we'd
get in. I don't know what the proper protocol is for getting in..Paradiso,
did you call it?"

Zach leans over to Roger. "Know what, pal. Since you're now off the floor
I think I'm gonna go find out if I can do the right moves out there..." He
waves to Jarod and heads for the floor.

Roger chuckles and nods at Zach "Have fun."

Harriet shrugs. "I've only been up there once, myself. It's ballroom
dancing...don't know if that's your friends' thing, you know?"

<OOC> Zach will proceed to dance the night away, maybe even go downstairs
to really get some exercise..:)

AutoJudge:  Zach rolls: 4 + 2 = 6 . Check die: 1

<OOC> Harriet says, "Here's to hoping we don't find your trampled body in
the morning. :)"

<OOC> Zechiah says, "Errr?"

<OOC> Zach says, "Can indeed do the right moves. Doesn't steal the show,
but isn't brushed off as an old fart either:)"