Logfile from Brass&Steel.

Zach knocks on the door marked 'Number 4B <4B>'.

A woman shouts from nearby, "Come in!"

Terrace Lofts -- Number 4B
     A large, one-room loft on the fourth floor of the building. To the
right of the door is a small kitchen area, with a round, oak table. Around
the table sit four well-padded chairs, with tye-dye cushions. To the left
of the door is a closet and the door to the bathroom. Straight ahead is
the central area.

     The living room lacks typical furniture, instead there are a
multitude of huge pillows in a variety of jewel-like colors, and stools of
all shapes and sizes. Art supplies, and art projects in various states of
completion dominate the area. Sketches are scattered all over everything.
The sleeping area is a small alcove at the far end of the apartment,
holding a queen-sized sleigh bed of cherry, a CD player, and a Macintosh
personal computer. A nearby bookcase has one shelf of books, one of CDs,
and the top shelf is cluttered with framed photos. Posters advertising
musicals adorn the walls.

     Overall, the apartment is in a state of clean disarray. The bed is
unmade, and CD cases are in the oddest places, but there's no trash. The
only thing in the room that could be said to be scrupulously neat, though,
are the art supplies. Their strict order appears to originate from another
person entirely. The room smells of flowers, from the numerous filled
vases on the table, windowsills, and kitchen counter.


Harriet and Cosmo are in the kitchen, where Cosmo is stirring a gravy pot.
Delia is also here, in the living room area.

Zach enters with a big smile that grows into a huge one upon seeing the
people gathered there. He is carrying a lidded pan wrapped in a cloth.
"Hey everybody and well met! Sorry I'm late!"

Cosmo throws up a hand in salute. "Welcome, brother. Happy Thanksgiving."
He glances at Harriet, looking for a cue as to whehter everything is
through cooking. "Dr. Fell and I brought wine, but it seems you and
Harriet have taken care of the difficult tasks."

Harriet glances back into the pot, then nods to indicate that Cosmo can
let it go. She moves over to take the stuffing from Zach, sniffing
appreciatively. "It smells wonderful, you know? And you're not late...we
haven't even started." She smiles at him. "I think we're almost ready to,
however."

Delia smiles warmly at Zach. "Hello, Zach."

Zach beams all around and lets the pan go, giving Harriet a kiss. That's
what you're supposed to do with the cook, see? The aroma rising from the
pan is quite exotic. Not entirely what you would expect to find in
connection with the all-American turkey dinner. "Hey there dr. Fell. How
lovely to see you!" he smiles to her as he takes off his jacket and hangs
it away. "And Cos! You're doing kitchen stuff! This is gonna ba such a
swell gathering!"

Delia says, "You know, if I'm a guest here, I think we can all call me
'Delia'."

"Correction. I am doign the stirring of the gravy, but I am, you will all
be greatful to discover, not involved directly in the cooking." Cosmo
grins at his fellow 'kite as he steps away at Harriets nod. "Shall I help
carry the food to the table? And of course, Delia it is."

Harriet cradles the stuffing, and regards it just a touch warily, before
beaming at Zach, then at Delia. "And a welcome guest you are, Delia." She
carries the stuffing to a free spot on the counter and unwraps it, nodding
to Cosmo. "Please. The turkey, anyway. There's not room on the table for
us and all the pans, yo know?" She chuckles, "We'll have to wander for a
few things."

Delia's beeper sounds; she glances down at it, and then sighs. "I'm sorry,
folks, but I need to leave."

Delia says, "One of my clients finds the holidays very difficult, and she
needs someone to talk to."

Zach puts up a really disappointed puppydog look at Delia and her beeper.
"Aww..." THen he smiles warmly and moves to herlp her with her coat. "Well
that's important work, you'd better hurry Del. You want to bring some of
this stuff over to her meybe?"

Delia shakes her head. "I do not think she would like that; but I will be
back as soon as I can, if that's alright? I don't wish to disrupt your
festivities further, if it isn't."

Cosmo agrees with Zach. "Yes, at least take a plate for yourself and for
her. We can make that up for you right quick. Perhaps it will even help
some." Cosmo adds at Delia's comments. "Or not. But please, do come back
if you have time."

Zach nods and holds out her coat. "If you can, then pleas come back. But
your client is more important. She's alone - we're not."

"Alas," Harriet says regretfully. "But please come back if you have the
opportunity. You shan't disturb us at all." Her eyes twinkle. "There's no
way we can eat all this food, and another friend is always welcome, you
know?"

Delia smiles. "Thank you; happy thanksgiving to you all."

Delia gets her coat back on after setting down her water, and leaves.

Delia has left.

Cosmo starts helping carry the food over to the table. "I hope she returns
soon. I'd like to get to know her better." He smiles at the other two. "Of
course, that's not to say the present company isn't pleasant."

Zach chuckles and fishes a small, blue glass bottle out from his jacket.
This he rings over to the kitchen. "Dude, I avoided her like the plague
when I came to town. Then I accidentaly tried to chat her up in the park
over by my place while Lucian was nearby, and I damn near fainted when she
told him her name. I had /no/ idea! Felt like a right idiot afterwards
when I went over to her office to get the introduction bit over with and
she was all nice and stuff. Just goes to show.."

"I'd like to get to know her better, as well," Harriet says, with a smile
at Cosmo. The look she gives Zach is a bit confused. "Why would you avoid
her?" she asks, with a raised eyebrow.

Cosmo is faintly amused at Zach. "I can see why that would be something of
a shock. Though I didn't quite mean in the 'chatting her up' sense of the
phrase." At Harriet's question though, he busies himself with the rest of
the pots and pans. He's just glad he isn't the one to accidentally bring
up Heavenly politics.

"Dude! I didn't know who she was! I woulda never, ever tried to chat up
one of Dominic's folks." Zach inspects the stuffing with a hapy sniff. "I
think..." he adds contemplatively. "Anyway - the avoiding bit. Right.
Harriet, there are quite a few really powerful angels in Heaven -
Archangels. Each of these represent a big 'ol chunk of the Symphony on an
almost infinite number of layers. The Archangels and their chunks - we
call 'em Words - are one and the same, and then not quite. A holder of a
Word becomes one with it and must do everything he can to uphold it,
promote it and protect it and even expand it. So - Dominic is the
Archangel og Judgement. God's Law, rules, the upholding and arbitration
of- thats his thing. You with me so far?"

Harriet smiles and nods, leaning against the counter, and crossing her
arms over her chest. "I knew most of that, already," she says, glancing
curiously at Cosmo's sudden interest in cookery. "Delia told me who she
worked for, when I went to talk to her, you know?"

Cosmo just grins slowly. "Oh, I don't know Zach, I understand that the
while the Dominicans frown on human-angel interactions, they don't have a
problem with angel-angel relationships. Besides, aren't most of them
Catholic? And what's that old Billy Joel song?" Yes, he's needling Zach a
little. Just like family.

<OOC> Harriet just sits back to appreciate the phrase "...the Archangels
and their chunks..."

Zach nods. "So. Well. Not all other angels share Dominic's love and
fascination for the Law and certainly not for rules or rigid system..." He
rolls his eyes at Cosmo. "Dude! I'm trying to be serious here,and I've
never dated any of her choir before. They creep me out just a little bit."
He chuckles and shakes his head. "So anyway, my Archangels aren't
particularly bothered with rules and regulations. Eli is Creation and has
always been thought of s a bit eccentric. Or plain freakin' loonie, if you
listen to some of the less inspired souls upstairs. Janus is even worse,
as he absolutely hates rules and regulations and will break them anywhere
he encounters them. He is the Wind and with the wind comes change and
chaos. Now that kinda sets Judgement's teeth on edge, y'know. And to top
it off, Eli's been on a walkabout for 50 years without reporting back to
the other Archangels and now Dominic wants him to appear before the
celetial tribunal to Explain Himself. So us creationers are constantly
dogged by Dominic's angels as to where the heck Eli is. So I prefer to
avoid them whenever I can. How the hell was I supposed to know that he'd
placed one of the nice ones right here in Kaycee?!"

Zach grins hugely.

	Not a particularly tall man, perhaps five and a half feet or so in
height. Dark hair cut neatly, going to grey at the sides and indicating he
is perhaps in his later thirties or early forties. Wrinkles at the corners
of his brown eyes also indicate his age. His thin, sharp face gives him a
serious demeanor. He is clean shaven, without a touch of facial hair.
There is a faint scar in the cleft of his chin.

	 He wears a suit. It is a simple, conservative cut. The suit is
black, white shirt and a black tie. The clothes fit well on his trim form.
Black wingtips complete the look. The cufflinks are silver with obsidians.

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 rather monochrome in black jeans, and a thick, black,
turtleneck sweater. The sweater has a couple of snowflakes done in
glitter, here and there, but the only real spot of color in the outfit is
her bright yellow hightop sneakers. She looks even paler than usual, and
tired. 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.

<OOC> Zach says, "Well Words /are/ chunks! :)"

Harriet blinks, and tries to digest the information given in patented Zach
style. "Ah," she says, at last. She looks Zach up and down, and smiles
fondly. "For some odd reason, I find myself unsurprised, you know?" She
shakes her head. "Right. Well. Is all the food out?" She checks the table
over and counter.

Cosmo looks the table over. "Indeed. Though you realize I nearly fledged
as an Elohite, yes? Regardless, I was aware there was such a person here,
but I had not met her." He pulls a chair out for Harriet. "I think
everything is ready. I'll pour the wine, and we can say thanks and begin."

From afar, Harriet . o O (Working for Zach is obviously going to be
an...Experience.)

Zach nods happily and brings three small shot glasses and the blue bottle
over to the table. "I'm sure you'd have made a really fine elohite Cos,
but you're cute being a 'kite as well." He places the glasses by each
plate, surveys the table and sighs happily. "Ohkay... Let's get started."

Long distance to Harriet: Zach laughs! :) Not very....orderly at least. :)

Harriet grins at them both, and takes the seat that Cosmo pulled out for
her. "If you're going to pour the wine, then I guess Zach should carve the
turkey, you know?" She sits back and grins. "I'll just sit here. I'm
tired," she says, with satisfaction.

From afar, Harriet makes a mental note to start carrying a notebook. ;P

You paged Harriet with 'Eeee! Notebook! That's what the Cloakies do!!!
<8o'.

From afar, Harriet grins and thinks Judgement is kinda cool, based on her
one sample.

Cosmo gets the wine and starts pouring that. Moving around Zach with ease
as he sets out the shot glasses. "That sounds fair to me." He pats
Harriet's shoulder as he walks passed her. The bottle of wine goes in the
middle of the table. "Should I say grace first?"

<OOC> Zach admits lack of Thanksgiving know-how. Carve turkey before or
after graces? :)

<OOC> Harriet says, "Probably after, just before serving."

<OOC> Zach says, "Thanks:)"

<OOC> Harriet notes that the turkey is fried. Has no idea how that changes
the carving.

Zach pours an orange-reddish liquid from the bottle and into the small
glasses, then nods smilingly to Cosmo. "Please do, brother."

Harriet nods to Cosmo, as well. "Please do," she echoes, casting a wary
look at the liquid. When it comes in that small of quantity, it's /bound/
to be potent.

Cosmo bows his head, hands laced together in front of him. "Lord, we want
to thank you for the blessings of family. For the love family has for one
another, even when we do hurtful things. And for the strength that family
gives as well. For your grace and your righteousness. Bless this food for
us, God, and provide us sustenance and your continued providence. Amen."
Short, perhaps. But it contains the essential bits.

You say, "Amen."

Harriet says, "Amen." She looks up at the end of the prayer, and smiles.
"That was lovely."

Cosmo smiles and settles into his chair. "I'm quite thankful for you
both." He adjusts his tie a little bit as he takes his seat. Then watches
Zach carve that Turkey.

[Public] Delia returns.

There is a knocking upon the door, coming from the direction of Terrace
Lofts -- Landings.

Harriet shouts, "Come in!"

Delia has arrived.

Zach picks up the knife and the fork and starts to carve the turkey. When
that's done he indicates the stuffing. It is as exotic as it smells. It's
kind of a bread stuffing, but the bread's just there to make it all stick
together. "Depending on how adventurous y'all feel, you might wanna go
easy on the cranberry sauce with this stuff here. Try a little bit first
and then decide. It's got ginger, chantarell mushrooms, peppers, sour
apples, green chilis, bread, onions and a hint of garlic. I also plonked
some nice, crispy riesling in it."

<OOC> Zach sorries for late reply. Had to rescue laundry machine that was
jumping all over the place. :)

<OOC> Zach also notes that he succeded in a Cooking roll with a CD5 for
the stuffing, so there! :)

<OOC> Delia laughs.

Harriet grins at the stuffing, then Zach. "It sounds good." As Delia
enters, she stands and smiles. "Hey! Welcome back, Delia. We just started,
you know?"

Cosmo eyes the stuffing with an upraised brow. Well, as long as it tastes
good. "It sounds adventurous." He looks up as there is a knock at the door
and Delia returns. "Indeed, we just finished saying grace." He stands up
from his seat as the other lady enters.

Delia says, "I hope you don't mind the late return."

Zach turns around and smiles happily at Delia. "Welcome back Delia. Here
lemme help you out of that coat." He hurries over to do the gallant thing.

Harriet shakes her head. "Not at all. I'm just glad you could join us, you
know?" She grins, and retakes her seat, sneaking pieces of turkey, and a
big helping of stuffing, to her plate. "Sit down, dig in, enjoy!"

Delia allows Zach to help her with her coat, and then takes a seat,
smiling around at the other three.

Settling back into his seat, Cosmo takes a healthy portion of Zach's
'stuffing', some turkey, and a little bit of everything. He makes sure to
pass things around evenly, keeping the flow going smoothly. "Glad you made
it back, Delia."

Delia takes food as it is offered around, admiring the feast. "This looks
wonderful; thank you, everyone, for allowing me to join."

Zach trails after Delia to the table and sits down after having provided
her with a shotglass and that mysterious red liquid from his bottle. He
plops down on his chair and as food passes by, helps himself to bird,
stuffing, cranberry sauce -as he is definitely one for high adventure,
yams - the works. "I suppose this ain't your average typical Thanksgiving
meal, but... We live in this great, big, wonderful world for which I am
very thankful for. So I thought I'd let the stuffing bring a little hint
of that world into the most traditional of all American holidays. Here's
to the world and its endless wonders!" He raises his wine glass in a
toast.

Delia fills her wine glass, and lifts it.

"Hey, there's no 'allow' about it. You're a friend, thus you belong here,
you know?" Harriet claims shares of mashed potatoes and gravy as they
pass. At Zach's words, takes her own glass and lifts it. "Absolutely."

Cosmo raises high his own wine glass. "Indeed. It is a wonderful world.
And Delia, your prescence is more then welcome." He takes a drink of his
glass then, actually smiling at the rest of the group.

Delia sips from her glass. "Here's to the world." She smiles around at the
group.

Zach takes a drink of wine and sighs in profound contentment, green eyes
shining with joy.

Harriet wiggles happily in her chair, as she sips her own wine and just
beams at everyone. She puts her glass back down, next to the other,
smaller, one. She eyes it, and its odd liquid. "Zach," she asks with a
smile, "what exactly is this stuff you brought, you know?"

Cosmo narrows his eyes a little at the liquid as well. "Yes, I have to
confess my own curiosity." He takes a moment just to study Delia., then
back to the always-in-motion Harriet. He's eating of course while he
speaks. Small bites that are quickly disposed of.

Delia adds, "And mine."

Zach twinkles a smile at her. "It's my special home made liqueur. Main
ingredients are cherries and oranges. With just a small hint of vanilla to
smooth it off. It's perfectly safe to drink, unless Eli's been tinkering
in my closet without telling me." He grins widely. "If that's the case I
shall be very miffed that he didn't even leave a note telling me he'd been
there! Oh - and there's alcohol in it. But you knew that." A chuckles
bubbles up in him and he sniffs the liquid happily. The aroma is fruity
and full and stong. Quite pleasant, in fact. Should be safe, right?

Harriet eyes it even more dubiously. She's /had/ applejack, and it gave
her a healthy respect for all homebrewed stuff. She picks up the glass,
swirls it, and takes a tentative sip.

Delia takes a sip of the liqueur, and smiles at Zach.

Cosmo actually takes it as a shot as Zach intended. He gives a little
shake of the head and blinks his eyes. "My, that is brisk." He replies.
Though from the smile he enjoys it. "Certainly warms the belly on a cold
day. Excellent job, brother."

The liqueur is quite good. It's very strong, around 50% or so, but the
combined taste and fragrance of cherries and oranges, with that wee little
smothness of vanilla takes the bite out of it. Mmm. And if the spirit in
it is moonshine then it must be a true master who's brewed it. There is no
hint whatsoever of the more unpleasant tastes and fumes you get in in home
made booze.

Harriet smiles as the taste of the liqueur spreads through her mouth.
"This is excellent, Zach," she says warmly. "Although I don't think I'll
be doing a shot anytime soon, you know?" She looks at Cosmo, and grins,
before taking another sip of the drink. Then she puts it down, and starts
in on the food.

Zach smiles and downs his own shot, taking care to savour the taste.
"Thank you guys. I'm glad you like it. Stuff like this should always be
shared with friends. It makes it taste so much better."

Delia smiles warmly at Zach. "It's delicious, Zach; thank you."

Cosmo takes a large bite of the stuffing, savoring that taste as well. He
grins back at Harriet and offers her a wink. "And our cook on the rest has
outdone herself. Wonderful." He wipes a napkin across his mouth, then
turns to Delia. "I have to apologize for not having spoken with you
sooner. I was aware you were in town, but I have kept myself rather busy
and never made the time. Unfortunate."

Harriet smiles, and inclines her head. She'd say thank you, except that
her mouth is full. She munches happily, content to just listen to the
conversation for the moment, and occassionally wash down the food with a
sip of wine or liqueur.

Zach is also busying himself with the food. He takes his time enjoying the
tastes and textures of it all, and makes a small happy-noise when
discovering that cranberry sauce makes the most /interesting/ combo with
the stuffing.

Harriet laughs at Zach's happy-noise, and tries the unlikely combination,
as well. Her eyes widen, and she makes a surprised, but appreciative
noise. When she swallows, she says, "It's almost like fruitcake...except
actually good, you know?" and grins.

Zach chuckles and nods to Harriet. "Yeah, you're right. This little
experiment came out pretty durn well. Thanks for letting me do this," he
gestures toward the stuffing with his fork.

Delia says, "I wish I could have done more, but I was rather surprised by
the invitation."

"It's wonderful," Harriet says to Zach, as she polishes off her portion of
the stuffing. The look she turns to Delia is rather sheepish. "Sorry about
that, you know? I guess I was too...distracted to extend the invitation
earlier. I'm glad you could make it, even on such short notice, though."

Delia smiles at Harriet, warmly. "I don't mind. And yes, except for work I
have few calls on my time."

Zach mops up some of that delicious gravy with a piece of turkey and eats
in silence.

Harriet hmms, and smiles. "We really must go skating one day, you know?
It's really quite fun, and in a group, we can at least land on our rumps
in sync, if nothing else." She takes a bite of turkey and chews it
thoughtfully.

Zach laughs in amusement and peeks over at Harriet. "Are you serious? Man,
I haven't been on skates since Sonia Henie was all the rage in Hollywood!"

Harriet says, "I'm quite serious...since who?"

Delia says, "She was a famous figure skater."

Delia says, "A long time ago."

Zach nods. "Back in the twenties and thirties. She won an Olympic medal or
two, can't remember. Then she went off to Hollywood and became a movie
star."

Harriet ohs. And blinks, thinking about Things for a moment. She recovers
quickly however, and smiles. "Well, it's past time you brushed up on your
skills, you know? It's fun. You get to whoosh...when you're not on your
hindquarters," she admits.

<OOC> Zach needs to go to bed soonish. <:)

<OOC> Delia nods.

<OOC> Harriet awws and hugs. "It was much fun! We need to make Them
rearrange timezones." :)

Zach grins and finishes his meal. "Wooshing is good. I like whooshing!
Black and blue hindquarters are a different story. But if you'll agree to
apply the soothing balm, then we might have a deal m'lady." The grin
evolves into a fully fledged expression of roguish naughtiness.

Harriet chuckles, rolls her eyes playfully, and gives Delia a
do-you-believe-this-guy look. "If I agree, I fear that you'll be taking
more tumbles than is /strictly/ neccessary in reclaiming your ice-legs,
you know?"

Delia simply arches a brow and does not comment.

"I most certainly would not! I have a sense of dignity thank you very
much. Falling over repeatedly on the ice rink isn't very dignified," Zach
states with much wounded masculie pride. Yeah right.

Harriet isn't buying it for a second. She decides to copy a page from
Delia's book, and just raise an eyebrow and refrain from comment. She does
drain the last of the liqueur, with a satisfied sigh, however.

Zach laughs and drains his wine glass. Seems the ladies are on to him, and
life is good. "Refills anyone?" he picks up the wine bottle.

Delia says, "No, thank you."

Harriet shakes her head. "Not for me, either. But thanks." She finishes
the last of her plate, leans back in her chair, and sighs happily. "I
really enjoyed this. I'm glad you all could come, you know?"

Delia finishes her dinner, in turn. "Thank you so much; it really was
delicious."

Zach fills his wine glass and hands the bottle over to Cosmo. Then he
raises a toast. "To our beautiful hostess. Thank you for inviting us over
and cooking for us. /I/ am officially stuffed!"

Delia lifts her glass in toast. "To our beautiful hostess."

Harriet blushes, and ducks her head. "I didn't do it all myself by any
means, but thank you, anyway." She smiles, and raises her glass, looking
pleased and a bit embarassed. Possibly more than a bit. When the toast is
done, she coughs and says, "Would anyone like coffee or dessert? I know
it's cruel to ask after such a big meal," her eyes sparkle, "but I /do/
have a rather nice coffee cake."

Delia says, "I am quite stuffed, I fear; but thank you."

Zach grins. "I have an extra little stomach reserved for cake. I'll help
you clear the table, hon."

Harriet nods, and starts to clear the table, with Zach's help. As she's
putting covers back on pots, she says, "If anyone wants any of this stuff
to take home, let me know. I promised to make Roger a plate, too, you
know?" She smiles, and gets out two small plates and crowns them with
coffee cake.

Delia begins helping clear away.

<OOC> Zach will from this point on slip into a state of utter
blissed-outness. He is with friends, he's been fed, he got to cook (and
the others actually LIKED it!), he's got coffee, cake and is sitting in an
artist's studio. Life can't possibly be better. :)

<OOC> Harriet laughs! "Okay, then. Sleep well, and thanks for the RP!"