*welcomes people in*

*agrees*

I think it's the perfect night for it. This is the Harvest moon?

*agrees as long as there's lots of room so that she's not close to the edge*

*heads up to the roof to lay back and watch the moon cross the sky*

It's the harvest moon, yes, waxing and ascending. Tuesday is full...

I love this time of year.

~takes a moment to brew a pot of coffee~
~transfers to a thermos; adds a healthy amount of Godiva~

~slinks to the roof to join the party~

Oh! There you are, Infinity. Glad you're joining us. :)

~settles and stares up into the infinite sky~

Will you tell me?

I should tell a story, too. I should find the story to be written in November.

~settles to her back on the roof, borrowing Infinity's thigh for a pillow~

~points~

Orion's low to the horizon. He's always been my favourite, I think.

You should come back.  In winter.  And we can point him out right side up to you.  *nod*

Your favourite, eh?

Let me tell you a story about Orion.

Orion was a cat I owned. Truly, I must say that I've never come across a more beautiful animal. His looks were the most sinister I have ever seen on a cat. He was black and white with stunning amber eyes. The black shot down in a V over both his eyes, intersecting his pupils and  curved slowly back across his cheeks. People gasped when they saw him. Literally, he left them as stunned as if he were Infinity.

Yet he was cold. He never came around to being a poeple cat. He would allow me to pet him on occasion, but no one else could come near him. He wasn't hostile, just indifferent. Sometimes he would push his way under the covers of my bed and curl up with me and purr. But I still couldn't touch him. Always, he was just out of reach.

A short time before he died he came to me in a dream. I can say there's a logical explaination for this. I was still grieving over my previous cat and I was terribly disappointed in Orion's coldness to me. It hurt. So it wasn't surpirsing of me to dream of him.

In this dream, however, he wasn't a cat. He was a man. Tall, with pale white skin and incredible black hair. His eyes were Orion's luminous amber ones. He had black wings. He was the very image of a fallen angel.

He reached out and wrapped me in an embrace, the first time he had ever connected with me in that way. His wings curls around me. His presence was both of distant ice-cold wickedness and pure, true love.

That man became the character who has spawned the novel I'm writing.

Upside down. That's funny. I never thought of the constellations as being uspide down.

Nice image. :)

~stares up at Orion and ponders the story~

You're a lucky woman, Jen.

I've been working, and sleeping.

I have a story - my boss likes patting all the girls on the butt.

But he doesn't like me, because he stopped after two days.  Thank goodness.

*looks at Shads*

I don't think I'd like having a boss like that. Certainly, if he did it more than once he'd have to deal with me testing my karate skills out. But then I'd get fired. Heh.

As long as he doesn't do it to me, fine.  The other girls can tolerate it or not as they see fit.

But he really doesn't like me.  Suddenly I'm cleaning drains that the long timers never knew needed cleaning.  I've been up to my elbows in shit and grime.