Ethan Demian Augustus: He's just relaxing in the coffee shop, physics textbook open in front of him, occasionally scribbling notes in the margins. There is a empty dish pushed off to the side, and a coffee cup in easy reach.

Ethan Demian Augustus: [You want his DD again?]

Michelle Morgan: Into the cafe she steps, sunglasses coming off...yes, this one wears sunglasses at night. Corey Hart would be proud. The woman, upon first glance, is for once mistakable...the blonde hair has been dyed black, well enough that it looks entirely natural, even the red streaks flowing through. She's wearing an outfit that is very much NOT what you would expect to see the host of the Anti-Spin in...no political T-Shirt, no full-length skirt. Her look is pure sexy goth, in a daring halterneck mini dress with cut-out diamond-shaped side panels and thigh-high PVC boots with strap back and high heels. Very different look for the rock chick, as she steps in and looks around.

Michelle Morgan: ((Naah, I got it. *S*))

Ethan Demian Augustus: Scribble. Scribble. Flip page. Pick up coffee cup. Register sexy goth chick. Michelle gets a friendly smile.

Michelle Morgan: She looks over to Ethan and smiles warmly to him, before she heads to the counter and orders a double straight espresso shot, as well as a white chocolate mocha. The drinks are paid for, and she moves to take a seat, sitting in the booth across the aisle from Ethan. "Good evening," she says as she takes a seat.

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Evening." He eyes the amount of caffiene she just brought back with a tiny shake of his head. "What did Morpheus do to you?"

Michelle Morgan: She chuckles a little bit. "Nothing, nothing...beyond not giving me enough hours in the day. More Chronos's fault then Morpheus's." A little wink.

Ethan Demian Augustus: He chuckles. "I tried that same question on this cute little snub nosed brunette about an hour ago, and I think by the time she stopped talking she was convinced I was schizophrenic." He offers her a hand. "But I'm Ethan."

Michelle Morgan: She leans across the aisle, taking the hand and shaking it. "Michelle. Nice to meet you, Ethan."

Ethan Demian Augustus: He nods. "Pleasure."

Michelle Morgan: She smiles a little, and glances over at the textbook. "See, now you're a brave man. You lose a lot of resale value when you mark up the books like that."

Ethan Demian Augustus: He glances over at the book, making another quick note in the margin and then taking another sip of coffee.

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Consideration of resale value would involve intent to give it up. I may need for reference later. You always build on the basics."

Michelle Morgan: "Ahh, so it's not a class you're taking just to get your science requirement out of the way." A bit of a grin.

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Not at all." He smiles. "I'm taking the semester off, but I picked up a few books to review so I don't go back and find my brain's turned to mush."

Michelle Morgan: "Makes sense." She nods. "What are you majoring in?"

Ethan Demian Augustus: He grins. "Philosophy."

Michelle Morgan: "Ah-ha." She smiles. "That's a hell of a major. Teaching, I assume?"

Ethan Demian Augustus: "With the fallback option of rocket science."

Michelle Morgan: "Hey, as long as we're not talking rockets as in guided ballistic missile systems, it's all good with me." She chuckles, picking up the double shot. "What brought you to philosophy as a life path?"

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Religion fascinates me. How people define morality, how they come to terms with death, how they approach the infinite. It's amazing when you break it down just how universal some truths are."

Michelle Morgan: She nods. "No argument there. Just goes to show how we all come from the same place...for some of us, it's just a matter of getting back there." She gives him a warm smile and downs the expresso.

Ethan Demian Augustus: He smiles back. "What about you? What do you do when you aren't discussing universal truth with strange men?" He finishes his coffee and shifts carefully so that he's facing her, one arm braced on the table.

Michelle Morgan: "I sing, and when I'm not doing that, I shove my liberal beliefs down the throat of anyone who's tuned into Air America radio while my show's on." She grins and shrugs a bit.

Ethan Demian Augustus: He chuckles. "Ohhhhhhh...sounds like fun."

Michelle Morgan: "It's got it's joys." A chuckle from the dark-haired woman. "Got it's headaches, too. But I'd go nuts if I wasn't doing it."

Ethan Demian Augustus: "That's good. Not enough people do what they're passionate about and they just wither. Tragic really."

Michelle Morgan: "Yeah, so I've noticed." She sighs a little. "That's what I hope I can do, is inspire a few to break out of their self-imposed walls and avoid that whole withering thing. We all do what we can...those passionate of us. Just my part of it."

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Yeah," he says with a quiet smile. "We do."

Michelle Morgan: She watches him for a moment, head cocked slightly to the side, then smiles. "Yeah. So what are you doing doing your semester off?"

Ethan Demian Augustus: "I ah...needed some time to change perspective. A lot happened in a short period of time. I wanted to reflect before I just kept charging foward."

Michelle Morgan: "Oh?" She gives him a curious look.

Ethan Demian Augustus: There is a few seconds while he considers, and then with just a slight blush creeping in, "well, among other things, I met this guy...."

Michelle Morgan: "Ahh, I see." She nods a little bit, smiling. No scorn, of course...no derision. He could have easily said he met this girl. "That does tend to change perspectives a bit."

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Yeah." He chuckles. "Sure as hell shook my life up."

Michelle Morgan: "Yeah...I know the feeling pretty well. My significant other did the same."

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Congratulations, I think."

Michelle Morgan: "And the same back to you." She nods a little bit, smiling amicably.

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Thanks."

Michelle Morgan: "Any time." That smile becomes a slight grin, as she picks up the mocha. "So, then. Religion fascinates you...I have to ask. What religious path do you find yourself walking, if any?"

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Kind of...ecclectic. I don't have any specific focus, but I do believe there is something greater out there."

Michelle Morgan: "Makes sense. Someone who studies religion...I'm sure you've picked up parts of here and there, this religion and that, that resonate with you. I can kind of relate."

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Yeah. Pretty much. What about you?"

Michelle Morgan: "I...I guess the best you could call it is a bit of a hodge-podge myself. Like I said, I can relate. I was raised Baptist..." She winces a bit. "But found my own way. Some pagan, some Eastern philosophy, some Christian, even. Whatever sounded right."

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Cool. Religion should be about you and god. Sometimes dogma just complicates things. Ritual and tradition are important, but too much of either without knowing why...just as bad as no faith at all."

Michelle Morgan: "Well-said." She nods. "It's about what you believe, not how you believe it. That's what faith is...it's empowerment."

Ethan Demian Augustus: He nods. "Delightful meeting you, but much as I'd love to continue this...I turn into a pumpkin soon." He writes his number on a napkin and offers it to Michelle. [Because it's pushing 5am here and thereby my naptime.]

Michelle Morgan: She takes the number with a smile, and hands him a business card with her work number on it. "All right. You take care, Ethan...give me a call something. We'll get together, do more philisophical talk."

Ethan Demian Augustus: "I look forward to it." [And cut.]