Fog in the Mews is nothing unusual, but it is clinging to my skirt, dampening my skin and collecting in chilling droplets in my cleavage. I look toward Brian, but he's clearly enjoying the sight too much to lend me his coat. We walk toward Town Hall.

Everybody's heading towards the main square outside Town Hall. It's all lit up and I can hear the music already. People are chanting something...

ita! ita! ita! ita!

Hey, quick reminder: what's the addy of the site with the map of Sang Sacre?

Magic night. I've been walking again, and cat wouldn't be left behind. It's after sunset, even the afterglow has faded. A few stars are beginning to show, but there's a fog gathering.

I look around for cat and see him touching noses with a white wolf who stands foursquare over a sword in the grass. The blade gleams in the scant starlight.

I can hear chanting in the distance: ita, ita, ita

Pouring myself a big glass, I go upstairs to contemplate the closet. More chanting wafts in.

Something cold against my foot startles me awake. I stare for a few seconds at the sword, lightly covered in condensed mist. Something's ... the wolf has gone, so I suppose I should get up.

I can feel the cold of the metal even through the leather wraps as I put the sword back in the sheath.

I don't know how long I've been asleep, and that contributes to my bleariness.

As does ...

What the hell? Someone's calling me?

Hey, quick reminder: what's the addy of the site with the map of Sang Sacre?

Good catch, billytea, I'll put it in the thread description.

Hans walks into the lab. His clothes are still wet from the thunderstorm that is always outside Castle Gudanov. "I put all those things in place boss. Quite a fog out there."

"Ahhhh. Not just a fog, Hans. A breakthrough in projection technology. The fog merely provides a substrate for the projectors you deployed. I have constructed a city-sized halographic theatre out there. I think it's time for a little demo." I press the big red button to active the array of halographic projectors.

Hans scratches his head. "So what does it play?"

"Good question. Needless to say nobody supports my format yet. So I had the Castle mainframe to take recordings of the most watched TV shows in the city and perform the calcuations to interpolate the 2-D images to interactive 3-D."

As if on cue, Inga steps into the lab having overhead the very last part of the conversation. "Interactive?"

"Yes, not only will the computer play back random scenes from the shows, but it will play them back so the characters interact with the viewer. It's not as sophisticated as it sounds, it just plays it back so the viewer is substitued for a character that was in the scene. No new content or anything like that."

I'm feeling giddy and un-like myself. A little kissing, a little hugging, a little grab-ass, and I join the crowd chanting.

i-ta! i-ta! i-ta!