<strong>Name:</strong>Harmony<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sensate Sensoriums, Civic Festhall, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Damsel In Distress<br/><br/>The Exiled Modron known as Harmony walked down the halls of the Civic Festhall, her route predetermined by her familiarity with the layout of the building.  Her destination was one room within the group of private sensoriums set apart for the exclusive use of members of her faction, and it was one that she had reserved for her own use that morning.  There were a number of new experiences that she had become curious about experiencing after speaking with a variety of people throughout the previous day, and on this day, she intended to avail herself of the facilities, and of the Civic Festhall's expansive library of recorded sensations.  The emotional feedback of a mother's love for her child, the 'intoxicating' scent of a finely-aged Elysian wine, the 'exquisite pleasure' of a night of copulation with a succubus, followed by the 'soul-crushing' negative feedback as she attempted to feed on the soul of the donor of that particular experience the following morning, the 'painful torture' of having one's skin flayed off by demons...  These were the experiences she had selected to view that morning, during the few hours in which the room would be open to her.  She was confident that each new set of data would provide its own insight into the life that she had chosen to lead.<br/><br/>Before the construct could reach her appointed room, however, a surprising occurrence caused her to stop short.  The door to the room had been left ajar as expected, a sign that the room was unoccupied, but a person had nonetheless some rushing out from within, and taken off at a run down the hallways.  Strange and unexpected as it was, it caused the Modron to come to a complete halt, standing motionless in the hallway as she attempted to process what had happened.  What<em>had</em>happened?  The door had been left ajar, the room should have been unoccupied, but a person had come out from within.  This person was female, race indeterminate, with olive skin and dressed in some brightly-colored material, likely silk.  This person, tentatively identified as 'the unknown woman', was moving at great speed.<br/><br/>Hypothesis: The unknown woman had reserved the room for use before her own arrival.  Supporting evidence: The urgency with which she departed the room was not unfamiliar to the Modron.  Though she herself kept precise timing in all activities, others were unable to be as accurate, especially when they were caught up in the many sensations the sensoriums had to offer.  This often caused them to experience the phenomenon known as 'running late', a curious phenomenon which appeared to be so named because of the large amount of running required of those under its effects.  The possibility thus existed that the unknown woman had become enthralled by the experiences she was calling up, her timing had become inaccurate, and she was now 'running late' to her next destination.  Conflicting evidence: None.<br/><br/>Hypothesis tentatively deemed 'proven'.<br/><br/>The agate necklace the construct found on the floor of the sensorium when she entered the room provided further supporting evidence for that hypothesis.  Those who were 'in a hurry' were known to occasionally leave items behind when they departed.  This new piece of evidence caused her to stop short again as she began to contemplate other lines of thought, however.<br/><br/>The floor was not a proper place for an agate necklace.  The proper place for an agate necklace was either to be stored in a safe place, or else displayed for one of a variety of purposes, typically by hanging it around the neck of a person or a mannequin.  The agate necklace was not in its proper place.  As a Modron, a being that hailed from Mechanus, the plane of law and order, Harmony felt that this fact was...  Irritating.  Yes, that was the proper descriptor for the emotional feedback she was experiencing.  It was an irritant, for this necklace to be out of its proper place, and that irritation would affect her ability to properly absorb the data from the sensations she wished to experience.  The course of action to take, then, was clear, and the Modron wasted no time in picking up the necklace and exiting the sensorium.<br/><br/>And that was the story of how Golden Morning Radiance would soon find herself being pursued by a strange, naked woman with golden skin and a body partially made out of a variety of metals, chief among them bronze and brass.