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[singindemonhq]

I gave Percy the portal-opening CDR, told him how to use it, invited him to the wedding and wished him luck. I don't know how many of the people that we knew in the old Sunnydale had ended up here, or where they were, and neither did he.

I was on the way back to the barn when I had an idea and smoked into the back of the post office. When I checked I found a few familiar names, with addresses, so I made a list.

I got envelopes, stamps and a good supply of recordable discs, picked up some extra candy and, since then, I've been making portal disks. It's monotonous work, partly because the chants have to be split - that is, chant a couple of syllables, turn the recorder off and do something else for quite a while, turn recorder on and add a few more sounds. Otherwise the portal can open and suck you through.

Never just read a chant straight through, even to yourself, unless you plan to travel right there, right then. In the end I used every disc in the packet. It took a long time. Every chant was very carefully labeled, too. We posted them to every familiar name, by snail-mail.


I put the disk I used myself beside the recorder with the two new safety spares. By then I needed sugar, it wasn't just the energy I'd used, it was the time spent and the long monotony of the job. Erynne was bored with it, too.

I was about to suggest that we go out to eat when I thought about what could happen to Erynne if I wasn't available in an emergency. I sat back and started to add the chants that could take her a short distance, out of danger, in her original dimension. Once I thought it through, I also added the chants for the Quain dimension, spacing them syllable by syllable.

I had to leave the job between every two or three sounds, and every time I used the computer for something else Erynne looked at me with less patience.

During one break I found this .

Happy Deathday!
Your name:	Sweet; Singing Demon
You will die:	Beyond the reach of time
You will die of:	No Universe to Dance In
Username:
Created by Quill

It was a suprising thing, but something about Erynne's expression told me that she wouldn't find it funny...

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[singindemonhq.livejournal.com]

*Turns back toward you with cans of coke in both hands. Takes a couple of steps and then the clicks and truncated syllables of the portal chant start! Shouts,*

Erynne! *and leaps toward you, dropping the coke and swiping the recorder and the rest of the equipment into the harrow, onto your lap, while making a scrambling jump into the seat and landing almost on top of you, grabbing you, holding you tightly to keep you both inside the curve of the metal frame ...

[blood--moon.livejournal.com]

*equipment hits her leg, stomach*
*pushed back hard--head slams into metal*
*recorder presses against left side,
painfully*
*tries to sit up--pinned by your weight*
*player still spitting out fractured syllables*

*portal opens*

*Air seems to thicken, turns color of muddy silver,
appears liquid*

*Sheet in air begins spinning*

*Harrow is sucked into vortex*
*disappears*

*barn is left empty*

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