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singindemonhqI 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 .
It was a suprising thing, but something about Erynne's expression told me that she wouldn't find it funny...
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 .
It was a suprising thing, but something about Erynne's expression told me that she wouldn't find it funny...
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Date: 2003-07-14 11:36 am (UTC).