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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: 2003-07-08 06:29 pm (UTC)*rubs at her forehad, back of her
neck*
*thinks to herself*
We need to get moving...what's taking him
so long?
SheThey need us back home!Oh,this is no good. Don't want to go out with
vampires and evil twins around.
*picks up CD Sweet bought her.*
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Date: 2003-07-08 06:31 pm (UTC)*whispers to Erynne, telepathically*
Yes. Go listen. Forget about your
worries...just let everything go, you
don't need to think about it now...
*smirks, showing fangs*
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Date: 2003-07-08 06:44 pm (UTC)*touches metal side, pulls fingers away*
How are you feeling? You look tired...want to
take a break? Could put some music on, if that's
all right.
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Date: 2003-07-08 06:45 pm (UTC)OK, Erynne, it won't be long now - then shall we go out to eat? I should have got that Dragon's Greed place to deliver.... *turns away from you again, looking at the bags* Did you say you'd bought coke?
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Date: 2003-07-08 06:56 pm (UTC)Yes, there's a six-pack of cans over there.
*shuts eyes for a second, wincing*
*picks up portal disk*
*inserts it into player, hits switch*
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Date: 2003-07-08 08:09 pm (UTC)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 ...
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Date: 2003-07-08 08:19 pm (UTC)*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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Date: 2003-07-08 08:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-08 08:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-14 11:36 am (UTC).