It's Been a Long Day

/OK, Recording/

I wish I knew where we are. I'm pretty sure that I haven't seen this place before - not recently enough to remember, anyway. One good thing, that means it's not Zranth - at least, not any part I'm familiar with.

(It's not Pylea, either - the hell-dimension where vampires sunbathe and singing demons can't smoke about. The sky's over-cast, but from the glow there's only one sun, and it's a very hot one.) I'm dreading that it's one of those horror-places where all the rules of magic and physics are changed, but I won't really know until the morning. ( the day we spent )

I was trying to take us through to Kansas by dimensional portal and it misrouted - to here. That wasn't the worst. When we came through, I thought Erynne was in the car, too. She didn't make it. I don't know whether she stayed back there. We were way outside Sunnydale, if she did she could have made out - if we hadn't led a thing with a mouthful of knives right up to her.

I kept trying to reopen the portal - any portal - to get us back. It wasn't just burn-out, I'd burned CDs to avoid that. It wasn't re-routing, either. The whole Sunnydale quadrant is out. Everything around there. I think the Hellmouth imploded or something. So I sat in the car trying to get the portal open with the humans radiating what they felt about it at me.

Percy took the gun to hunt for food. Got something, too - three or four of them, small ones, nothing I could recognise. I can eat meat but it doesn't do much for me. I think it was my second meal in 18 hours. Once I get this tired I need sugar.

( this place )

Erynne had got near enough to the car to drop her bag in the back seat. I found that after we'd had the meat, and a bag of brownies with my nickname on it, too. I may need those bad in this sugar-free zone. I ate half of the smallest. Even that helped. I think I'll be back to normal once I've slept.

I cast the mojo but there's no animal thinking it'll hunt. Just a couple that're afraid I'm a hunter. There's a trick they know on a few worlds, I'm going to try it here. Casting the mojo just for a length of fabric took about all the energy I've got left, but here it is. So, four thicknessess should hold me, fasten one end to this tree and the other to that, high enough to be clear of any beast that might jump for me.

( laments are for tomorrow )

You can't change the past - but you can change its affect on you.

Hmm, I think they call this a hammock, here - back where I was, I mean. It works and it's comf........