Post-script to Initiative Gig...

Postscript - I haven't been using the Mechanical Minion so much in this dimension, but it's still here - and still being very helpful when the Internet plays tricks like Live-Journal suddenly changing completely.

(I'm sure there was a moment there when it said it'd changed its skin? Another snake-demon? An Internet Wyrm? ) Anyway, the Mech-Min dealt with it - and the recording function is useful, too.

I'd got a good boost to the mojo from the Initiative gig but it left my body tired. (I am not old, considering - but maybe I should start being a little more careful this millenium) I'd been going full blast and Erynne had fought physically several times.

I usually change the furniture here back to what any staff expect, when we go out. When we got back after the Initiative gig I left the beds twin. Trouble was, when I did sleep there were dreams waiting. I've been through several dimensions since the portals to my home failed, and things happened in all of them.

(  I'd encountered the Initiative, or their equivalents, in the past...  )

I've seen a lot.

My clients combust when the bad feelings are too much - death can be my gift, too. Hell, it can be anybody's...

There was one dimension - I couldn't tell you how long ago, time moved differently there, but it was one of those places that could be very good or very bad - I'd ended up in a cage myself, for a while. I think I dreamed about that. Then, when we'd set out on this gig, they'd suddenly announced that we were going to be in two groups. That had some real bad vibes for me, too - after my earlier experiences with that strategy. I guess by then I was making sounds, because Erynne came over into my bed.