TM The Lamest Excuse I Ever Made.

.I don’t make excuses. “She summoned me." isn’t an excuse. The Lore that covers my Gigs makes it complete justification. “I don’t make the rules” isn’t an excuse, either, it's an explanation of sorts.

Firewalled against all who mean harm.
See the words, obey the charm.
None who may do harm may see

There was a time when I got summoned by someone that I was not going to take back with me. Not under any circumstances - any excuse not to would have done, but I believed the one I used, of course.

We classify Earth as a Hell-dimension where I come from and Operatives get treble hazard pay for Sunnydale – but dimensional portals can misroute and there are worse places.

Much worse.

Very much worse.

If I ever find out who placed my talisman in the dimension I’m remembering then I may even have a word with the D’Hoffryn about it, even though I sometimes wonder if his lot had something to do with it.

Magic worked differently, there. I kind of count on being able to teleport out of trouble, but there was no way to smoke around there even enough to check things out. Most of the native races didn’t sing, either. The portal closed for two days, leaving me stuck in a nasty place.

We'd been summoned just in time for one of the native race’s annual festivals. They had this tribe-wide orgy called “Vfrisslak Ha” – you could translate it as “Mandatory Breeding Week”. Those who didn’t cooperate were roasted on a spit and turned into the main dish at the big celebration.

Anyway, I escaped left with the Gig Team as soon as the Portal opened. At the debriefing I explained that most of the females weren’t even recognisable as girls and there was no way a cross could be fertile. The anatomy wasn’t remotely Quainoid, or Humanoid either. Hearts in their hips and brains in their spleens, weird as a clockwork Drokken. The subject was dropped.

It was years until I heard the rest. There was a whole litter that could either sing or dance born into the Deathwok Clan. Worse, at least one was a song-healer, the kind of talent that the geneshapers outcross to produce. If they ever found out then they might reshape the system and Pylea could be included in the Gig circuit - and ...

Like I said, the species there are so different there ain’t no reason ever to go there again.


OOC, my computer will have to be fixed and possibly the software will have to be reinstalled. I have asked for a hiatus but I’m trying to be up-to-date at TM before I go.