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Sometimes, you need an old friend.
Monday, 7 April 2014 20:00Bus fare is 50 dollars, with a transfer, to the Rez. Jordan’s always had money, so I can ask her for some once I get there. I hate the bus, though. No matter how clean are when you get on, you always get off smelling of puke soaked saw dust, or the stuff they use to clean it. The one nice thing about being a warrior is I never have to worry about not having an empty seat next to me. Not that I need the legroom, anymore…
Anymore. Hah. Admit it, I never needed it to begin with.
( Having someone I can talk to like that is... nice )
We spent time catching up, talking about what’d happened in the sept since she left for the Rez. Pizza arrived, and it was like the Grandmother herself brought it from Summercountry. Best pizza I’d ever had. Most amazing pizza. I also took a shower, and took Jordan’s advice. Tried shaving. That… took a while. It feels nice, but geeze, doing that frequently? And the number of razors you’d go through. No one else in the Lake does, that I’m aware (and Jordan didn’t, when she lived there, either). I slept on the sofa. Things got… weird. Weirder. Things got weirder.
( Someone went in my head. What. The. Hell. )
I was up before Jordan, and started putting together breakfast. Having a fridge is nice. I mean, it’s out of rhythm with the grandmother, but you don’t have to dry everything to make it last. Got to thinking about old times, and how it was probably hard on Jordan, too. About then, she finished her shower and came out. I asked Jordan if she’d had anything weird about her dreams. Nothing.
( The next day with an old friend. Oh, god, more shopping. )
Before heading back, I gave a call to Tail-Eater, making sure he was there. He is. I suspect him above all others, for tampering in my dreams. I was too suspicious when I asked my questions about nephandi last time, and he decided to look inside my mind. This is the most sensible explanation. Now it’s a long bus ride back.
Anymore. Hah. Admit it, I never needed it to begin with.
( Having someone I can talk to like that is... nice )
We spent time catching up, talking about what’d happened in the sept since she left for the Rez. Pizza arrived, and it was like the Grandmother herself brought it from Summercountry. Best pizza I’d ever had. Most amazing pizza. I also took a shower, and took Jordan’s advice. Tried shaving. That… took a while. It feels nice, but geeze, doing that frequently? And the number of razors you’d go through. No one else in the Lake does, that I’m aware (and Jordan didn’t, when she lived there, either). I slept on the sofa. Things got… weird. Weirder. Things got weirder.
( Someone went in my head. What. The. Hell. )
I was up before Jordan, and started putting together breakfast. Having a fridge is nice. I mean, it’s out of rhythm with the grandmother, but you don’t have to dry everything to make it last. Got to thinking about old times, and how it was probably hard on Jordan, too. About then, she finished her shower and came out. I asked Jordan if she’d had anything weird about her dreams. Nothing.
( The next day with an old friend. Oh, god, more shopping. )
Before heading back, I gave a call to Tail-Eater, making sure he was there. He is. I suspect him above all others, for tampering in my dreams. I was too suspicious when I asked my questions about nephandi last time, and he decided to look inside my mind. This is the most sensible explanation. Now it’s a long bus ride back.
