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posted January 31, 2003
 
On second thought ... I go back into the bar. "Hold this," I say and hand the shovel to Pete. I take the folder Donovan gave me out of my back pocket and hand it to Alex. "It's just a rough draft. Oh. Hold on." I take it back from her, remove the sticky note with Donovan's phone number and hand it to her again. Then I run.
posted by raven | 8:26 PM
 
 
"Damn it, Pete. Look what you made me do. I needed that shovel to beat you over the head! And it's not a death wish. It's that whole destiny thing." I pick up the shovel and threaten Pete with it. "Now you know this isn't my weapon of choice, but I've been known to use a shovel very effectively in combat. And stay out of my holes. I like them deep." Realizing this has gotten way out of hand, I leave the bar, with the shovel, with every intention of making it back to Penelope's place without further delays. As soon as I get outside, I want to do some kind of effect that will make it impossible or very difficult for Alex to follow me, either make her believe I'm not there with Mind or find a route she isn't likely to take. (Entropy, I guess. Does any of that make sense?)
posted by raven | 7:38 PM
 
 
Pete laughs then produces a shovel out of, well, nowhere, and drops it on the ground.


"You might this a little more, dude. That's some kind of hole you're digging, even for someone with a death wish."


Alex, you notice a shovel pop out in front of you and clatter to the ground.
 
posted January 30, 2003
 
"I told you. There's somewhere else I need to be tonight. I don't need your help for that." Aside, I whisper, "Pete, shut up. I can hear you snickering already." To Alex, I continue, "I have a death to die, and I'd really rather not get you involved in that. It could be messy. And no one made me God. I am God. I just don't want to be, and that's what started this whole fucking mess in the first place. Tomorrow good for you? How 'bout we meet back here at six?"
posted by raven | 11:01 PM
 
posted January 29, 2003
 
I drain the rest of my drink and stand up. "Okay. Maybe I'll see you later then." I head towards the door.
posted by raven | 10:17 PM
 
 
I laugh. "Me? Euthanatos? Ha, they wish." I take a long sip from the new drink. "I forgot that I don't drink mudslides any more because they have ice cream in them, and ice cream comes from ice cream cows, and I'm a vegetarian. So I gave the mudslide to Pete. I found where the unicorn went, maybe. But I definitely found where the head snatcher used to live. It had some kind of protective spell around it that hurt my eyes and kept Pete from following me. I figured maybe we could go back and experiment, see if you had the same reaction I did and if your Avatar stays with you. But ... but there's really somewhere else I should be right now. So let's make this short. Anything interesting happen to you today?"
posted by raven | 7:21 PM
 
 
A drink slides down the bar, stopping just short of the mudslide. Pete looks at his drink wistfully.
 
posted January 28, 2003
 
"Hey! Wait! Can I get a rum and coke before you run away?"
posted by raven | 11:10 PM
 
 
Elliott looks at the both of you, looks at the mudslide, looks back at you, then moves over to the other side of the bar. Quickly. Murmuring something about "her friends."
 
 
"I was busy having an allergic reaction to entropic magic while searching for unicorns."
posted by raven | 6:16 PM