I'm feeling a bit better with some food inside me. The Diran used her bolt-gun thing to harpoon a couple of fish. (She was carrying on as though she was the first who ever thought of it, too. I wonder if that would work for rabbits? She didn't want to lose her bolts ( Read more... )

I'm a city dweller. I hate the dimension I'm in now. It's disgusting. It's smelly and muddy and what passes for a road will suck the shoes off your feet. Animals pull carts here, and you can tell that from the roads, too.

I'm also traveling through the place with a Diran. That ought to mean that anything dangerous would be dead before it could ( Read more... )

Normally I've got some idea of what a gig-site is like before we start out, but this is different. I collected the Diran in LA. No, I liased with her, and asked her to return to Sunnydale by portal - it was the Master's orders. It's ordinarily a messy trip. That portal has a small, shallow bog at the Sunnydale end. You go through and then squelch ( Read more... )

The humans are having something called Christmas. There are groups of them singing in the street, but they don't dance and nothing else happens to them. This is a dull dimension, sometimes.

We've been moving around the multiverse for most of the earth-summer, but it wasn't on Gigs. Not what I call Gigs, anyway. We need to find out what Zranth are up to, and they're much more experienced at having wars than we are.

Then the Master suddenly realized that he hadn't updated his Journal properly for ages. The internet-thing wasn't ( Read more... )

Hey, it looks like the Master set me up to be his answering service! I don't mind, it's lonely in this dimension. I wonder if I could meet someone through those adverts?

My Master got a call that some special supplies for the Queen were ready. He sent me to pick them up ( Read more... )