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olna_jenn, I added a few more lines to the end of this and tweaked the time notations a bit. It should help.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The events of this story take place shortly after the end of game session 2. As I have not yet written the rest of the Diary entries corresponding to this, I do not have the calendar available and cannot say on which days this takes place. Consider this semi-canonical at best until it is either nailed down in time or utterly contradicted by actual game events. Now, on with our story.
London – 1936
First day back from Oz
Mid-day
I didn't like London when I first got here. I like it even less now.
We've been in Oz for a good while now. I'm not sure how long. I don't even know if time runs the same way there that it does in our world. Magic's a funny thing. It does look like we've only been away a short time, though. I'll admit, I was half expecting to find that seven years had passed in a single night, but Oz isn't that sort of fairyland. It's just that after what I saw in the lands of Ev and Oz, every single vile, cruel, harsh, or uncivilized aspect of modern London stands out in sharp relief.
Thank Heaven I'm not going to be here long. After what we saw of the Prufrocks' plans for Oz – and possibly the other fairy lands as well – we've decided to gather what resources we can to oppose them. I believe I can make a reasonable case for involving the RCMP in this. It won't be easy, but if I'm on loan to direct Crown service for the purpose of thwarting a potential danger to the entire British Empire, I believe I can persuade Inspector Moore to loan me some more Mounties to assist. I'll admit, I'm not relying on the strength of the argument here. After what happened in Oz- well. There's something very different going on. I don't know how else to describe it, but. . . all I can really say is that I think if I need it enough, and if it's true – even if it's completely improbable, or all but impossible – then I think he'll believe me. Whether he wants to or not. It worked with Dorothy.
Anyway, that's in the future. Right now the important thing is for us to marshal our resources as quickly as possible. The dirigible takes too long, so Miss Poppins is taking each of the League members home via painting, one at a time. She's at the Tate now with Cranston, looking for paintings of New York City. I'm not looking forward to it, but I don't think I have a choice.
London – 1936
First day back from Oz
Evening
I AM NOT DOING THAT AGAIN.
EVER.
Dawson City – 1936
Second Day Back from Oz
Morning
The infernal woman would take my dog through the painting just to make sure I agreed to follow!
I suppose I ought to thank her. She did manage to find me in time. Still –
Excuse me. I need a few minutes to calm down a bit before I explain exactly what happened at the Tate yesterday.
Dawson City
Second Day Back from Oz
Later in the Morning
All right, that's better, but she's still not getting her hands on Prince again if I can help it. I don't really know how to describe what happened yesterday, but I'll do my best. It’s not as if it makes any sense that I can discern anyway. . .
Having already dropped off Cranston and Hugo, Miss Poppins informed me that it was my turn to go next. Apparently she'd located a suitable painting in the Tate galleries. I didn't ask her how she knew it was suitable. The less I knew about such things, the better, as far as I was concerned. All that mattered was that it'd be over in a few minutes, and Prince and I would be back in the Yukon for however long it took.
I'm pretty sure Prince is the only dog to be allowed into all of London's major museums and galleries. We'd been to all the others during the time between Glasgow and the arrival of the fairies. Never did get around to the Tate, though – it's a pity, really. Louise would've loved it. She'd have loved a lot of London, I think. . . but that's beside the point. The gallery guards didn't seem to know what to make of a husky who probably outweighed them. They did have enough sense to recognize my uniform. Once that happened we had no trouble at all.
olna_jenn, I added a few more lines to the end of this and tweaked the time notations a bit. It should help.AUTHOR'S NOTE: The events of this story take place shortly after the end of game session 2. As I have not yet written the rest of the Diary entries corresponding to this, I do not have the calendar available and cannot say on which days this takes place. Consider this semi-canonical at best until it is either nailed down in time or utterly contradicted by actual game events. Now, on with our story.
London – 1936
First day back from Oz
Mid-day
I didn't like London when I first got here. I like it even less now.
We've been in Oz for a good while now. I'm not sure how long. I don't even know if time runs the same way there that it does in our world. Magic's a funny thing. It does look like we've only been away a short time, though. I'll admit, I was half expecting to find that seven years had passed in a single night, but Oz isn't that sort of fairyland. It's just that after what I saw in the lands of Ev and Oz, every single vile, cruel, harsh, or uncivilized aspect of modern London stands out in sharp relief.
Thank Heaven I'm not going to be here long. After what we saw of the Prufrocks' plans for Oz – and possibly the other fairy lands as well – we've decided to gather what resources we can to oppose them. I believe I can make a reasonable case for involving the RCMP in this. It won't be easy, but if I'm on loan to direct Crown service for the purpose of thwarting a potential danger to the entire British Empire, I believe I can persuade Inspector Moore to loan me some more Mounties to assist. I'll admit, I'm not relying on the strength of the argument here. After what happened in Oz- well. There's something very different going on. I don't know how else to describe it, but. . . all I can really say is that I think if I need it enough, and if it's true – even if it's completely improbable, or all but impossible – then I think he'll believe me. Whether he wants to or not. It worked with Dorothy.
Anyway, that's in the future. Right now the important thing is for us to marshal our resources as quickly as possible. The dirigible takes too long, so Miss Poppins is taking each of the League members home via painting, one at a time. She's at the Tate now with Cranston, looking for paintings of New York City. I'm not looking forward to it, but I don't think I have a choice.
London – 1936
First day back from Oz
Evening
I AM NOT DOING THAT AGAIN.
EVER.
Dawson City – 1936
Second Day Back from Oz
Morning
The infernal woman would take my dog through the painting just to make sure I agreed to follow!
I suppose I ought to thank her. She did manage to find me in time. Still –
Excuse me. I need a few minutes to calm down a bit before I explain exactly what happened at the Tate yesterday.
Dawson City
Second Day Back from Oz
Later in the Morning
All right, that's better, but she's still not getting her hands on Prince again if I can help it. I don't really know how to describe what happened yesterday, but I'll do my best. It’s not as if it makes any sense that I can discern anyway. . .
Having already dropped off Cranston and Hugo, Miss Poppins informed me that it was my turn to go next. Apparently she'd located a suitable painting in the Tate galleries. I didn't ask her how she knew it was suitable. The less I knew about such things, the better, as far as I was concerned. All that mattered was that it'd be over in a few minutes, and Prince and I would be back in the Yukon for however long it took.
I'm pretty sure Prince is the only dog to be allowed into all of London's major museums and galleries. We'd been to all the others during the time between Glasgow and the arrival of the fairies. Never did get around to the Tate, though – it's a pity, really. Louise would've loved it. She'd have loved a lot of London, I think. . . but that's beside the point. The gallery guards didn't seem to know what to make of a husky who probably outweighed them. They did have enough sense to recognize my uniform. Once that happened we had no trouble at all.
