With
127 done and dusted (much to his relief The Traveller was FAR better at this
than he expected), test 2 was unfortunately NOT a test - time was running out
and they needed a piece of The Uncertain Brown Portal in order to move
Hatshepsut’s Obelisk.
123
could not be classified as a DOOR really, more like an arch, but
this did not deter The Traveller. She
STILL did not realize this was NOT Dream Time.
Or maybe she did and didn’t mind.
Playing a sitar in a band going no-where was not the life she had
planned.
The Red Giraffe was not hugely pleased with
his human form - he felt LONG. And from the strange looks he was receiving,
this current disguise was a trifle too fast walker. BUT he needed to check out the arch opposite
the bus station as indicated on the Phaistos Disk (#59/60) (yip - can you
believe it, the disk actually has this on the back).
The Traveller had suggested that he try a
Gerald Format, but it felt uncomfortable and itchy.
The sudden shift
to 56 even caught the Red Giraffe by surprise.
It was obviously
an inter-dimensional backlash from a derecho. People don’t realize that such happenings
(widespread, long-lived wind storms) are actually the result of the Moorish
Darwish attempting to assail Between.
While his minions hunt for the keys with equal fervor, he attempts to
twist the immaterial nature of Between.
The Traveller double blinked at 56 but
further than that she was calm.
56 was indeed
a shocker - a dungeon door on the Roman Forum (known in some circles as Mars
Hill). This was a kink in the tale for
sure. The Traveller, without hesitation
stepped out into the milling crowd, seemingly certain of her destination. Erichs map had certainly come in handy and he
was very grateful because from here-on-out this territory was beyond his
ken. The point of course was to
backtrack to
the region of the Sof Omar Caves, where the
story first began. NOTHING would make
sense until they backtracked there.
