From sodapop@us.itd.umich.edu Thu Sep 8 16:33:37 1994 Date: Thu, 1 Sep 1994 22:41:30 -0400 (EDT) From: Wendi Strang-Frost To: jason's amber Subject: Archimedes diary (as glared.) Diary 20 I don't believe Oberon just walked into the dining hall. Jesus fucking Christ, this ghost thing has gone too far. If Sandr thinks Brand was bad, he ain't seen nothing yet. The kind of torture Oberon utilizes doesn't leave any marks, or so I've heard. It was all I could do not to take Laughter's hand when he entered the room, the conversation I had had with Random a few hours earlier swirling back into mind. "Oberon objected" I believe were the exact words. In my perfect world the dead don't object to anything. Of course they don't exactly get up and walk around either. Well, the center will hold, or it will fall apart. It is most certainly out of my hands now, not that it ever was in them in the first place. And I hadn't even recovered from my idiocy of a few hours earlier. My only consolation was that Fiona and Random where just as stupid as I was. Yep, that makes me feel much better. I really think someone should say to Oberon, "Say, I think Brand has the Jewel. Why don't you just pop off and retrieve it from him. Suits my purposes just fine. Let the two nuts deal with each other. If Oberon says one thing about Laughter, I'm washing my hands of the entire court. Bad enough that after 200 hundred years Random steps in and tries to play 'dad' with me based on one of Oberon's edicts. Hell, you hated him more that the others did, you hypocrite bastard. Oberon's the only fucking thing that Laughter and I have in common anyway. I hope what's his face is soaking all this in. Maybe he'll learn his lesson early and get the hell out. I'm not long for Amber if Oberon is back to stay. Not that anyone else will be either. It shouldn't take my cousins long to discover the old bastard's exemplary people skills. Those that live through them should bail soon enough. Oberon barely had love for his own children. He shouldn't give a piss about his grandchildren. No one truly does. I haven't even visited my mother's grave yet.