From sodapop@mpcc.org Sun Feb 13 12:47:19 1994
Date: Sat, 12 Feb 1994 16:34:52 -0500 (GMT-0500)
From: Wendi Strang-Frost <sodapop@mpcc.org>
To: jason's amber campaign <shadows@umich.edu>
Subject: diary IV

	Oh what a friend Cameron has in Benedict, or so I'm led to 
believe.  He didn't look nearly as certain.  I told him my card was in 
his deck, and to use it if he needed to.  Jubal wasn't around, so I let 
the Peyote Spirit leave my body in a more appropriate manner.
	I did find Jubal the next morning.  Gave him my card and told him 
to stare at it.  I wanted to make sure he could make the damn thing work 
before I surrendered it to him.  He made it work in a fashion I was 
heretofore unfamiliar with.  He wasn't in the best of moods after that, 
and since he's never failed to heal on his own, no matter how many times 
I shot him, I retired to my room.  I've decided to return to Kalevala, so 
I began my disguise with peroxide.
	I called Random before I left, I'm regressing back into 
responsibility.   Glad I did though, he said that a spell had been hung 
in Jubal's room.  That meant it was no longer there, so I returned to the 
castle and gave Jubal the card.  And then I left Amber.
	I conjured the appropriate clothing and gear along the way.  
Turned the horse loose as soon as I could get an engine to start.  
Blended into the crowds once I reached Kalevala.
	A hundred and fifty years have passed since I trashed this 
place.  Seems as though I sent the pendulum swinging back toward martial law.
The barkeep got a laugh out of the 'antique' pistol I was packing.  Got 
razzed in the poker hall for not drinking too.  Nobody cared to make an 
issue out of it however.  Pity.  I could have used a good fight, then 
again, having a trump deck handy is possibly making me a bit too cocky.  
I'm somewhere I could be easily hurt.  The memories I conjured up along 
with the pistol illustrated that in full detail.
	No rumors of Amber or Shadow among the common folk.  I made 
enough money at the table to pay for lodging, and knew what I had to 
conjure after that.  I had to get the data jack updated before I could 
hit the archives.  The stay in hospital gave me time to reflect.  I 
decided to research my past the next day.
	I have been thoroughly villified.  They left out the fact that I 
was under the influence of a perso plug.  And that before that, that I 
had written the best security codes in the galaxy. Ah, but when you need 
a scapegoat...
	Designer drugs and custom computer hardware fuel the market.  
Security systems have advanced beyond my fast understanding of them.  
Uncontrolled number sequences always bugged me.  Nothing original about 
that.
	No information about Amber or Shadow in the archives either.  If 
I had any luck, they would have forgotten the information about Shadow 
and Amber that they downloaded from my brain a hundred and fifty years ago...