From sodapop@mpcc.org Fri Mar 18 12:09:57 1994
Date: Thu, 17 Mar 1994 21:13:34 -0500 (GMT-0500)
From: Wendi Strang-Frost <sodapop@mpcc.org>
To: jason's amber campaign <shadows@umich.edu>
Subject: diary VII

	Jubal has me babysit his mother after dinner. Jubal returns.  His 
mother managed to show some brain activity while he was gone.
	I head back to my room to sleep off the headache.
	Sandr wakes me by screaming.  Gods, that little shit is noisy.  
I'd have to shoot him if we were underwater.  I go out into the hall and 
it's obvious that he's smoked the cigarette.  He's communing with some 
very unsavory spirits and seems to be bent on leaving Amber.  Not a good 
thing to do when your stoned.  So I knock his feet out from under him and 
sit on his chest until I can force feed him come conjured antidote.  
Wonder if he's smart enough to figure out why I smacked him.  I guess 
I'll find out.
	Apparently, he visited Brand in his trip.  Big question is, was 
it a trip, or was it live.  Jubal snatched a bogus Trump from him before 
he could do something stupid. That's one thing I've noticed about my 
young cousins:  They're completely raw and without seasoning.
	Cameron wanted Laughter to "check out this band of hard leather" 
after dinner.  I don't know what possessed her to use Sequence on it.  I 
had to point out her stupidity to her later.  I felt justified for the 
reason that, after she cut it in half, it looked suspiciously like one of 
Caine's daggers.  Always a good time to leave the room.  She has a good 
lab set up, if somewhat primitive.  I kill to have computers work in 
Amber.  I have got to sit down and figure out what I _can_ make work in 
Amber.  I keep hearing about this gunpowder rumor...