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Naomi Randall - Journal

25th September 1999

Well, that's the nightclub fiasco over with...

Laurence went back to Scotland yesterday morning. Things were a little better, we even went to a party the evening before, but it was still kind of tense when he left. So how best then to tell him that I got shot yesterday...? I'm fine, no wounds, not even any scarring... part of the usefulness of being a life mage... but I still did get shot.

The drug dealer whose business we turned down decided to 'teach us a lesson' and came round with some of his goons. We all got shot, hardly surprising given they had automatic weapons, and just when we thought the fight was getting even worse the marauder who I'd had a run in with a while ago turned up and flash fried the bad guys. He may be weird, and scary, and freaky... and amazingly painful for the rest of us mages... but at least he appears to be a 'good' guy.

Jake and William decided to settle the whole thing through a certamen... to the death. I was so preoccupied worrying about Laurence that I somehow missed that little fact. The Hermetic master turned up and put a stop to it though, and he's put some kid called Jessica in charge of the chantry instead of either of them. She certainly more mature than them, that's for sure. I'm still undecided though, I have a feeling she may have been behind the whole banquet thing that was provided for Jake. It can't be a coincidence that it was her sister offering him a good deal with one hand and then slapping him in the face with the banquet with the other, can it?

Other things to worry about at the moment though. I will have to go see her at some point, seeing as I seem to have been put in charge of the dojo.

And I need to talk to Laurence as well. He seemed to accept the whole 'Hi, I'm Arthur, it's the end of the world' talk we had. Yet he doesn't seem to be able to handle the fact that it's going to be dangerous... okay, he may have every right to be pissed about the alcohol poisoning thing (bad pun?) but if he can't deal with danger in general then I'm not sure what I'm going to do.

And then there's Ellen. I know she knows there's something up, has done since I met her. But she's never asked questions. I owe her the truth. And I need friends right now...

But at the moment there are more pressing matters at hand. Anthony has got himself trapped in the Digital Web, all we have is a garbled message from him to Theo, something about him having 'found the phoenix'. Seems we now have to go into the Digital Web ourselves.

I hate computers.

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