Notes and observations

[multaekappae]

 Hunter tilted his head to the side. "Have to?" he inquired. "What, does the 8th dimension need a signed copy of 'I Have no Muzzle but I must Whinny' ?"

Ako frowned, trying to read the hastily written script on the notepad. What she read neither made sense nor didn't... it was somehow in-between.

'Blue feels like three, four is more yellow-ish. Down on his luck writer, confronted by dimensional traveler... leaps at the opportunity or coyly makes the aliens drag him? Either way, hijinks ensue. ... hijinks, cajole, rigamarole, casserole... burning heat of a Los Pegasus night, like trying to nudge a hot baking dish when you just lost your last potholder...'

The first lines on the current page seemed to be a description of the experience of eating a jelly sandwich, but interspersed amongst the inane and the rambling were insights and observations... including something about following a pair of llamas...

'...makes no sense, classic brow ridge from illustrations of the Inkans, but none have been seen in nearly a thousand years, like they all disappeared overnight. *note this* Perhaps returned to home dimension? Why? Meteor strike? Why come back now? A new disaster? Warnings, harbingers, doombringers, or simple stupid coincidence?'

The gryphon's eyes narrowed.

The unicorn mournfully examined an empty cigarette case. "Hmm, out of supplies. Maybe a cup of coffee would be a good idea..."

'Coffee, caffeine, roasted nut beans, kavhe, cafee, the dark bitter mistress of inspiration, liquid sleep, jolt juice, java, kava-kava...'