Open to All Investigators-Beginning of Digital Frontier Jaunt

[purseownerisme]

For those who are experiencing this for the first time, don't worry. Just keep calm and listen to this message.

If you're hearing this, you're what we call an investigator: someone who retains their memories from their home and other worlds if they have them while in a Jaunt. Some of us have blended in with the setting and are called Infiltrators; don't try and jog their memory back otherwise we'll be in a lot of trouble. They also cannot use the network we're on right now.

What we need to know now is who's not thinking they're a program and what they have noticed so far. Anything will help us try and figure out a way to solve this next issue.

Comments

[betrayedblade]

I did not say "join." People here call loosing one's memory to become someone else entirely "Infiltrating" but I would not. I would call my way infiltrating the ranks... or perhaps you might prefer the word "spying."

[backwordscompatible]

You can argue semantics all you want, but infiltrating is basically the same thing as joining up. Unless you want to stick out like a sore, glow-in-the-dark thumb.

[betrayedblade]

[He chuckled softly, it had a light, airy sound to it through the mental link.]

Very well. But I think you would be surprised then by my tactics were I to use them instead of asking for your help in a disguise. Unfortunately, I do not see how to change these garish armaments. But if you can then I will not have to rely on other, harder skills to implement in this place. [Stupid glowing lines. He could sneak around in white all day long but this was just ridiculous even for him.]

[backwordscompatible]

Hey, I'll be the first to admit that this whole, crazy adventure had been one surprise after another.

But, unfortunately, I'm...not so sure about relying on my magic here. I mean, what happens if the spell runs out and I'm not around to recharge it? Too risky.

[betrayedblade]

Hmm. How long do you think one would last? Is there any way to ensure an exact time table?

[backwordscompatible]

Nope.

[She wasn't even going to pretend she could. Back home? Maybe. Certain spells she'd been practicing long enough to get a good idea. But things were different in this world. Even without the possible influence of the Trumps.]

Sorry.

[betrayedblade]

[Giovanni frowned over wherever the hell he was for this conversation. That was a tad disappointing.

But, he didn't know magic. He would not argue.]

I see. A pity.

Would you still be willing to try? Even a moment would be enough.

[Or maybe he just wants to see you preform magic.]

[backwordscompatible]

Yeah, sure. I don't see why not.

What sector are you in?

[betrayedblade]

I believe still the initial one, though I have wondered off away from the structure we awoke in. That is to say: G10. Did you already run off?

[You did, didn't you?]

[backwordscompatible]

Maybe.

[Yes]

It shouldn't take me long to find my way back, though.

[betrayedblade]

[He's not surprised, really.]

Or I could come to you. Away from the crowd of people gathered there might be for the best. [Minus the might. Also, he can track you if it comes down to it.]

[backwordscompatible]

The crowds still that thick?

...actually, no, never mind. Good call. I'm in the next sector over.

[betrayedblade]

G9 or H10? [...] North or East?

[backwordscompatible]

Oh. Right. Sorry.

Uh...East.

[betrayedblade]

...I'll look in that direction first.

[He sounds amused by her hesitance. And not at all surprised that she may not even be certain in her answer. And perfectly okay with having to track her down in whatever direction she had ended up going.]