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

[wantedittobeagame]

Yua-chan!

[Oh, that was an Adachi voice. That was a far too happy Adachi voice.]

Thisissocool! Alltheelectronicsandthelightsandthe--

[...how was he managing to mentally ramble exactly?]

[leftbehindagain]

Kanji and Naoto are both infiltrating. [If you think Naoki sounds extremely grumpy about this... well, you're right. That's his go-to planning group shot completely to hell. He was very busy operating within his comfort zone, dammit.

Oh well. Just gonna have to work past that, it seems.]

They're both on the Blue Team - didn't catch a name for it, but that'll make it easier to keep an eye on them, I hope. Red Team's called the Defenders. Kanji said they're supposed to keep things safe, but he sounded pretty upset about it and didn't specify which things, so they might be a little turned around on their priorities. Either way, Red Team and Blue Team don't seem to like each other much.

I think the Green Team's something called Cryptos? They're either as new as us or they've been out of commission for a long time, or everyone else wouldn't be so excited to see them out and about again.

That's all I've got so far. [He feels like it isn't much, but it's not too bad for a day's work, really. When you spend a year investigating a murder, you get used to watching for stuff.]

[notinthecards]

I'm still myself.

[betrayedblade]

Excuse me. They keep using that term to refer to themselves: program. What does that mean exactly? Do you know the definition in this context? I'm fairly certain mine is not correct.

[Sorry on two fronts; this is his first time to attempt this strange mental-talk thing and he's a literal Renaissance man so what the heck is a computer much less a computer program.]

[professorwolf]

I have been filled in, at least briefly... all I've really gathered is that no one has any idea what we are, and they're suspicious of us and the ones with green lights.

The ones with red lights are the most suspicious.

Oh, I'm Randolph Lyall. Biology teacher and werewolf. I haven't tried changing in here; I'm not really sure I can, to be honest. But if it helps, I have above-average senses and strength, so I could be of use there, if need be.

[prolificarse]

Will we be in trouble because attempting to jog their memory will irreparably break something, or because they'll think anyone trying to explain that they actually have another life entirely is absolutely mad?

[It's an important distinction, okay.]

[earlybird]

Who's worrying?

[ New voice in the mix, and he sounds equal parts confident and disdainful. And like he belongs in elementary school, instead. ]

The reds are definitely some kind of local police force, called Defenders. Blues are Miners. The assumption being they're digging for something.

[foreveralawn]

Um...I t-think everyone else has p-pretty much covered what I've noticed... So I'm j-just reporting in, I guess.

[backwordscompatible]

[It was the first time Zatanna had entered a Jaunt while retaining her own memories. Despite the fact that she had grown accustomed to M'gann's telepathy back home...hearing another voice in her head like this almost startled her.]

I'm still me, last time I checked. For once.

Things are a bit confusing, but so far, it sounds to me like there's something called a Grid that's in need of protecting. From who or what, I'm not sure.

[hakodate]

Still me. Haven't had the chance to find the rest of mine, though.

[Because recently he's suddenly got twice as many from home to keep track of again, and he can already feel the headache coming on.]

[abweichend]

Checking in. Unless there's something keeping them from responding Armin, Erwin, and Mai all seem to be infiltrating this time around.

[He's so salty you have no idea...

There's a pause before he puts a request of his own out there:]

...If anyone's seen any of them I'd appreciate a heads up. A location would be better.

[So he can keep an eye on them.

You know, so none of them get FUCKING MURDERED this time around.

SO. SALTY.

And now for something a little more useful, since he's had at least a bit of time to look around, and listen.]

From what I've been able to gather so far, we're dealing with a smaller designated 'safe' area and a much larger, mostly uncharted area surrounding that. Admission to the safer area seems... Regulated. Probably by the assholes in red, or whoever's in charge of giving them their orders.

[He's sensitive to that sort of setup, to say the least... And if he sounds a little bitter, it's because he most definitely is. Do they have a god damn toll to get in, too? He bets there is one. Bastards.]

[sasaeng]

I'm definitely still myself! I haven't found any good leads yet, but I'll totally report in when I get something useful.

[time for her to put those reporter investigative skills to the test, however possible.] That goes for whoever we may be looking for, too!

[seestheworld]

I'm still me. Mothman's form's been changed, but he's still himself, too. I'm thinking the Trumps probably physically changed us, too - otherwise, food might be an issue.

[turbedon]

Robin still as Robin here.

Anyone who has no idea what a computer or a program is needs a buddy for this Jaunt I think. I get the feeling this is going to be one of those 'hide to survive' rounds, based on how twitchy those Defenders are about anyone not acting 'normal'.

[bemyangel]

I'm not, and most of what I've noticed is that this place is really strange. I'm sorry that that doesn't help much.

[fuckingibuki]

[Yeah, he doesn't recognize this person, so introductions are probably in order.

He's getting better about that, at least!]

I'm still here. Ibuki Ryuunosuke, that is. I don't think we've met.

I've also kinda...not really gone out there, so I'm no help when it comes to information-gathering.