A tactful time after Rose's yelling session...

[truerevelation]

Alright.

So ... I ain't gotta tell anyone where we are this time, and from the stuff people were sayin' on the network, returning here ain't the biggest surprise anyone's ever had. Even if we did get the red carpet bit... Yeah, this is Questing Country - magical kinda Liminal Space dreamland. The Oracles over at the table are the best guys to ask about what this place is.

But I figure we still need to work out who is and isn't actually us. Except, uh. Wash.

[That was psychic shouting and his ears are still ringing from it somehow, OK.]

So this is Kanji checking in. Give us a yell if you're hearing this? How you're doing, all that stuff. Or if you've got powers up and goin' here... anyone else been species switched, too?

...But, uh. If you see a guy who looks like my plain Hecatite form, that ain't me. That's my old overlay, and I think he wanted his powers back or something. Hell if I know what mine are right now.

The day (or night) after the party

[amadine]

Here's something interesting, for those keeping track: however recognizable we might be as Infiltrators, our overlays don't necessarily look at all the same when we're not at home. And I'm not speaking of the more obvious changes, like those who possess someone of a different species entirely.

The last time we visited this world, the woman I Infiltrated as had a sister. Still has, in point of fact, but she doesn't look a damn thing like the Traveler who last played her this time around.