[pre-Jaunt mingle] It's that time again

[capital_asset]

Now that everything seems to be proceeding as normal again, it's apparently also time for prophetic nightmares. Last night I dreamt of running through dusty streets past crumbling buildings, knowing that I was being hunted and that calling for help would reveal me to whatever was pursuing me. My vision was obscured by clouds of dust, and the ground was shaking badly, and there was a definite sense that whatever was chasing me was an impossible and overwhelming foe.

Given the current state of Liminal Space, it was less than comforting.

ye olde check-in

[leftbehindagain]

Who's here and what happened? Other than the sandstorm. You've probably heard it first.

[A few minutes later:]

...right, sorry, this is going to be a weird one for half-infiltrating, I can already tell. The locals are limited to four sentences of no more than six words each, but you can get a lot into six words.

This is Naoki. Or... Longstory, if you ask the locals, because I guess someone was feeling literal-minded. I'm already in town.

We should probably keep this brief, in the event of native eavesdroppers.