[open to all] Trump speculation + calling

[howexciting]

... Perdonatemi, I have an announcement.

I am not sure anyone else is aware of this, but the payphone by the door can connect to the Trumps. Or at least, when I attempted to call a Trump, it went through. I am not sure if all the Trumps are available for a call or not. I have heard some of them are dead, so they are likely not, at least. In truth, I am not really sure why they are allowing us to speak to them, now. We should all proceed with caution.

Further... if anyone has information on any of the Trumps that appeared this past Jaunt - The Magician, going by ROSE; The Hermit, going by SAGE; and The Devil - please, share it. I am not well versed in the mystical meanings behind the Tarot, only the cards and their numbers. The Magician is one, The Hermit nine, and the Devil fifteen. While I cannot say I know much about The Hermit, I am aware of many aspects of SAGE, as I was a Crypto this past Jaunt. I... I can tell you what little I know about him, if it would help.

... lastly, if anyone was Marked and feels comfortable coming forward with that information, I would be much obliged to hear it. Private or public, it does not concern me; I shall not come forward with that information unless you are comfortable providing it publicly. With so many Trumps amongst us, I cannot believe any of them would leave empty-handed, as it were.

Comments

[backwordscompatible]

You're Alucin's brother?

[...that actually came out a lost less restrained, given that it was her mind speaking it, not her vocal chords. Which meant the surprise was clearly audible. Mentally.]

Wait, no, we'll talk about that later. I think. If you don't mind?

[But back to the original question. Really, she should've expected this the moment she chose to speak up. It made sense people would want to know.]

Do you remember the I/O Tower in Sector I10?

[theanguissette]

Sister, and no, I do not mind. [ Yes, that might be a bit of soft amusement in her thoughts. ]

And sadly, I do not remember. I was not one of the privileged who were present on the Jaunt. I have been absent for some time.

[backwordscompatible]

...sister. Right. Sorry.

[Then it was a girl she was speaking to; telepathically, it was often difficult to tell.]

This...might take a while, then. I'm still thinking of everything in Jaunt-specific terms and locations.

For starters, we were in some place called the Grid. Not false advertising; the whole place was gridded like a game of Battleship. Completely with graphic coordinates to identify each sector. I10 was where this place called The I/O Tower could be found. When you went inside, you could speak to the Users specifically. Only these so-called Users...I'm pretty sure they were Trumps. As in Plural.

[theanguissette]

Apology accepted. [ And with that amusement out of the way, business. ]

How many?

[backwordscompatible]

Couldn't guess.

I only talked to one of them in person, and that was The Devil. He was the one who'd told me to fix the Tower in the first place. The only reason I listened was because I was under the control of something called Automata Corruption. It sucked.

[theanguissette]

How is it that you came to be marked by this Priestess, then?

[backwordscompatible]

She must have been one of the voices that spoke to me in the Tower. It's the only thing that makes sense.

[Except, so far, she was the only person to even mention The Priestess at all. Which...unnerved her almost as much as having been Marked.]

[howexciting]

... we have not seen the High Priestess anywhere, have we? I thought for sure... did you get a look at her face?

[backwordscompatible]

If I did, I don't remember. Everything happened so fast.

I'm sorry.

[theanguissette]

Can you remember anything of what was said to you? Anything at all?

[backwordscompatible]

[She had to think. She'd been allowed one question, and she'd tried to make it a vague enough one that they would have to give her something.]

I was told...

[How was it phrased, exactly?]

"You are here because your eupraxia presents more promise than your dyspraxia does threat."

Whatever that means.

[theanguissette]

[ She is silent for a moment, turning the words over in her mind. They are similar enough to the root language she has had to learn for her to glean at least some meaning from them. ]

Interesting. Thank you. While I do not yet understand what they may mean, this seems as though it will be instrumental in shedding light on the myriad mysteries presented to us by these...Trumps.

[backwordscompatible]

Are you sure about that?

It kind of sounds to me like they were just talking in circles to avoid actually answering my question.

[Which...wouldn't make that much sense, since they could simply have chosen to say 'no'. Deal or no deal.]

[theanguissette]

Perhaps, but I think the choice of words is important. There is subtlety in language that reveals much, even if the speaker does not wish to.

[backwordscompatible]

So you know what he or she was trying to say, then?

[theanguissette]

Essentially that our--or perhaps more specifically, your--action is likely to behoove the one you spoke to more than our--or your--inaction.

I cannot be sure at this juncture, but should I uncover more information that shows this in a new light, I will tell you immediately.

[backwordscompatible]

[She took a moment to silently echo the phrase to herself.]

...oh. So it was a compliment. Good.

And I'll be sure to keep a mental ear out, just in case anybody else hears anything too.