Londinium Calling (jaunt check-in)

[wholeheaded]

Hello everyone, Ambrose here. Well, mostly. Just doing a check-in thingy to see who's themselves-ish and where everyone is. I'm in London - sorry, Londinium - and hanging around the palace and there's a lot of hustle and bustle here. The High King is abdicating in favor of his nephew and there's gonna be a big ceremonial gizmo for that in a few weeks. Which experience tells me is the thing we will not set on fire, right?

[ okay, the Travelers haven't literally burned anything down in a while but in his mind it's still worth advising against. ]

Anyway, like I said I'm mostly here and doing the half-infiltrating thing. My overlay is Scottish and I have a pet hawk, which is...fine, it'll be fine. I'm going by Angus MacLeod.

Comments

[scarsolderthanyou]

These stupid carts are a horrible way to travel.

I might be able to get away with flying to this Londinium city place, since there's magic things around. If anyone wants a ride, just say so.

[Stone's apparently himself, though he doesn't actually say so. You all know him by now, right?]

[wholeheaded]

[ he sure does! ]

I suppose they beat walking but...yeah, flight may be more efficient. Maybe you can pass yourself off as a genius?

[scarsolderthanyou]

I'm already passing myself off as part-genius. The gray skin and funny teeth needed an explanation. Part-geniuses can still do magic things, from what I can tell.

[wholeheaded]

Oh! Yes, well, that's convenient. If you think you can get folks here faster I'd say go for it.

[scarsolderthanyou]

I can carry two or three people, though it won't necessarily be comfortable. Flying is cold and windy.

[wholeheaded]

Just gonna have to find some hearty passengers.

[scarsolderthanyou]

I think in this bunch there's going to be at least a few people willing to get carried.