(The evening after the Liminal Ball, post Sift results)

[rosewater_path]

[Everyone will recognize ROSE's voice on the Network, and will see her in their minds' eye, as though she was using Image Projection - but she's gone fully monochromatic, her voice is curiously autotuned, her hair is done up in coiled buns on either side of her head, and she's wearing a simple, pale blue dress or robe the same color as her skin and hair.]

Okay, hep cats and hoppin' kitties. You did it. Now for our end of the deal.

You and everyone we scooped out of Godzilla's Midnight Snacktime get a free ticket back to the Umbrian Vale, any Spire except Stricken Star, any time from fourteen minutes before we brought you out to fourteen days after.

Me and the Heavenly Choir have veto power, but we trust you and we owe you on this one - so we're listening.

If you need more time here to prep we can give you a little while - but the longer we wait here, the more our options on where to drop you off narrow. For every day here, shave two days off the times we can drop you off after; and two minutes off the times we can drop you off before.

I'll open a channel where you can talk to me; a channel where you can talk without me; and a channel where you can vote.

((OOC: voting will close at 11:59 PM CST on 1/9; a fresh Jaunt plotting post will go up immediately thereafter, and the Jaunt will resume sometime on the evening of 1/10.))

Comments

[failgoyle]

I mean, with all the psychic stuff going down, my jumpiness could be catching.

[desperate_times_right]

I already both killed someone and got murdered so I don't see how I can make things worse for myself.

[failgoyle]

If there's one thing I've found, it's that things can always get worse. Always. Saying otherwise is pretty much inviting things to blow up.

[desperate_times_right]

Okay, to be fair I haven't blown anything up that way yet.

[failgoyle]

But there's an operative word there. "Yet."

[desperate_times_right]

What can I say, I'm talented at explosions.

[failgoyle]

Have you thought about taking up a less explodey talent? Like knitting?

[desperate_times_right]

I'm not that old!

[failgoyle]

Knitting can be enjoyed by people of all ages!

[desperate_times_right]

Yes, well.

[Sorry, dude, you're all babies and she's sensitive about it]

Not as useful at the moment.

[failgoyle]

Well, I mean, people here need, uh, blankets and stuff? So it would be, um, kind of useful? In that context? Not like knitting beer cozies or Speedos.

[desperate_times_right]

I don't think we've really got time to knit a blanket for these guys.

[failgoyle]

If you used, like...really big, fat yarn and big, fat needles, you could scale up production size and speed, you could probably manage one in your downtime. I've seen that kind of shit all over Instagram.

[desperate_times_right]

Okay, first of all that sounds horrifying. Secondly, I'm not really the sitting still type.

[failgoyle]

What, it's just a chunky blanket, not like it's made with anything too weird other than giant yarn.

And there's nothing wrong with sitting still; relaxation is important!

[desperate_times_right]

Huge knitting needles? No thanks.

I wish it actually took work to climb things here.

[failgoyle]

I wouldn't know; nothing's taken much work for me to climb for years, even before coming here. It's one of the maybe two things I'm actually any good at.

[desperate_times_right]

I'm good at it too, but it doesn't work off any of your nervous energy if you're not tired afterward.

[failgoyle]

Bold of you to assume the nervous energy ever truly leaves me.

[desperate_times_right]

... Okay, good point. I meant for me.

[failgoyle]

Okay, yeah, yeah, that's fair, you might have to take up aerobics or something.

[desperate_times_right]

Ha, maybe.