broadcast to investigators;

[blackhand]

Seems like the Trumps already want us back to work. [Oh, look, it's that one asshole everyone was probably warned about talking in your head. Congrats, Travelers, he'll make this quick.]

Those of you that are new, this is a Jaunt. We're here to investigate and fix something, so first thing's first- you need to blend in. If the people here get suspicious, we'll get blocked out of opportunities to find something, and sometimes they might even take our presence around here negatively.

[That's Garrett's way of saying "don't be an idiot and play your part or I'm going to call you a moron beyond this Jaunt." There's a sigh, but he continues.]

I'm not one for leading, someone else is going to have to take that job. Might want to sound off, just to see who all we have for this round.

Garrett, Investigator. Your turn.

Comments

[amadine]

A few days from now, I'd wager. The pavilions are sturdier than Penance Day pageantry would warrant, and no one seems bored yet, or put off by lack of wares.

[There aren't enough sharks for it to feel like home, but she's familiar enough with spectacle for the masses to gauge the type.]

If we know nothing else about the nobles here, they certainly have deep pockets.

[blackhand]

All the more opportunity for me.

[If she wants to make it a game, then he'll gladly join. Otherwise it's every man or woman for themselves.]

Not that I'm one to complain- stealing from luxury is a hobby.

[amadine]

Thieves prosper.

[The phrase sounds unfinished, and there's gravity there despite the humour. She's faithful, in her own way.]

It will be interesting to see how well.

[blackhand]

If you're good enough.

[If he trusts you? He's loyal. Faith really never played a part in his life.]

We'll have to see.

[amadine]

Those who aren't feed the rope, and the rest learn from their missteps.

[It's not that she doesn't care, it's just that this is how it's always been. Those who weep over it tend to break at the exact wrong moment.]

[blackhand]

They used to tar the hands of thieves back home if they were caught. Hence the name "blackhand." [A beat, as it's a thought that amuses him.]

We all started somewhere. I just made sure I was always the best.

[amadine]

The perversity of the Right People spans worlds, then.

[Humour, still - it's not surprising that those who thumb their noses at the law would be contrary, after all.]

And really, why do anything if you don't aim to excel.

[blackhand]

It's a cutthroat business we live in.

[There's humor, yes. Somehow thieves conversing on their own work is a rare occurrence for him. Probably because most of the thieves back home have been caught and hung by now. The Thief Taker General has been quiet ruthless over the past year.]

But I wouldn't want it any other way.

[amadine]

Only when things get fucked completely sideways. The rest, damn the throats and cut the purses.

[It's half a joking play on words, and half a testing of the water.

She's not squeamish. She's not kind, or moral, or above slitting a throat in vengeance or defense. But murder is so very often sloppy, and best steered clear of.]