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[Is it possibly for a mental voice to sound giddy? Because there's a distinct giddy tinge to By's thoughts, for all that his words come out with his normal, lazy, lightly Russian-accented drawl.]

Byerly Vorrutyer here. We're on Earth, pre-spaceflight, although someone who isn't me will need to get a better read on the actual date and location. Linguistically, it's a hodgepodge. I can hear archaic Russian, a whole host of Asiatic and Romance languages, and something else I can't quite place.

If you can "hear" this, check in. We need to know who we've got to work with.

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Yes, well, the whole 'half of us Instigate, half of us Infiltrate' pattern does seem to be holding.

There's usually a pattern?

In that it's always about half and half. There's not a pattern for the whims of the trumps on who they choose to Infiltrate.

That just seems weird. This whole thing is weird.

[He sounds frustrated if that's even possible as a voice in someones head]

[Can you sigh in someone's head? Seems like it.]

It is. But we're stuck playing this game, so we'll have to do our best to work with what we've got.

[Pretty obvious he's a newbie isn't it?]

I've had more than my fill of games at this point. Especially those that aren't winnable.

The alternative is... well, whatever Baba and Yaga are off doing, which I'd rather not think too much about quite just yet.

And it's not unwinnable. We just haven't figured out how we're going to win the Jaunt yet--which isn't surprising, as we haven't been here long.

Baba and Yaga?

See I took that to mean the whole pinball hell and this place and well whatever came before or comes after was a game to these Trumps. I have friends that have been doing this a long time now. It seems like an unwinnable game from where I'm standing.

Two ladies from earlier, whose plan seems to be to purposely not help out with the Jaunt. Since neither of them gave their names, I nicknamed them, after warning them first.

Are you looking to sit this one out too?

[He can only hope that's all they're doing.]

Oh. I haven't been paying much attention unless it sounded like it was part of this conversation.

[There's that feeling of a sigh again]

As much as I would want to, actually working to figure it out seems like the fastest way to getting my friends that infiltrated back to normal.

In which case I still don't have much beyond the fashion I'm wearing has not been standard fair in a real long time. Anyone find a calendar yet?

Malik did. It's 1896 according to him, although they're possibly using a different calendar.

What? Aw come one how are we supposed to blend in with that sort of a time gap?

[So it turns out that you can chuckle in someone's head.]

I don't know how you're going to do it, but count yourself lucky you don't have eleven-hundred years to overcome.

... unless you do?

[No. Probably not. Nobody seems to be from his point in time yet.]

[Don't do that it's creepy.]

More like a hundred and fifteen, but that's still a lot.

Wait eleven hundred years? Dude, you live in outer space or something too?

Currently yes. Cordonnah Station, which orbits Jackson's Whole. How does that ancient proverb go? 'A more wretched hive of scum and villany, etc." Still it's... not actually home, but it's not a bad place to live if you're in with the station's current rulers, which I am.

But that's only the last year. Prior to that I lived on a planet, just not this one.

...Okay. I guess I shouldn't be surprised all things considering. Jackson's Whole? Never heard of it. But I have no idea, I've never been good with proverbs, that was other people's thing. I did the ideas.

I'm not surprised you haven't. If you're from the twenty-first century, I doubt they've discovered wormhole travel yet.

The thing about Jackson's Whole is that there are no laws whatsoever. Everything's legal, including things that any sane planet would outlaw. So the planet itself attracts a lot of unsavory people. The people I live with--my girlfriend's family--are about as nice as people get on the Whole and they're still utterly ruthless.

Yeah we're still orbiting the planet in 2011.

Um so I'll just uh...I'm not sure what to say I guess to that.

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The same way we were supposed to blend in inside a computer, Hanamura. Fake it till you make it.

What computer? I wasn't in a computer Konishi-san. EVER

I know. You missed the Grid, and Naoto's revolution, and my side career in bomb disposal.

As far as I know, this is about as much preparation as we ever get, considering it's an anomaly that Daneel-san's got something to do in this world and knows who he is. I ended up on the other side of things the last two in a row, but I can't imagine Purgatory or a literal dream world were any easier to get the hang of for everyone investigating.

[Interrupting detective? Interrupting detective; Adachi can't help but overhear Naoki being... well, Naoki.]

Aw, c'mon Naoki-kun; don't terrorize the new kid before things even get started.

Hanamura-kun, right? Don't overthink these things at first; just act natural. Most of the random populace just ignore us unless we're doing something really stupid.

I'm not terrorising him, Adachi-san. I'm telling it like it is.

Oh, so terrorizing him with kindness. Got it.

I kid, but this is kind of overwhelming. Go a little easier on him.