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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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Me, neither. Never actually seen this kinda thing anywhere. Doubt you would've, either, unless you got some special space-balloon planet out there somewhere.

Mining worlds occasionally have similar constructions, but no, nothing quite like this. That I can remember.

[It's weighted enough that the direction of her thoughts is obvious, thoush she doesn't mention Moebius aloud - or what passes for aloud here.]

Yeah. That we can remember.

[He has those same thoughts, Liara, don't worry. Especially since he's having a conversation in physical space right now that brought up the same thing.]

Though looks like we're rememberin' something, huh? Bits and pieces, anyway, unless there's somethin' really weird goin' on here.

The question is, are we remembering something that's here, or is it representative of something else? If we have seen that particular balloon before, we will have to be careful with our investigations, if we don't want to risk encountering someone who may recognize us.

[There's a momentary pause before he replies, sounding unusually bewildered for Riddick, of all people. It's also gone private.]

Too late. Phillip's infiltrated and-- shit, he thinks I'm his dad.

[There's a sensation like a distant click as she locks her own end down.]

He thinks... Well, that is incredibly awkward. Do you know who his mother is meant to be?

I got no fuckin' idea. But I'm gonna find out, he's takin' me right to her. Couldn't think of a way to get outa it.

Yes, I suppose running would be a little belated. Although I'm certain we could stage an emergency to draw you away, if you need the space to work out how to handle this.

Maybe I'll need it. Shit, I don't know a damn thing about what fathers're supposed to do.

I'm afraid I could not tell you. I didn't meet mine until I was one hundred and nine years old.

...Still, as strange as this world is, presents are probably appropriate.

I don't exactly got anything on me that I could really give a kid, Liara. Unless he'd forgive me for buyin' it for him later.

[He does still have those coins he kept from Hijikata, after all.]

I didn't expect you would have anything with you currently.

[She knows better than that, Riddick.]

I doubt he would object to being bought something when you have the chance. Assuming you wish to involve yourself, rather than distance yourself from the situation when you find the chance.

Could be useful, if I can work it. At least then I won't hafta sleep in liminal space, since no Trumps figured I needed money for a hotel room, apparently. And I got the feelin' that it might be important, havin' some good contacts in this place.

[That's if he can work it and not rouse suspicion. Which is dubious, at this point.]

Tread cautiously. And not just for your own sake - children worry when their parents behave strangely.

I'll keep an eye on things. And if it gets too hard, I'll skip out somehow or another.

[There's a pause for a few minutes, which might seem to be the end of the conversation, until Riddick comes back with the revelation:]

Well, shit. Pretty sure Vilari's the woman.

Strange, that they're both Travelers. And Travelers who would not have been present if we were here before, at that, unless time passes even more strangely in Liminal Space than we might have thought.

But out of all of us, she does make the most sense.

Well, and the captain of that damn ship is a Traveler, too, and not one of us long-timers, either. Startin' to wonder if they stick us in important positions on purpose more often than not.

[And he has no comment on Vilari "making sense" to be his in-Jaunt wife. Or girlfriend. Or sex bunny. Whatever she happens to be.]

Of course it is on purpose. It gives us some idea of where to look for our assignment.

It's only some of us, though. Don't think Phillip's a in position we oughta worry a whole lot about.

[Not to everyone at large, anyway, just him. Though that begs the question as to whether they're supposed to pay attention to that whole "previously infiltrated" thing, in addition to whatever their mission is supposed to be.]

What is his position? Leaving aside the obvious.

Pickpocket, unless I miss my guess. Also, son of a cafe owner.

[There's a brief pause.]

Who might be an assassin or alchemist somethin'. She just slipped a powder onto somebody's food.

Ah. It's going to be one of those Jaunts, then.

And apparently I get to be all wrapped up in it. Great.

[Can you feel the sarcasm, Liara? You should totally be able to feel that sarcasm.]

Guess it's better than musical doors in the desert, though.

It wasn't that bad, after they stopped shooting at us.

Are you kidding? It was boring as hell.

[He knows he solved a couple of those puzzles just because he had nothing more interesting to do.]