[Open Broadcast]

[protect_and_serve]

Who: Everyone on the telepathic network (which is everyone)
When: Just after the new arrivals show up.
What: Joscelin attempting to get things organized.

[There’s a lot of chatter going on, literally making it hard to hear yourself think, between veterans gossipping and speculating what the new wave of Travelers means, and accidental broadcasts by panicked new arrivals, until one hard-edged thought cuts through it all.]

Enough.

You all need to stop this before we drive ourselves insane.

Anyone with experience on the Network, I want a few organized broadcasts offering help and information to newcomers. We don’t call them Fools.

If you’re new, stay calm. No-one can overhear you unless you’re projecting. Try to divide yourselves as evenly as you can between the people giving you answers. That much is instinctive, you won’t have trouble as long as you can imagine it.

Anyone who’s been here longer and wants to speculate? Don’t do it publicly. Find your own little corners, or keep it off the network.

New telepaths. You’ll need to find someone more experienced more than anyone else does.

And everyone be ready for a new Jaunt.

Comments

[notinthecards]

No word to give. No proof they even exist, except that someone has to behind it all, no?

[Remy smiles, produces a cigarette from within his own coat with a flourish, and holds it up, in a clear "got a light?" gesture.]

But generally speaking, they don't let us get bored.

[eyes_on_fire]

[There's a second flash in crimson eyes, igniting a discreet little flame before the other's cigarette as he shrugs.]

Behind it, sure. So where'd you get the twenty-two caveat from then?

[A beat as he takes another hit, lets it out slowly.]

...How so? Because a place like this can only entertain for so long.

[notinthecards]

Superstition. Twenty-two Major Arcana in a Tarot deck. One service to each trump, and we're released. But nobody's ever done twenty-two.

[He takes a long, slow pull on his own cigarette, exhaling a precise stream of smoke into the air, and shaking his head.]

This is where we relax. Outside... back in the worlds again... that's where the real work gets done.

[eyes_on_fire]

Is that so? [Another long drag, slowly released, before he cuts the other a sidelong glance.]

What's the longest run? Because long run or not, I've yet to hear a reason for me to waste effort towards their cause during these little ventures.

[notinthecards]

That would be me and Monsieur Verreuil, with thirteen. There used to be a man who said... sixteen, I think, on the Jaunt he vanished after. He did this maybe two years?

As for the rest... if you want to relax and treat this like a vacation, feel free. Almost everywhere we go, the problems get worse until we fix them, so it's a cruise on the Titanic - but there's always some smooth sailing while the rest of us work.

Get in the way outright... well. People who do that vanish more often, and if they come back, it wasn't usually a beach they'd been visiting.