[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

[sparkstriker]

Probably because my hair isn't violet. [This is the snarkiest she can get with her mental voice. Which is really snarky.]

[fathomsbeloww]

Well, it ain't far off, neither.

[She had white hair, white as her skin, white as bleached bones. But this lady still looks like her. A lot. And the pink is very near the color of the sister's burning eyes.]

This is nofin like my last vision a her.

[He finds her, finds the splash of pink like a cluster of abalone, and slithers diagonal through the space and orients himself upright next to her. He doesn't seemed disturbed by the unconventional gravity; it's easy for him to think in three dimensions plus, his spatial brain built to hand the depth and invisible currents of the see. His earfins are flared, and he looks drab and nervous in neat grey secondhand suit. He came into liminal space through the beach, but it's already dry.]

So's this not a toxic fever dream? Didn't figure those came with people answerin questions.

[sparkstriker]

[Her snort may or may not have made it to the network, but in person, it's definitely there.]

Let's get this straight: I'm real, this is all real-- as real as something can get at least.

I used to be like you, but I've been doing this long enough to know that this is not an elaborate dream. It's best to understand that right now, before you do something stupid in the hopes of waking up.

[fathomsbeloww]

Dunno about you, but my dreams tend to have a lot more screamin than this. I aint tryin to wake up. I just wanna be shore I aint reely chokin on pescicides or anyfin.

[Unfortunately, nervousness increases his use of terrible fishpuns considerably.]

If it's real, how come nobody has horns?

[sparkstriker]

That's probably because we're all from different worlds.

[Yep, there's that snark again, this time sharper than before because they're speaking in person. She tries to keep a lot of it out of the network.]