[Open Broadcast for Investigators]

[reachforthekey]

Who: Any and all investigators.
When: 130 AM, after everyone’s been booked and tossed in the drunk tank.
What: The start of the investigation.

I’ll give it just eight hours, then I’m breaking us out of here.

[If it’s possible for a mental voice to sound as if it’s being pressed through gritted teeth, Eren’s does, a mixture of frustration and determination that comes through loud and clear even disembodied.]

We should do a roll call. Who still remembers who they are? And… is an ace of spades just a guy who’s really good with a shovel?

Anyway, I’ll start. Eren Jaeger, Investigator. Armin Arlert, Infiltrator.

Comments

[gitanes]

I have no idea what they're thinking or why they're thinking it. I'm not psychic. Ask one of the cops if you're that interested in their opinion.

[thezerothlaw]

I have encountered robots who appear human, other than myself. Things must be judged as what they are, not what they appear to be.

Do you know of such beings?

[reachforthekey]

If I did... they probably wouldn't want me to talk about it.

[reachforthekey]

I'd probably just piss them off if I did. I don't mind that, but there's no point if it doesn't actually get us anything useful.

[reachforthekey]

It is to us, too.

Maybe there's a map somewhere?

[thezerothlaw]

I see. I would not want you to come to harm.

[nicerear]

Seems like we can scratch both of ourselves off that list, right?

[capital_asset]

I'll see what I can do.

I'm with Tim right now, but he's an infiltrator. I'm hoping I can get information about places to stay from him, especially if we're going to be here for a while.

He's mentioned something called Gravesend, but I'm not sure what that means yet. I think it might be an organization of some kind.

[moredakka]

Me? Nooooo no no, I'm not - I don't really do... talking.

[unabatedly]

I have. ...Have you?

[reachforthekey]

This is only my sixth Jaunt. I'm no good at that kind of thing.

[reachforthekey]

Someone has to try sooner or later.

So far, it looks like all the really experienced guys are infiltrators this time, except Neria. At least, I haven't heard from the others...

[reachforthekey]

See if he knows anything about an Ace of Spades, too. It's a card people are superstitious about, but that's all I know...

[reachforthekey]

The jail cell's not that different from home... but everything else is.

[reachforthekey]

Thanks.

a wild threadjack appears

[wholeheaded]

Hey, uh, sorry to interrupt but it might not all be just superstition in this world. Remy seems to believe it's some sort of marked-for-death symbol thingy. Like a black spot.

[ he'll organize this better in a bit, really. ]

[reachforthekey]

A black spot?

[wholeheaded]

Yeah, that's some kind of thing with pirates which-- isn't totally relevant but it means the same thing. The card's a sign you give someone to show that they're marked for death. But we don't know who it is.

[unabatedly]

Maker... So someone was going to die?

[unabatedly]

Well, this is my ninth, technically-- I could see about organizing us. But we'll need information first before we throw ourselves blindly around the city. And we should figure out who our friends believe they are. If nothing else, that should help us know what sort of play we're acting out.

[wholeheaded]

That's kinda what I gathered. What are the odds that we need to do... something about that?

[unabatedly]

If no one died at the scene, then our arrival has surely stopped it from happening. Or, at least, delayed it.

[creatic]

[ laughs. thank god this is all in his head or he wouldn't be able to be say anything. peace and quiet, who wants that. ]

Say, do you think if we forgot who we are we'd be able to still answer you accordingly?

[moredakka]

I'll screw it uuuuuuuuuuuup...

/le threadjack

[moredakka]

Uh, it's maybe a bit like my world. Except judging by the guns they have it's maybe... ninety years in the past?