[open to Investigators]

[wholeheaded]

Oh, well this is... different.

[ the mental voice is light, American-accented, and at first hesitant but confidence builds as he goes on. ]

Hello new Travelers, and not-as-new ones I haven't met yet, looks like the Trumps have a new mission for us. If you can hear me, you're an Investigator and that means exactly what you'd think: we're gonna be putting our heads together to help solve some problem in this world. Thankfully that putting-our-heads-together bit's pretty easy because of this nifty telepathic thingy-- don't worry, no one can hear your thoughts if you don't want them to, but if you need help or find out stuff you think is important please share with the rest of the class.

[ it's funny because they're in a school, see. ]

You might have friends here, other Travelers, who don't remember you and think they've lived all their lives in this world. We call them Infiltrators and usually they're good sources of info, so try and blend in and stay close with them. That shouldn't be too hard since the folks here seem to have been expecting us, or a group like us and good Glinda can we please have every Jaunt start like this?

Ah... meanwhile let's try and coordinate and see who's still with us. My name's Ambrose, by the way, I'm that guy with the zipper on his head.


[ooc: Psychic network post for all your orientation needs. Remember that only investigators can use it, and feel free to threadjack around! ]

Comments

[tireur]

Raiders. A hostile nation. Even another city wanting to secure their share of the resources beyond the walls could pose a threat. Desperation can make a man as dangerous as war can.

[flatteries]

That would be the usual, but.. [ .. he looks around him again as he thinks. Yeah, no way. ] Something is telling me it would not be quite like back home. To storm a place like this you would need more than just swords, I'd assume. Even if I haven't really seen yet what sort of weapons they have here.

[ Which is exactly what makes it so hard to predict what they possibly have coming for them. And he's not exactly good at using anything but a sword or an axe at best. ]

[tireur]

You would need siege weaponry. Cannons might breach the wall - getting them up the mountain would pose some difficulty, but it doesn't look to be constructed to repel heavy artillery fire.

And there are other methods of breaching a fort. Stealth can serve as well as force.

[flatteries]

Have you seen anyone here who could be carrying a concealed blade? [ That's not exactly easy with t-shirts or skinny jeans, you know.. or at least, Inigo is pretty sure of that after having seen the way most people dress here. ]

Don't get me wrong, I am fairly used to things like that happening where I come from, but this place seems so.. different. It feels terribly difficult to imagine the same thing going on here.

[ Even though that doesn't mean he's just relying on everything to turn out alright just like that. He's too guarded for that. ]

[tireur]

Several, and I don't doubt they have the means to deter us from entering, had we failed their tests.

[Whatever those tests are. He still can't think of anything the clicking box might have told anyone.]

It's possible the fortifications were meant to repel a threat that is no longer present...but they look new, and in good repair.

[New, at least, in comparison to keeps that are generations old. It's all relative.]

[flatteries]

.. Well, if anything does happen, I can do my best in trying to help fend off whatever might be out there.

[ Although swords don't seem as conventional here, but it's better than being completely defenseless when they're being attacked. He can just claim he does swordfighting as a hobby or something if it comes down to that. ]

Plenty of us seem capable enough on that front, right? I doubt we'll have much to worry about. Not to mention that surely the people here are used to having to defend this place as well if there is a real threat out there. [ He's more worried than he'd indicate by saying all of that, but Inigo is Inigo and will forever try to look at things optimistically. ]

[tireur]

As will the rest of us.

Fortunately, if there is a siege, we're on the inside. A smaller force can hold a fortified location for a long time, with access to food and water.

[Which they seem to have.

It isn't the only factor, but with enemies merely speculation rather than fact, there's little need to go into the rest right now.]

[flatteries]

Then we've hardly got anything to fear! [ He chuckles lightly. ]

Well, that might just be the best news I have heard so far. Might as well take it easy just a little bit while we figure out what the problem here is supposed to be, hm? A well-deserved vacation, something along those lines!

[tireur]

Ready to partake of wine, women and song, hmm?

[It's a little bit amused, despite his still-present concerns about the necessities of defense.]

Let's hope this place is less a cloisetered monastery than it looks, or you may be disappointed at the prospects. Still, the keys to a Jaunt are most often with the Infiltrators - keep an eye out for anyone you recognize from Liminal Space who isn't a part of these communications.

[flatteries]

So what is one to do when we come across a person like that? [ Might as well milk this information for all its worth while he's talking about it. The last thing Inigo wants to - despite his casual attitude - is screw up and make a fool out of himself in front of everyone else. ] Merely talk to them and hope they shall give us the information we require?

[tireur]

Talk to them, ask them questions if you can do so without drawing notice to just how foreign you are, pay attention to what they do. Action can be as revealing as words, if not more so.

[flatteries]

Understood!

[ He tries to sound a little more optimistic. It's what he does, after all - smiling until the very end, for everyone else's sake. ]

I shall go for now then and throw myself at it with all my might. Who knows, perhaps some of the lovely ladies will divulge their secrets after a good chat or two.

[tireur]

A man after my own heart. I'll raise a glass to your good fortune.

[There's no real sound of laughter, but the reply carries a note of humour all the same.]