[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

[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.]