(a few hours into the Jaunt, open broadcast)

[protect_and_serve]

[Joscelin's voice, sent across the network, is warm, dry, composed - instilled with enough confidence, he hopes, to reassure the new and uncertain.]

A calm beginning makes for a welcome change. We should still start sharing what we know. Who's with us, and who is missing? Who is infiltrating? What do we know about this world?

If this is your first Jaunt - and there were many new faces in Liminal Space - ask for assistance, and we'll give it.

I'll begin. This is Joscelin Verreuil. We're on the coast of an island, somewhere between Alba and Terre D'Ange- England and France, I think, locally. Magic of some sort appears to be open and commonplace. I can't make sense of their calendar, but we're in or just after the Twentieth Century, as.... Christians... reckon time. This is a port where foreigners are common and unremarked. I have clothes that fit the era, and in my pockets were ten five-pound notes. The Trumps don't mean for us to be spotted immediately, or starve, but I can't guess more than that.

Comments

[howexciting]

Leonardo da Vinci. [He sighs, annoyed.] Present.

Anyone wishing to sleep in the Workshop should meet me at this corner... [He briefly livestreams a map of the area, drawn in his hand.] ... after dark, and I will open a portal for you. Discreetly, of course.

Furthermore, if you require food, money, or other resources, I can make them in Liminal Space. But I will need examples of other notes and coins so that I do not flood the market with too much of one.

[highsteaks]

... how good are you at making meat?

[What? She's got a place to crash at Kanji's Aiya, but the more people she can get food from the better.]

[howexciting]

... for someone who abstains from meat, I can create it and cook it well enough.

[Meaning: don't ask him to eat with you.]

[highsteaks]

[That's okay. More meat for Chie!]

... is it a religion thing?

[howexciting]

I do not wish to take life unnecessarily. I am a pacifist, and I have chosen to abstain from meat.

[Maybe it's a religion thing??]

[highsteaks]

[She guesses it's a religion thing.]

But you aren't taking lives to make food in liminal? It's just made of... stuff. I guess that's why you make meat for people now.

Hey, are you like some sort of history guy? I think maybe there was a question about a guy with your name on our last round of tests... but I completely bombed that one.

[howexciting]

Even if I am making mass from nothing, I would still be sick if I tried to eat it. Thankfully, my one stint as an omnivore was short-lived.

[Even his mobster self had been a vegetarian. Thank you Trumps??]

... I am no one of importance.

[highsteaks]

Oh. Okay? [Maybe he was one of those really obscure trick questions.]

I guess that makes sense? About the mean, I mean. Too bad, though. You're really missing out. Uh, what do you want me to call you? Western names can be tricky.

[howexciting]

[Yes. Just a trick question. Nothing you Inaba kids need to ask Naomi about.]

I do not think of it as missing out. And you may call me Leonardo... or sensei, should you find that too informal.

[highsteaks]

Okay, Leonardo-sensei. Thanks in advance for supper?

[theanguissette]

Leonardo, amico, is something the matter?

[There is concern, of course, at the annoyed tone.]

[howexciting]

No, nothing. I'm fine.

[No. No he's not. But he's not going to talk about it on the Network. Not where people can hear.]

[theanguissette]

[a moment of silence.]

I am not. If you've a moment or twenty, I could use your help. Shall I to you, or you to me?

[She's only mostly lying. She is lost and confused in this place that is so different from anywhere else she's ever been...and she is worried for him.]

[howexciting]

Where are you, Contessa?

[Phèdre will not come to him. He will come to her, always. He will always strive to help her in her time of need.]

[theanguissette]

Well...Therein lies the problem. I...Am not entirely sure.

The streets seem to be laid out in...some sort of grid-like pattern, but I have no frame of reference....

Ah, one of the locals has made contact with me...I will try to ascertain where, exactly, I am...

[howexciting]

If you are near a corner, that is, where two streets intersect, look for poles with signs that are parallel to each street. If you find one, read it to me. This should be similar to your Alba, sì?

[theanguissette]

One side says "Second" and the other "Main."

Psychic -> Action?

[howexciting]

I will be there.

[And sure enough, not fifteen minutes have passed before Leonardo rounds the corner, spotting her and heading directly for her.]

Re: Psychic -> Action?

[theanguissette]

[ She breathes a sigh of relief, rushing to him and taking his hands, moving gracefully even in the killer heels that the Trumps have seen fit to dress her in. She kisses his face in greeting, and a tension relaxes in her shoulders. ]

Joscelin said that there are maps to be found? On a device known as a 'phone'?

[taiyny]

What do you want in exchange for money?

[howexciting]

Nothing but your continued safety, and the safety of the Travelers. Just tell me how much you need.

[He sounds like he really means it, too.]

[taiyny]

[ Well. That's a bit surprising. ]

At least enough to put myself up at a hotel and eat for a couple of days until I can figure something out. Say, about five hundred?

[howexciting]

As you wish. Although I would ask you one thing: could you see if there is a bank on this island? I will need multiple forms of currency, as I've said. It will draw less suspicion.

[taiyny]

There's probably several. You'll want to look for buildings with signs that say 'Satander' or 'HSBC'. I believe those are a couple of the more populous ones around here.

Want to switch to action?

[howexciting]

Very well, I will see what I can do. I will meet you shortly at the assigned spot, madonna.