(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

[loyalrebel]

[Thank you, it's not nice to trick the elderly... or those deeply displaced through time.]

But they... seem to be ignoring their jobs in favor of this? Will they not get in trouble?

[oftoomuchfaith]

Probably. I haven't heard of it before, so it's probably new. People get like that sometimes. If it's new, things'll probably go back to normal before we even leave.

[loyalrebel]

Or this is the problem we must correct, people who are supposed to be heroes playing children's games.

[oftoomuchfaith]

[ snorts, then busts out laughing ]

Wow, you are taking this way too seriously. Like, not even trying to be a shit like last time, just... it's a game. This sort of thing always happens when a new popular game comes out.

Fucking hell, dude, deep breaths, find an actual problem to try to solve. Maybe that Solomon Ring thing people heard about?