(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

[someonetocarry]

Anybody seen my husband, Wash? Or my little girl, Rose? I ain't managed to find either one, and they don't answer when I call, so I'm thinkin' they might be infiltrated, but they're infiltrated without me.

[claudiometer]

Can't say that I have, sorry.

On... the other hand, this may be a good world for you to go book shopping after all?

[someonetocarry]

Pardon? Books?

[She doesn't remember their conversation from earlier just yet. She might need some reminding.]

[claudiometer]

The 'So You Have a Psychic Baby' thing? If everyone and their cat has super powers here, the self-help section just might cover it.

[someonetocarry]

Oh. Yeah, actually, that's... a good idea. Right.

We didn't get left with any money this time, did we-- or 'least I didn't. We got somethin' to do about that, or do I gotta find a job?

[claudiometer]

There's some talk of Liminal-Manip counterfeiting, but I think that's better off as a last resort. Too much fake money on the market at once will catch someone's attention sooner or later, and we can't count on 'later' being 'late enough that we're actually gone.'

The easier way to handle that would probably be to whip up something decently valuable and take it to a pawn shop.

[someonetocarry]

[Pawn shops, at least galactic ones, Zoe is familiar with.]

Those legal, here, then? Won't get in trouble showin' up at one with somethin' nice?

[claudiometer]

Hit the same place too often and they might think you're fencing stuff, but in general they're not likely to mind.

[someonetocarry]

Run into that before. Only we was fencin' and it was all on the table, so it weren't a problem. This ain't the same, I suppose, and I ain't a known entity 'round this 'verse.

I'll be careful.

[howexciting]

Do you need me to help you find them?

[This is the panicked mental voice of a distressed goduncle.]

[someonetocarry]

If you're free and you wanna help... yeah, I could use some help.

[howexciting]

Of course I'll help. Where are you now?

[He will help her find Rose if he has to scour every damn inch of this city for her.]

[someonetocarry]

In the center square, between a fountain an' a booth for a charity. If you're comin' here, I'll wait.

Psychic -> Action?

[howexciting]

I will be there.

[Their Bond will draw him to her, anyway, so they needn't worry about being lost for too long.]

Action :3

[someonetocarry]

[By the time he gets there, Zoe has paced around the fountain twice, because she can't sit still. She stands out: Leonardo will remember the form from when he first met her, the giant spartoi with four arms and bull horns instead of hair. Almost certainly he'll see her before she sees him.]

[howexciting]

... Zoe? Is that you?

[He hasn't seen her as a spartoi in a while, so forgive him if he doesn't recognize her instantly. But now that he looks, he does recognize her traits.]