(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

[leftbehindagain]

This is Naoki. I think we might have not been split up across jaunts, this time - everyone from Inaba's somewhere nearby, at least, and there's enough of us for that to be a good metric.

[protect_and_serve]

Or it may only be a small handful who have gone walkabout, as it was the first time.

[leftbehindagain]

Maybe.

Matthew-san's infiltrating, and it's not nearly as alarming as in Bando. Naoto probably is as well, since she hasn't answered. [Naoto doesn't like the network much, but she does, he's noticed, check in when she's herself on jaunts.]