(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.

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[leftbehindagain]

[Instead of getting upset, Naoki just sounds even more like he's trying not to laugh. Or at least like he's trying to keep said laughter off the network.]

That's not even what it means.

[highsteaks]

I know that's not what it means but that's what it sounds like, Crispy.

[leftbehindagain]

[Still way, way more amused than annoyed:]

At least get it right if you're going to keep using it. And here I thought you'd appreciate getting something other than your family name for a change.

[highsteaks]

Yeah, but. It's Chloe's name, not mine.

[leftbehindagain]

It's also true about you. [Which they've covered previously, and he doesn't know how to say he's very aware of the differences between the two without making it sound more condescending than it actually is. At least this part's entirely serious?]

[highsteaks]

Yeah, but.

Ugh. Whatever, Konishi.

[leftbehindagain]

Does it really bother you that much?

[highsteaks]

itfeelslikeyou'remakingfunofme

[leftbehindagain]

[There's a long pause, and then Naoki sighs.]

No. [No more than he ever does, which isn't much, but that's not the way to phrase it right now - unlike Hanamura, he does have some tact.] It's just sticking. I can try to avoid it, but it's probably going to keep cropping up every now and then.

[He'd say it's nothing personal, but that's not quite true. Just... don't make him explain it now.]

[highsteaks]

... whatever. Just, if you call me that I'm going to call you stuff back.

[leftbehindagain]

I expect it.

[God, he missed this. Not that he plans on admitting that any time soon.]

[highsteaks]

[You are so weird, Konishi.]