(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

[highsteaks]

Well, and his name was Mako. Ma-Kou. I bet it is him.

[wildmagician]

That may very well be a coincidence, Satonaka. It's not like my Roman name had anything to do with my name.

[highsteaks]

... yeah, maybe. But what about the bird guy you worked for? His name was Ambrosius and I'm pretty sure I've heard people call him Ambrose!

[wildmagician]

That still doesn't prove it's Kou. Like you said, Naoto looks a lot like Kou, so it could be her. Which leaves us with one less investigator to count on.

[highsteaks]

... and the one that really is an investigator back home too.

[SHE STILL THINKS IT'S KOU. But. Ugh.]