(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

[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.]