synopsychic | Mid week-four

... did you just come into mid-jaunt from a dungeon? I didn't realize that can happen.

Uh.. welcome back?

I do not always understand the mechanics of this place, but I have some quite enthusiastic and determined friends.

And thank you, darling. I don't believe we've met. Are you a fairly new arrival?

It's good to have friends who care and drag you out of trouble.

Oh, I've been here for five months... I think. It's hard to keep track. This is my third Jaunt, but anyway- I'm Yosuke Hanamura.

Yes, it rather is.

Ah, well, welcome, in that case. I have likely be around less than you on the whole, but I seem to have taken quite the little vacation in my own mind.

You do not happen to know Naoki or Kanji, do you?

You mean you didn't spend as much time in there in your mind than you actually did? That's bizarre.

[Then again he hadn't had a dungeon himself (dundunduun) so he wouldn't know how it would feel for a victim.]

Uh, yeah. They're friends from the same world. Sort of. There's some... timeline mess, but yeah.

Time is all relative, darling. Sometimes one does not realize how much time is passing if one is not... connected to the outside world.

Ah. That must be awkward. I'm sorry, darling.

That's true. It's a pain to even remember what month we're on.

[And usually when he realizes to think that, it's an important date. How does that work.]

Eh, you get used to it. Besides, they're still them for the most part.

Assuming you mean other than the royal house for a second?

Possibly the biggest update, Mei and Emperor Emperor are back. Might be another Trump kicking around too, but I have no idea which. Tower and Judgement were around for Ninjaville, which narrows the list to Strength, Justice and Death - maybe Devil if they're using the same loophole as the 'royal couple.'

As for what we're here for: Thing called the Solomon Ring's being set up. In theory it'll allow anyone to get back and forth from the earthly plane to the local spirit world, in practice current schematics have it under the sole control of a spirit asshole called the Manticore. Based on the Trumps that are around, my best guess is we're supposed to make sure the ring goes live, but not as the Manticore wants it to.

The Manticore and the police force under his aegis are responsible for the police-state vibe. This has made a lot of people very angry and is widely regarded as a bad move. I should whip you up a set of papers, it'll save you a little trouble, at least.

What about the royal house, darling?

Alright, so what do we need to do to prevent this thing from doing what people want it to do?

We do have a bit of experience in such things.

Thorne covered it, apparently.

Well, given that this thing has its roots in Biblical mysticism, I think your dead-language hobby will be super useful for figuring out how to change the parameters on it.

Some Syrian assholes killed Malik in Brooklyn. A bunch of us skipped the reading of Spades' will to have a memorial service for him.

Liminals between that and the next were these marble halls that looked like sheet music and a cruise ship caught in a canyon. The cruise ship had shops we could use liminal manipulation to 'firm up' the stuff inside, so a lot of us stocked up on clothes. Also, there was a karaoke bar, so we had a karaoke night. It was rad. I got Claudia to go up and sing Skullcrusher Mountain with me.

After that, most of us went to the Ancient Roman resort of Stabiae to party, while some of us went to this deserted island that used to the site of an old jaunt to investigate what had gone wrong there. Ancient Rome was pretty great on the whole, at least for us Infiltrators, and we all ate a lot of dormice. I threw a dinner party and a house party--the short and loud kind, not the long, genteel kind--both to great success.

Meanwhile, on the desert island Jules played with a dimensional gate thingy and broke liminal space, bringing us back from the Jaunt and Walkabout immediately and pulling all kinds of peeps into a completely blank liminal that we all filled in. Liminal ended up stretching on longer because of that I think. We had a second one which was basically a wasteland composed of T.S. Elliot poetry references and after that most of the new people went home. The ones that were left seem to be our current group of newbies. The last liminal was this weird-ass hypercube.

Then we came here, which is a Britain with spirits who are superheroes. It's about two years past my time. Also, in 1910, a giant manticore asshole ate the royal family and put Sir Arthur Conan Doyle on the throne as the new king.

And no, I'm not joking.

I'm so not joking.

King Arthur I, dude.

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... What utter imbecile decided that Arthur needed to be King?

[Sorry, Thorne. That's all she got out of that one.]

The man was slightly off his rocker when I knew him, and from what I know now, he only got worse. Let me guess. I did not exist, and Charles was a Knight of the bloody Garter or something.

The Manticore.

And, uh, are you sure you want to know about this world's you?

I could use your help, actually. What do you know about mercury poisoning?

Some. It is not something I have personally experienced, but everything is chemistry. What do you need?

Something to counter long-term mercury exposure effects for at least two people. And a cat.

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