[Open Broadcast: All Investigators]

[detectivewonder]

[Tim's mental voice is a drill-sergeant's whip-crack command, coming only moments after the Travelers are plunged into the water.]

Nobody panic! Try to keep the airwaves clear unless you need help. If you can't swim, shout out right now and someone will come for you. If you're a strong enough swimmer to help someone, let us know - but if you're not sure and not trained, don't try it. Find something in the water to hang onto. Get rid of shoes or boots if you have to.

Once we're sure we have everyone floating, tell us what you can see. All I have so far are rocks, in the direction the wind is blowing, and the remains of a sailing ship - Coelestis Maria is the name on the plank I'm hanging onto. Cute.

Unless the Trumps are trying to drown us, there must be something else out here somewhere. Land, or another ship.

Comments

[deconsecrate]

Have you found most people's deep-seated instincts respond well to shouty commands?

[detectivewonder]

You think "it's okay to panic" would have gone over better?

[deconsecrate]

You'd have done better to leave it out altogether, but it's far too late now. If I sink myself out of panic you'll be receiving a strongly worded letter once I stop being dead.

[detectivewonder]

I'll keep an eye on my mailbox.

[deconsecrate]

Good!

And for the Maker's sake, never tell anyone not to touch anything.

[detectivewonder]

[Have the psychic equivalent of a Judging Look.]

[deconsecrate]

[ Have the psychic equivalent of '8D' in return! ]