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[The voice is... familiar, yet different. Older, or is it younger? People who spoke to the Batman Grayson before he vanished might say the latter. Those more familiar with Robin might say the former.

Whatever the case, it's businesslike as he checks into the network.]

Nightwing here, doing a headcount. Anyone gone missing since the last Jaunt?

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Headcount, 1, 2, 3...

Well. That was fun. [He's had far too much practice sounding sarcastic even in his head, but he's at least keeping the fatigue out.]

Glad not to be hobbling around on geta anymore, though I got to keep the mask? What is with the Trumps and owls and me?

Anyway, is everyone okay? If we're missing someone, let me know and I'll see if I can sniff them out to double-check.

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Has anyone had any luck closing the Liminal portals? I don't have anything to go off of, other than guesswork, but it seems like cutting that off might be the best way to keep all of us from ending up dead in space. Although I suppose that would be one solution. But probably not the one we want.

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[from the Empress of Moths, amidst system malfunctions and strange portals]

I have been investigating the new portals using some skills from a previous Jaunt. Two things have revealed themselves to me, which may be of interest.

First, my Control Panel returns a reading of "extra-system access loci" when I use it near a portal. This suggests to me that some entity other than the Trumps is creating, and likely using, these portals.

Second, and quite coincidentally, while activating my Control Panel in a secluded part of the Empress, I discovered that there are dead bodies in the reactor. Eight of them.

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[JAUNT] Check-in

... let us get this over with so we can return to Liminal Space. This place is unpleasant.

Leonardo da Vinci, present. Known infiltrators: Ezio Auditore da Firenze. Known missing: Genevieve Blanchard and Zed. I... cannot sense them through our Bond. They were likely sent on a Walkabout.

For anyone who does not know about radiation and is near an area expected to get to 150 rads or more - get out of there immediately. Such radiation levels might cause adverse effects on your body, unless you have the proper protection. Find a safer place. I might be able to distribute suits from the Ivory Tower to combat the radiation, but I do not know how much they would stand out. Still, it might be worth the risk so that we are not harmed in the process.

[How about that, the Ivory Tower was useful after all.]

Please list any confirmed infiltrators and any confirmed missing persons so we are more aware of our current numbers.

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(backdated to just before the Jaunt started)

[Not long after her and Armin's little experiment, Zatanna's voice rang out over the psychic network. Somehow managing to sound sure yet hesitant at the same time. Confident in the fact that what she had to say was proven true, but wary because...well...]

Okay, I can't really think of an easy way to say this, so I'm just going to come out and say it.

The Trump tatoos? They're emitting off some kind of low-level psychic energy. Like an imprint. We tested two different tattoos, and they're both giving off the same energy. Different signatures--which I guess kind of makes sense, since they came from two different Trumps--but...well...

I don't know exactly what this means yet, but I thought everyone should know.

[There is a lengthy pause, like she wanted to add more to it but couldn't quite find the words. Until, eventually, a little softer:]

Robin?

If you can hear me, I wanted to ask you something too.

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Open

[The voice coming across the psychic network is probably completely unfamiliar to most of the Travelers - Rorschach talked to very few people on his first time in Liminal Space, and during the Jaunt, as Vilmos, he didn't have the same rough, growling rasp.]

Who allowed this?

Cold, suffocating dark goes on forever, we are alone, and yet some force can bend a man's mind, put him in another place, give him another's memories, make him lead a life he never had? We suffer in oblivion and make our own choices to keep us as hell-bound as those that came before us and yet some corrupted, corrupting force plays the part of a non-existent God and twists those choices, the only thing to give a life purpose, to make them meaningless?

Who is responsible?

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[jaunt locked] [last day or so of the ordeal of breath]

Hi everybody! [this is Phillip, as mentally chipper as normal, but uh---]

So, um. I found the Adversary of Earth! She's in one of the lower levels of the castle- but, ummm. Be careful if and or when you go down there, because she really, really did not react well to me and Zata-- Emanaia showing up out of nowhere. [by which he means Emanaia might be dead now. ...He's not actually sure he should say that or not dealing with other people's views of death is hard.]

She kind of locked me up, but I'm ok! I can get out super easily. I'm just going to try to talk to the other people down here first. [because what else would he do.] I'll tell you guys if I find out anything, ok?

Oh, and... please don't judge her too hard. She's Infiltrating, and Lucifer seemed really nice when I talked to her Liminal!

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[A far too cheerful sounding voice pipes up over the Network, the owner of it nowhere to be found in Liminal Space in a rather telling way.]

Ladies and gentlemen, this is your pilot speaking-

Everyone okay? Anyone gone missing after the last Jaunt?

... Any newcomers we need to get off the brainway asap? Because just arriving and then being run over would really not be astrous. At all.

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Open to All Investigators-Beginning of Digital Frontier Jaunt

For those who are experiencing this for the first time, don't worry. Just keep calm and listen to this message.

If you're hearing this, you're what we call an investigator: someone who retains their memories from their home and other worlds if they have them while in a Jaunt. Some of us have blended in with the setting and are called Infiltrators; don't try and jog their memory back otherwise we'll be in a lot of trouble. They also cannot use the network we're on right now.

What we need to know now is who's not thinking they're a program and what they have noticed so far. Anything will help us try and figure out a way to solve this next issue.

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Open Broadcast.

I know the Trumps sometimes use Liminal Space to send us messages, but I'm not at all sure what this one means. Does anyone have any ideas?

I think the last one meant that the Hierophant, Fortune, Temperance, and the Star are dead.

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[after the arrival dance, before the constellation dance]

[Felix's psychic voice can be just as biting as his actual one, particularly when he's in a Mood. Which is most days, lately]

I realize not everyone here has had the privilege of living at court, but would it kill you to at least pretend to be competent at dancing?

Honestly, at this rate they're going to uncover the lot of us the next time some of you step onto the dance floor, and I can imagine what a mess that would turn out to be.

[There's a small pause, Felix's thoughts redirecting and gathering themselves. He sounds less angry now, though]

And is anyone else sensing some eerie parallels to their own worlds?

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Time to Get to Work?

[Riddick happens to be pretty damn good at psychic network projections. So when he sends this out, when the screaming starts, there's sound to go with it. No visual, because he's not that mean, but he'll offer it if anybody wants it. So his thought-voice, which sounds a whole lot like his speaking voice except maybe slightly less gravelly, is punctuated by screams, groans, and the occasional screech of brakes and crash of metal.]

So I guess this is what we're here for. There's some crazy cannibal people out here in the streets tryin' to eat other people. Or somethin'. I got head-pictures, if anybody wants 'em. I guess if you wanna fight, feel free to get out here and fight.

If you don't, better stay inside and lock the doors. This don't look like it's gonna be a lot of fun for folks who ain't interested in a little head-bashing.

[His last word is accompanied by the sound of something both wet and crunchy. Maybe it's actually a head-bashing. Who knows?]

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Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking-

Okay, maybe not.

Intros first, I guess... Hi, I'm Robin! Currently sort of younger big brother to Redwing if you've met him. First 'Jaunt' so I'm a newbie at all of this.

Anyway, I know a lot of people have been freaking out that this is all... quiet? Not dangerous so far? I'm not sure how it usually goes but since you're not feeling the aster and if yoga or whatever isn't going to cut it, I rented a Wii from the hotel and set it up in my room - sorry roomies - if anyone wants to come and just chill for a bit. Maybe we'll have a dance-off or something!