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Hey, so, uh. I was here like a year ago or something. Some of you might remember me, name's Neeshka, with the horns and the tail and black gryphon. He's back, too, by the way, and kind of hard to miss.

But I wasn't in a dungeon or anything, I just kind of... went off and did my own thing. I was kind of thinking about that, because of something the Fool said when I got back, and something Thorne said a few days ago, and, uh. I kind of wanted to toss it out there for other people to gnaw on because I'm out of thoughts to think about it.

So I was 'out of ambit', right? That's what the Fool called it. But he said that maybe it was all in my head. Like the word he used was "yes" when I asked him if it was real or if it was in my head. So he was saying, I think, that it was both somehow? Only I have stuff in my hammerspace from the places I'd been, and Monkey is definitely bigger than he was when I left. And Thorne and I were talking about, you know, liminal goo and how we're kind of like little Trumps because making liminal rooms is like making a liminal space only in miniature, and I know that fits in somehow, but I don't think I can figure out how it fits.

So I'm tossing that out there. And you guys can maybe figure out how it fits, if it does.

Oh, and don't ask me to talk about where I was when I was gone. I kind of don't remember most of it.

howexciting

[The first part of Leonardo's broadcast seems to be a misfire, in only that it is quiet and almost disbelieving.]

Non è possible... this is... home? Italia...?

We are in the Kingdom of Naples... no, that is back in my time, this is Campania felix... Dio mio, we're in Stabiae--

[There is silence for a good fifteen minutes, as Leonardo prepares and questions the populace. Then, he finally comes on the Network.]

For anyone who is listening, I have some good news. And some bad news. The good news is that I have located our exact location in space and time. We are in Stabiae, an ancient Roman resort which Pliny the Elder described in detail in his records. The year, at least according to the gossip of Emperor Nero's daughter, Claudia Augusta, and her recent death, and the recent appointment of Titus Vespasian as the governor of Africa Proconsularis, indicate that this is the Year of Our Lord 63.

The bad news is that in sixteen years, this place will be completely destroyed with ash, much like the city just five miles north of here, Pompeii. In fact this entire region will be flooded with molten earth and ash, and be consumed entirely. Further, Emperor Nero is on the throne, according to The Natural History, as written by Pliny the Elder... and I am sure you have heard of the stories of Emperor Nero.

I will be referring to myself during this Jaunt as Leontius Florentinus Vincio. Just Leontius will do, if you see me, but it is the best translation of my name I could come up with on short notice. If you require names to blend in, please, let me know and I will do my best to translate... or transliterate your names, should it be impossible. They usually come in three names, though sometimes two in women's cases, that being her name and the name of her husband. But it can be more or less depending on one's epic deeds or acts of heroism, or simply their fame throughout the Empire.

Further, a few points of advice on etiquette. Men are expected to wear togas. [He briefly livestreams a picture of himself in a toga and traditional sandals.] Ladies, do not wear a toga, like the men, unless you would like to be mistaken for a prostitute. Instead, find or make a stola. [He briefly livestreams a random gaggle of women walking past, each one wearing pretty stolas and giggling amongst themselves.]

Secondly, if you are to claim family ties, keep in mind which one is the eldest male in your "family". If you are a father, grandfather, or sometimes an elder brother or elder cousin - you are in charge, and you are expected to be obeyed no matter what. Younger brothers might or might not, depending upon the will of the deceased father, but... it is best if you choose your family ties wisely. If you argue in public, people will grow suspicious, or they will believe you are uncivilized and will try not to speak to you. Obviously, this would be difficult to further our investigation.

It is probably best to claim that you are from distant parts of the Empire if your native homeland is from outside Ancient Rome's bounds. Perhaps you can claim you are traders from distant lands, but you will not be treated as Roman citizens, that way. Many of the outer provinces were treated lesser than the inner provinces. Still, it is worth a try, to maintain appearances and keep our illusion going.

If you have any specific questions, please do not hesitate to ask me, but try not to come to me in person. I wish to remain as inconspicuous as possible.

willyousee

[Usually Alcuin sticks to thoughts only on the Network, so his urgent voice live-streaming in Investigator's minds may be the first time they have ever heard him do this - but the message is more important than the method.]

The Sun Temple will be under attack within the day! Soldiers - Sentinels they are calling them - march on the Temple and are killing any they come across, villager or monk. Messages are being sent conventionally, but there is little hope they will get through. We're rallying all that we have, but I fear we will be too few with so many gone to the summit.

Please, someone carry word to the heads of the provinces at the summit and prepare them! I doubt they are meant to emerge from that place alive.

bypartisan

Can anyone hear this?

Just so everyone knows, I'm dead again. Please let me know if my soulless body is roaming around liminal. Currently my consciousness seems to have been summoned and somewhat bound to this world by the Master Summoner of the Sun Guard. He's asked me to spy on a woman named Sora. According to the information I've been able to exchange with a delightfully gossipy ghost named Keiko, Mademoiselle Sora is actually the Summoner's long-lost and estranged daughter, Ran, who ran off from the monastery ten years ago and is currently a Suzuki Riflewoman.

Keiko also assures me that Ridou and Ritsuki--that is, Riddick and Valeri--are adorable together, but I digress.

I did have to explain werewolves to the Summoner, but I managed to distract him enough by explaining the transformation process that he didn't think to press for the rest of my origins or my own mission. I wouldn't say he trusts me, per se, but he seems to recognize that in my ghostly state I can't exactly report to any of the other major players and that I could be of some use to him as I am. And I presented myself as being very willing indeed.

I'll let people know when I have more news. As it is, it's been a while since we've had an information pooling conversation. If you can hear me and you have something to share, please report in.

laceandcarnage

I am dead.

Dead things should remain dead. Why am I now alive?

pseudologist

We have a problem.

...Another problem.

[Usually, Varric's psychic communication comes along with a projected impression of his actual voice. This one doesn't.]

Someone's decided it would be fun to go around slaughtering entire villages with flaming arrows. They've hit at least one in northern Nakamiyo - Higura, if this map's right. It looks like the squad attacking took a position on high ground and fired on the far side of the village to drive anyone who escaped the first volley right towards them. So far, we haven't found any survivors, but we're still looking.

The archers were using fletching favoured by Koroshima's hunters, but if Near's right, the boots they were wearing scream Imperial Army. My money's on the Empire trying to make this look like an attack across the border by Koroshima forces, so they can make damn sure the provinces are focused on fighting each other, not on any kind of alliance. If that's true, they're not going to stop here - they'll need a few more attacks to really sell the story and blind everyone to any of the places where the evidence doesn't quite add up. If we can figure out where they're going to hit next, maybe we can get ahead of them.

If anyone else has experience with this sort of shit and wants to borrow a pair of eyes to get a look at this place, let me know. Just make sure you're sitting down first. It might take a while.

failgoyle

[Just in case there wasn't enough whining on the network, here's Jules again! If he could make this entire thing sound like he were sniffling and upset, he would.]

So I got shot and now I'm in prison again, and I wasn't even doing anything, I was gonna bring the wheelbarrow back, and why'd she have to shoot me, that was entirely uncalled for, and my wings are stupid and useless and I can't fly out of here and I was too slow to portal out of here but now I can't even move very fast because she shot me, and the only thing I've got going for me is that I already lost my tail and it hasn't grown back yet otherwise I would have lost it again, but it doesn't matter because I got shot and why'd she have to go and do that, that wasn't a very nice thing to do, and she never got me a doctor and I probably need one because I got shot in the freaking leg and it hurts like a bitch, and I also want a lawyer, because that was police brutality, so if someone wants to get me one of those fancy TV lawyers that call themselves Hammers or Strongarms or whatever, and maybe a file in a cake or only not because she'd probably shoot the poor, defenseless little cake...

[Some of the thoughts and words might be a little wobbly, as though whoever's doing the thinking here is just a litlte drunk...and that would not be an entirely incorrect assumption to make. He's also going to keep right on rambling on in a single run-on sentence like this until someone shuts him up, so sorry.]

bypartisan

... tell me, is there an award for earliest, most ignominious death in a jaunt? Because I think I may have won that anti-prize.

Those of you in Nakamiyo, tread lightly around Gyakusatsu Izanami. And see if you can hide my body? I'm on the outskirts of Mibu Village, on the disused path near the Sentai clanhouse. If I'm lucky enough that no one but Izanami knows I died then perhaps I can slip back into my overlay's life.

[Sorry, By. That's not going to happen. Given that it took about a day for you to resurrect in Liminal--must have been Bai's fate as a pincushion that caused the delay--not only do all the Sentai siblings know about your death, but so should most of Mibu Village.]

failgoyle

Okay, okay, so, everyone stay the hell away from Matthew. I don't know what the hell he's doing, but he's some kind of monk, and he's talking to ghosts, and he and the ghosts are freaking terrifying and tried to kill me! And he was gonna interrogate me with this scary as hell tree-lady-ghost-thing who wanted my blood, and I barely got out of there alive!

...and...uh...he kind of startled the crap out of me, so I...ah...lost my tail, and I...er, well...he's...still got it...

willyousee

Well. This is certainly different. This is Alcuin, and I appear to be in a place called Suzuki Village in the near center of the peninsula. Will all those who can hear this please speak up with their name and location? I have a map with me and may be able to assist in guiding you if you need assistance.

Those of us who have arrived here appear to be traders or pirates of sorts. Which does not seem to alarm the inhabitants of the town in the slightest. This appears to be a regular occurrence.

Has anyone learned anything concerning a summit of sorts happening in Suzuki? What it might be about and how one might gain entrance?

leftbehindagain

Is there anyone who can make edible stuff who'd be willing to help me with something? There's a few things I want to look into making, and I don't want to take the chance of it falling through because I don't have the right ingredients.

[The only person Naoki knows of off the top of his head who can do that is Leo, and he's not an option for... well. Reasons. Besides, he doesn't want to be stuck with one person who ends up infiltrating or on the other side of a jaunt-walkabout divide when he really needs something. As it is, he's going to have to look into somewhere to keep all this crap.]

detectivewonder

[Tim's voice starts talking against a blank, black viseal, and then he projects himself, picture-in-picture, as a talking head in the lower right corner of the "screen" as images start to play across it.]

Hi. I'm know I'm not always the most social Traveler, so let me take a minute to introduce myself. Tim Drake. Vigilante, barista, accredited forensic technician. I've got a decade-long background in criminology and investigative science, a lot of it based in computers and media.

I'm giving you the resume because I've been working on a project for a while now, with Mai. And she doesn't seem to be around right now. So, just in case I vanish too, I wanted to bring you up to speed, because it could be important. Watch this now, or don't, but at least it'll be archived on the network.

[The first image that pops up is a computer screen, glowing green against a dark backdrop - a cave of some kind? - with a series of stylized images on it.

A valentine heart, a kneeling statue with hands cupped in supplication, a pair of easter island heads, facing one another, mouths open; a conspicuous blank space, a theatrical mask with an almost comic expression of alarm, and finally, a rosebush sporting a damask rose over a spray of red berries and pale blossoms. Both types of flower called May Roses.

The images vanish, replaced one at a time with words framed in brackets.

[PSYCHE/LOVERS][WANT][TALK/CONVERSATION][YOU OKAY?][WORRIED][MAI]

Mai's voice speaks, replacing his for a moment.]

I really want to talk to you again. I want to know if you're okay. I've been worried.

[Tim's voice cuts back in, and he re-appears in the corner of the screen, which is now filled with a four-by-four grid of images, mobile Liminal Space 'videos' seen from a Robin's-eye view. Flying between dark spheres in white colored space; hanging like a gargoyle over a sinister highway full of angry, animate cars; flopped in a giant marshmallow like it was a beanbag; using gummi worms and licorice to catch gummi fish out of a ballpit moat... the playback continues on a loop.]

Mai and I believe that the Trumps communicate with us through Liminal Space, constantly, using symbolic communication and archetypal imagery. We were looking for a way to talk back. Her messages are... probably a little friendlier than mine. But as hostages, striking up a dialogue is the first step to negotiation, and that's the first step towards release. Or... the first step towards building a good, predictive profile of what the Trumps want from us. Either way.

I'm looking for people to review images with me, and try to puzzle out what their messages have been, as specifically as we can.

And I want for people with a good grip on Liminal Space, who can help me sculpt a few responses, just in case they're paying attention - our own little message in a bottle.

Anyone interested?

shiroganeheir

[Naoto's mental voice is much weaker and more tired than usual when she takes to the network.]

So, everything's going to Yomi in a handbasket at the moment, and I'm not meaning the bar. I had an idea that whoever has retained either Sift or Assist from the Grid could come together to try to find this damn Name and get it back where it belongs.

There are two questions involved in this, however. First, who has retained either of those skills, and would be willing to meet up to help, and second, what paramaters should we use? Just Sifting for the Name would not be effective enough. We would need to make it much more specific.

If anyone has any ideas at all, please let me know, even if you don't have the necessary skills. I am around if anyone wishes to speak to me in person.

tailforbrains

Okay, so, uh. There's a black panther monster thing running around in the street, killing people. Just. In case anybody was wondering. Might want to be careful, maybe stick to going around in pairs, unless you actually like dying horribly and um. Getting eaten. I'm pretty sure that's what happened, anyway.

On a related note, can I get somebody to be back-up gryphon-checker in case I don't show up some morning to let him out? He was kind of pissed at me this morning when I finally got to him.

howexciting

Is everyone all right? I think-- cazzo!-- I think a roll call is in order. Leonardo da Vinci, present.

We seem to have found ourselves in the Afterlife, or some form of it. But where precisely, I don't know. Angels and demons in the same place... it's unheard of, in the stories of my time.

For those new Travelers, welcome to your first Jaunt. I am sorry it is not more hospitable... if anyone needs better clothes or any supplies, I would be happy to assist, if only I can manage to disperse this crowd-- Dio mio, this crowd! This is ridiculous!

... please, if anyone has found a quiet spot where I may hide, tell me? I am having a bit of trouble, here.

upcard

[Hope you're all enjoying your sudden, Liminal Space-filled existences, Travelers. Either way, there's suddenly going to be a very tentative, very timid psychic broadcast.]

Um... excuse me...

[For anyone who met Mai during the Jaunt, she's certainly entirely different now--but then again, that's why she's doing this in the first place, despite being terrified of bothering people in this way. So after a brief pause, she rallies her courage.]

...My name is Mai--um, for the people I didn't know, and I... I was really different in that Jaunt b-but... I just wanted to say that I'm really really sorry!

[There's no visual here--she doesn't have the capability--but even so, it's pretty obvious to anyone who knows her that she's bowing her head here in her shame and apology.]

I did some truly terrible things to everyone, and I...I was really-- [A pause.] Just... I'm very sorry. That's... that's all.

Oh-- um. Near-san... [...what does she even say to him? She's really not sure. After a moment, a really awkward pause, she manages a fumbled thought--] Can we...talk?

[For those who would rather go the action route, Mai is not hard to find; she's tucked against a penny slots machine, arms wrapped around her knees, chin resting on them and eyes downcast. Seems this Jaunt took quite a lot out of her as well, but then again, dying isn't fun for anyone.

There are people she knows she needs to find and check on, but... well, she needs just a moment longer.]

brannewbrains

Okay, I give up. What's a host club? What can we expect if we show up to this thing?

[ besides yet more twister-tossed sparkles, of course. ]

And did anyone get one of those confessions? I'm still trying to work out if those are as important as folks here seem to think they are.

labyrinthique

[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?

brainiac5

As much as I ~~tolerate~~ appreciate religious traditions as the cultural phenomena that they are, it doesn't take but a cursory observation of this situation to realize that this dance will do very little to alleviate the suffering of the people of this planet.

Were this planet of the United Planets, with access to 31st century technology, there would be no need for intervention as this world would likely already have the recommended climate control technology in place. Sadly, that isn't the case.

Any infrastructure project would take too long, considering that these 'jaunts' probably would not lend sufficient time to gather the resources, designing, or building an effective solution to the problem.

Thus there are only two viable options.

I can design technological blue prints, within the technological reach of the people of this world, and through diplomacy, try to find someone who has access to the resources required to start such an endeavor...

Or, alter the climate of this planet ourselves.

By increasing the size of the water ice caps on the planets poles, the ice will reflect more sunlight, resulting in a cooler overall climate for a foreseeable future. It is a temporary solution but weighing both options? Considering our resources it may be significantly more achievable.

Regardless, I will need volunteers to pursue the diplomacy route.

upcard

[The voice that prods at everyone is so quiet and tentative, it's probably pretty easily ignored, even despite being a voice in everyone's heads. Mai's just that bad at this psychic network thing.

She's trying, though.]

U-um... excuse me, everyone... Er, everyone that can hear me...

[focus, Mai]

I-it's just...does anyone know what we're supposed to be doing? I mean, everyone's wearing such spectacular masks and costumes, but... it's a little lonely...not being able to tell who everyone is...

[You're rambling, Mai.]

Ah! I don't want to take up too much of your time, everyone...I was just wondering... and if there's anything I can do, I definitely want to do my best...! Is it important to figure out who's who...?

...Thank you...for listening.

[She just feels a little alone, with everyone masked and hidden as they are.

ooc: this is a totally open psychic network post, feel free to use it to communicate about identities or what-have-you!]

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tailforbrains - Ambit thoughts [Late in the intro liminal]
howexciting - [Jaunt-Locked] Where's Gregory Peck when you need him
willyousee - [Jaunt] Fear! Fire! Foes! Awake!
bypartisan - bando: first blood part two
laceandcarnage - And Now the Wolf-Bear of Doom is Dead
pseudologist - Treachery? Treachery.
failgoyle - [Jaunt] Consequences are hard...
bypartisan - bando: first blood
failgoyle - [Jaunt] That Monk is Terrifying
willyousee - Kchhhk... Kchkk. Calling all Investigators. Come in Investigators... This place is full of ninjas.
leftbehindagain - (no subject)
detectivewonder - [Open Broadcast + Sensory Livestream & Memory Sharing]
shiroganeheir - Open to Investigators
tailforbrains - Broadcasted Asma Eschaton 6:17 (June 17) morning
howexciting - [open to Investigators] Roll call and IC welcome/infopost
upcard - psychic/action
brannewbrains - open to investigators
labyrinthique - [after the arrival dance, before the constellation dance]
brainiac5 - If anyone is looking for something productive to do...
upcard - ✿ Investigating time

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Entries tagged with neeshka

Ambit thoughts [Late in the intro liminal]

[Jaunt-Locked] Where's Gregory Peck when you need him

[Jaunt] Fear! Fire! Foes! Awake!

bando: first blood part two

And Now the Wolf-Bear of Doom is Dead

Treachery? Treachery.

[Jaunt] Consequences are hard...

bando: first blood

[Jaunt] That Monk is Terrifying

Kchhhk... Kchkk. Calling all Investigators. Come in Investigators... This place is full of ninjas.

(no subject)

[Open Broadcast + Sensory Livestream & Memory Sharing]

Open to Investigators

Broadcasted Asma Eschaton 6:17 (June 17) morning

[open to Investigators] Roll call and IC welcome/infopost

psychic/action

open to investigators

[after the arrival dance, before the constellation dance]

If anyone is looking for something productive to do...

✿ Investigating time