FROM: @WEHFRIED || TO: @ALL (backdated like hell, aka before spiderland)

[gerechtigkeit]

Before Gallipoli, it was discussed that we should come up with aliases to call each other, and have backstories to speak of while there was downtime in the war. At the time, we knew the Regency was there, but they wouldn't be so visible. It was enough to not be asked too much by the natives of the time, and allowed us the conditions we needed to blend in as a unit of reinforcements that was beached at the wrong location.

The situation may be different here, but I'd suggest we come up with different aliases from before, considering we'll be facing the Regency out in the open. Using your actual name isn't suggested- it could cause problems and endanger the rest of this cell if you do so. Try to pick something you'll remember easily enough.

Feel free to suggest names and ideas for yourselves, or help others. The BCE has a list of them you can pick from. The sooner we can compile a list, the easier it will make it for all of us to recall while in the middle of the mission.

[Boy, talking like this is a reminder of speaking with soldiers before battles. That was a long time ago, and he's getting back into the hang of it. Also, guess who's bad at suggesting names? THIS GUY. Thankfully, the BCE has a posh name generator that can be found here.]

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[thoughtimight]

Have you eaten today?

[omniavincit]

Not yet.

[thoughtimight]

I'll bring something with me then. We can share.

you think about everything!

[omniavincit]

[ It's not until she's on the way that he realizes how featureless his room is—bare except for his hat, with its coating of now-otherworldly dust. His hat, which he's been turning over in his hands as they talk. He leaves it at the foot of his bed when she arrives, meets her at the door. ]

Come on in. [ One eyebrow arched he gestures inside, slipping into a faintly mocking imitation of a proud homeowner. His capsule, he knows, is identical to hers and everyone else's.

As the door slides shut he lapses into a genuine smile. ] It's good to see you.

[thoughtimight]

[ She's already peering past his doorframe before he invites her in. Of course she wouldn't push that boundary of stumbling in some place that isn't her own like some wayward steer, but it doesn't make her any less curious.

Dolores smiles back at William brightly. She remains in place, but turns in place taking in every inch of the room. It's easy to distinguish which half is his and which belongs to the other tenant. ]

You're very neat.