[Filtered from Joshua and known allies, and the police//unhackable [Dou's codes]]
THIS. IS. JAKE!
Mary, Mary! This is what home was like. S'lot different from 1870, ain't it? A lot of fun, though. I heard there's some sort of dance goin' on. Me and you should go watch! Or to a petting pantry--you know, to watch a movie. Not to actually pet. You'd find that weird in this body, wouldn't you? Heh, oh well.
Oooor we could even go to a speakeasy. You drink, don't you?
Oh--Hey! Rosette! Rosette, is that brother of yours watching you? Distract 'em some how and come out with us! Knowing you, you'd get ossified before I could even blink.
Ahaha, speaking of that, I think I owe you some scratch, don't I, Shiki? I've gotten a bit ossified myself. How much was it...?
((OOC: This is all Sami's fault. She was determined to get Chrono drunk and got Caleb in on her little scheme. So yeah. Shiki bet Chrono he couldn't handle alcohol and considering Chrono apparently hasn't had anything to drink in, oh fifty years or so...yeeeeeah. Didn't quite realize how badly it'd affect him in this body. He's not horribly drunk, though...just enough to be a little less careful than he typically is.
Oh, and I'm making an effort to have him use even more 1920's slang than normal (since most characters can actually understand him) so
you might want this glossary.))