First Step [Video; public]

[dogwalksyou]

Hello? Hello, yes.

[The dog comes into focus at an odd angle - the communicator is on the floor, between her forepaws as she peers down over it. Apparently satisfied that it's working, she yips in delight, rushing out of view in a close-up whirl of paws and tail and glimpses of an old timber ceiling as she spins in a circle. Then her face reappears, tongue hanging out slightly from her canine grin.]

Hello! I'm the Disreputable Dog. Or the Disreputable Bitch, if you want to be technical. Who wants to go for a walk?

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[dogwalksyou]

Thank you, Chromie!

[She bobs her head. The gnome's small stature reminds her briefly of Mogget's dwarf form, but really, they're nothing alike.]

[strangehistorian]

Do you have a name, or just go by that title?

[dogwalksyou]

It is my name, near enough. It's easy to remember, anyway.

[And when you're as old as she is, that's an important consideration.]

[strangehistorian]

Very true!

[Giggle.]

Has anyone told you yet about floods? It's one of the things I always make sure to ask newcomers.

[dogwalksyou]

I think the boss mentioned it, but my memory's a bit garbled. Remind me?

[strangehistorian]

Floods are magical anomalies that overtake the ship every few weeks and induce temporary changes in the inhabitants. I have a pamphlet if you would like to look over it!

[dogwalksyou]

Oooh. Yes, why not?

[strangehistorian]

Great! Are you in your cabin?

[dogwalksyou]

I can come find you!

[She's eager to explore more.]

[strangehistorian]

Okay! I'm in the library, on the fifth level.

[dogwalksyou]

I'll be right there.

[And in a few minutes she is, slinking in and peering around the library curiously. In some ways it is completely different from the Great Library of the Clayr that was her home for four years; in some ways it is exactly the same.]

[strangehistorian]

[Chromie is waiting near her desk at the center of the library, and waves.]

Hi there!