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?

Comments

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[notdreaming]

[ Kara is not so much a cat person as a dog person, luckily for the Dog. She takes slower but longer strides in subconscious agreement. ]

Dogs more often than others, I would think, with your attitude towards walks.

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[dogwalksyou]

Well, we have more legs, for one thing!

spam;

[notdreaming]

Not as many legs as some, but more than humans certainly.

[ She glances around as though suddenly remembering that they're moving. ]

Are we going anywhere in particular? We'll be at the stairs in a moment.

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[dogwalksyou]

We're exploring!

...up smells interesting.

[Both ways do. But if they follow the Dog's impulses, they will probably end up at the kitchens.]

spam;

[notdreaming]

[ Kara gives the Dog a sidelong look. ]

Isn't that where the kitchens are?

spam;

[dogwalksyou]

I don't know! I just got here.

[Yes, probably.]

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[notdreaming]

Well, I think a lot of things are up, generally speaking. [ The bar, the meeting room, the pool, the CES, the CTS... though she's not sure exactly how to get to each of them. ]

It's as good a way to explore as any.