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[advocacy]

[Daneca has spent the first few hours going through the posts to the network. She...]

[...doesn't know how to feel about any of this so far. People going missing and others turning up dead. Zombies, vampires. And Cassel. Realistically speaking, Daneca knows she should probably be more anxious over a potential serial killer running around than the prospect of speaking to Cassel again, but that's what gives her more pause than anything. (At least she's not totally surprised by the idea of a serial killer on the Barge, she figures. Still in the realm of sanity for now.) She thinks maybe she should send him a private message or try to find him and speak one-on-one, in private. But that seems like too much even for her right now.]

[So, she settles for just introducing herself to everyone else. If he wants to talk to her, he can. If not...]

[Well, he doesn't have to. It's not like Cassel owes her anything anyway.]

[With that resolved, she can go back to being properly more anxious about people turning up dead, zombies, and vampires. And apparently also werewolves being real as well.]

[Daneca appears a little stiff and tense. Being on camera and broadcasting like this makes her a little nervous in ways that are harder to cover up than other things that make her nervous or uncomfortable. But it doesn't paralyze her or make her smile seem like a disingenous cover for nerves that ends up looking more scary than pleasant. Daneca is not someone who can lie very well. It's nervous and small, but her smile is no less sincere. She's trying desperately to channel her mother right now.]

I know I'm coming in at a really bad time, but I thought I should probably introduce myself anyway. My name is Daneca and I'm new. [She flushes a little and says a little softer:] Obviously.

[She shifts a little uncomfortably and finds the strength in her voice again.]

I'm a warden for anyone that might matter to.

[She's sure it does especially to some of the inmates. She'll lie about other parts about herself anyway. Might as well be honest about some things that might make people uncomfortable.]

Anyway, I guess I'm just looking for a tour. Or advice. Whatever anybody can spare.

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[strangehistorian]

Hello, Daneca! Welcome to the Barge!

[advocacy]

Thanks.

[strangehistorian]

My name is Chromie, I work in the library here! I can give you a tour. I also have pamphlets!

[advocacy]

Nice to meet you, Chromie.

Wait, pamphlets?

[strangehistorian]

Yes!

My own first experiences with the ports and floods here were very unpleasant, so I try to help all new people with being prepared!

[advocacy]

I'd really appreciate that, thanks.

[strangehistorian]

Great! Where should I meet you?

[advocacy]

How about the deck? I can definitely find my way there.

-> spam or assume?

[strangehistorian]

Okay! I'll be right up.

spam!

[advocacy]

[Daneca is waiting over by the railing. She's looking up out into space and trying not to gawk too much. But seriously.]

[This is crazy and she's not sure she'll ever get used to it.]

\o/ spam

[strangehistorian]

[Chromie has to use both hands and her full weight to open the metal door up to the deck, but she does get it eventually and pops out onto the deck, barely three feet tall and blond-braided.]

Daneca? Hi!

spam

[advocacy]

[Daneca looks down, mildly surprised. She quickly covers it though, not wanting to be rude. She instead offers a polite smile.]

Hi, Chromie. It's nice to meet you in person.

spam

[strangehistorian]

You too!

[She trots over and offers her hand to shake, well over her own shoulder-height. It only has three fingers, plus the thumb.]

Oh, I forgot to give you the new warden test.

spam

[advocacy]

[Bare hands freak Daneca out way more than a different number of fingers would ever. Her smile is a little stiffer as a result, but she takes Chromie's hand and gives it a shake, being sure to keep any bare skin away and out of her reach.]

[She might be from another world and not be able to work Daneca, but she's nowhere near ready to get lax.]

New warden test?

spam

[strangehistorian]

We've had too many inmates come and pretend to be wardens. Hm. Do you mind if I ask to see your item?

spam

[advocacy]

Sure.

[Daneca digs her cell phone out of her pocket and holds it out to Chromie.]

spam

[strangehistorian]

[Chromie examines it - something sparkles between her hand and the phone - then hands it back, cheerful.]

Great! Sorry about that. I didn't do anything to it, in case you're wondering.

spam

[advocacy]

[Daneca takes her phone back. She's careful even with gloves on to not touch Chromie's hand a second time.]

What did you do then?

spam

[strangehistorian]

My warden item and yours have identical enchantments! Or what behaves like an enchantment, anyway.

spam

[advocacy]

Huh. [Daneca looks at her phone, turning it over in her hand before looking back up at Chromie.] So all the warden items have an enchantment on them?

spam

[strangehistorian]

Well, from what I've been able to determine. It behaves nothing like the magic of my own world, but I think it's still magic!

spam

[advocacy]

There's magic in your world?

spam

[strangehistorian]

Oh, yes! Are you from Earth?

spam

[advocacy]

[She nods.]

Yeah. New Jersey to be exact.

spam

[strangehistorian]

I've only been there in ports, but my world is very different from what I've learned.