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[anothershirtruined]

[The video feed shakes slightly, before clearing to reveal a small dark-haired woman in turn-of-century garb. She lifts up the communication device and turns it about disdainfully, allowing it to show a bit of her surroundings in the Bay. At last returning to displaying herself once more. She starts out quietly, in a tone of musing to herself.]

Good heavens, these newfangled devices become odder each year.

[Her tone abruptly becomes crisp as she frowns sternly into the camera.]

Greetings. I have been made to understand that this odd device is the most efficient means of communication. I am Ms. Amelia Peabody. You may call me Amelia. I am a spinster of independent means, currently traveling for pleasure.

I had intended to embark on a voyage down the Nile today. However, if what I have been told is true, it seems that my plans have been unavoidably delayed.

I am not accustomed to my plans being unavoidably delayed.

Regardless, I am not one to waste time regretting the past. I have two questions. First, would anyone be willing to recommend a place of lodging in the city? And secondly, I wish to more fully understand the situation that has occurred. Who in this place considers themselves to be in charge? Is there an equivalent of a British Consulate?

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[anothershirtruined]

[Amelia makes a note of the inn's name. She doubted it would be of the same quality as Shepherd's, but as long as it had a roof she could make do.]

My thanks for the information.

[Amelia frowns severely at the last. ]

That is a terribly rude thing to say.

[Even if it was partially true. ]

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[filchedfruit]

[ Joruk is impressed with the indoor plumbing, electric lights and other modern conveniences. It's way better than a yurt.]

You're welcome?

[ At first, he's a bit confused over why she called him rude. ]

My bad. I meant people back home would think you're still with them, like we're all in two places at once.