[ With eight dogs in tow, there was absolutely no way Rose was taking a ship. She opts for the much safer version - a portal - since she's familiar with them. What she'd forgotten after almost a year in Eudio, however, is how absolutely nausea-inducing they are. This one especially is rough and it takes approximately .00000003 seconds after stepping out for her body to declare its protest of the ride. Ignore the woman on the beach emptying the contents of her stomach into the shallow waves. Eight dogs of various breed (one being a Pokemon) surround her, tails wagging slowly in concern. After a couple residual dry heaves, the blond falls back onto her butt into the sand and sighs.

Well, that wasn't so bad. She looks to her left. She could have been on that ship, which has obviously cras-

/record scratch ]

Oh, what the absolute fuck. [ She scrambles up to stand, kicking up sand as she runs towards the wreckage now. No one seems to be fatally injured, thankfully,
but definitely dazed from the impact. Woozy from the smoke. If you're one of the poor, unfortunate souls that happened to be on board Rose is coming to the rescue.
Though one of her canines might find you first. ]

Where the hell is the first aid kit in this thing? Can anyone heal?

[ By now, Rose has realized one of her dogs isn't quite like the others. Though his personality hasn't shifted, his... capabilities have. Apollo, a year old Golden Retriever, is apparently her daemon. He seems to be leading the pack (when he isn't distracted by chasing after a fairy) towards their destination and more digital than entirely dog. Strange, but the woman isn't about to be too concerned about it. He's been helpful in getting her the information she needs so far even if it isn't what she's wanted to hear.

What she is concerned about, however, is that in the journey here she seems to have lost the most important people. More important than anyone is Vanyel, which is whose world they were trying to get to... but she has a sneaking suspicion this isn't Tamriel. The woman hopes despite herself that she'll find him - find all her friends - among the refugees, but there's a sense of dread in the pit of her stomach that this world hop is one she'll be going alone. Again.

She's all smiles in the face of this, falling on old habits of bottling that shit up to cope. When she gathers up with the rest of the wayward world hoppers, she's friendly and a little spot of sunshine. ]

Anyone need a dog to cuddle? I've got plenty of those and they're definitely just in need of them as you are, I'll bet.

Ya'll, I am video recording via dog. The future is here and I am absolutely here for it.

[ Pant, pant, borf. Apollo agrees. He can talk, of course, but that had seemed to startle Rose. Perhaps he'll ease into it as time goes on. For now, he remains very canine-esque as she stares into his eyes (which is admittedly a little strange, but she'll deal with it). ]

So, hey! My name's Rose. I was in a place called Eudio before this. [ 'I was supposed to arrive with someone', she thinks to say. She doesn't. A practiced smile hides her mounting worry. ] If anyone is familiar with it, please. Hit me up.

Otherwise, I'm in the city now and trying to figure all this housing out... Hopefully these apartments are big enough for eight dogs. If not, might have to invest in a house again. I'd almost paid my old one off, too, man.

[ A light laugh and shake of her head. ]

Anyway! I'm new, obviously, so I'm happy to talk to anyone or help out where I can.