[Video]

Good evening, everyone. I have two announcements to make. First, and unfortunately, it appears that Newt Scamander is no longer on the Barge, as I discovered when I tried to reach him regarding the restoration of the Veterinary Clinic -- which, consequentially, is now without a warden in charge. I was working for him, but I have no key, so I suppose any interested wardens had better speak to the Admiral directly.

[It's a serious announcement, and Fraser's expression is serious enough to match it, but under the surface it's pretty clear that he's in a very good mood. He pauses for a respectful beat, then lets himself relax and smile.]

Along similar lines, though unrelatedly, the Admiral has allowed me to, well, to host a friend from home-- no, just wait a moment--

[He says this to someone offscreen, who seems to be trying to butt in.]

And as I'm hoping to afford him as much free movement as possible-- just a moment, I'm trying to explain-- I thought I'd better give you all a "heads up," in the common parlance of my time.

[The quotes somehow slot themselves into place of their own volition. Fraser starts to move the camera, then stops and frowns at the mystery party.]

Oh, dear. Back up a little, you'll be all nose. [Pause.] Well, fine, then.

[He turns the camera around on what is indeed at first mostly a large, black, wet-looking nose; after a second, it backs away and the image resolves into a pale-gray wolfdog with remarkably intelligent eyes. He wags his tail and barks once, cheerfully. Fraser narrates from behind the camera:]

This is Diefenbaker, my wolf. Or half-wolf, technically. He's very good with people, and we've had a very serious conversation about the animals and other species on board, so I hope no one will be alarmed or concerned if they see him out and about. He's deaf, but he reads lips -- albeit selectively -- so if you do need to tell him something, make sure he can see you.

Oh, and I promise that he's being fed very well by me, so no matter how much he tries to convince you he's in dire need of your snacks, please don't indulge him.

[Diefenbaker lets out a thoroughly affronted little whuff. How dare u, he is perfect, etc. There's a tiny mutter of oh please from offscreen before Fraser turns the camera back around on himself.]

Of course, while he is his own wolf, I take full responsibility for anything that does happen as a result of his actions or lack thereof -- so if anything should come up, please contact me right away.

[Private to Jonathan Sims]

Are you still taking statements, Mr. Sims? I was a bit waylaid by all the, er, aftermath to deal with, but I think I'm ready for you now.

[Spam]

[For those who miss or don't want to respond to the announcement, Fraser can be found in all his usual haunts, with or without Dief: the Dining Hall, the Library, the Deck; plus, of course, he's sneaking into the Enclosure now more than ever, as well as frequenting the Garden much more often.

When left to his own devices, Dief will be exploring just about everydamnwhere, especially anywhere people are likely to have food for him, especially if that food is donuts. Despite Fraser's insinuations he does not actually talk, but he is a Very Smart and Mostly Good Boy who may occasionally need to be chased away from the chickens. He is canonically infatuated with blondes for reasons that do not need exploring at this juncture. Feel free to NPC him, is what I'm saying here, and hit me up with any questions.]