If you have to kill a snake, kill it once and for all.

[ Open Spamlog ]

[ On an ordinary day, Medusa walked with purpose. She knew exactly where she was going, exactly what she was doing. On ordinary days she walked only briefly and for the most part she studied. Mostly she stayed in the library or the common room of floor 7, a large textbook in hand. This was not an ordinary day.

There was a somewhat complicated facet to this particular flood. She had gathered bits and pieces just listening to the network, but she wanted specifics. How does it work, what’s the mechanism, and how is the Admiral involved?

Today, she is conducting an observational study. She walks from the bottom of the ship to the top, seeing what there is to see and taking mental notes of everything. ]

What a joke. [ The blonde has nothing but venom in her eyes, completley different from the kindly demeanor she wore before. ]

If I had to die, I would like at least to have been left in peace.

[ She sighs, utterly exasperated and put-upon. ]

It does begin to look as though I'm stuck here for the long term. A pity. Has anything interesting occurred in my absence?

[ Medusa is a quiet Italian woman, always polite and gentle, but never taken advantage of. Rumor has it she was nobility, but took a fancy to that scary-looking Arthas fellow and ran away to be with him. She stays home and takes care of the house while he's off pirating, like a good little housewife. There are also rumors that horrible things happen to anyone who gets on her bad side, but why would you want to? She's sweet enough. ]

The comings and goings in this place are so hard to keep track of sometimes. I wonder if there's anyone around who might help me with a little project? The weather has taken its toll on this old house. I'd like to make some additions.

[ Private to Arthas ]

Arthas, dear, how goes our latest acquisition? I trust there weren't any difficulties?