none of which so dangerous as virtue

Welcome back.

I want full reports of what happened over the weekend in my inbox within the next two hours. From everyone. That includes you, Lyle Dylandy.

I don't care if Colonel Smirnov claims amnesia - I want everything you have on him. I don't believe him for a minute. We are to take this as an extreme risk situation. For all we know, he now recognizes all of you.

Setsuna F. Seiei, do a thorough check of Exia. I want to make sure he hasn't stolen anything, and I trust you know your machine well enough.

Lockon Stratos, my quarters. Now.

Allelujah Haptism, be sure to include all instances in which you spoke with Smirnov. It's possible that he knows you for what you are.

Michael Trinity... just. Do the report. With less swearing this time, please. Nena Trinity, full details on what you have picked up from the Enterprise.

Feldt and Mileina, please work together. Lyle Dylandy, if you need assistance, ask your brother.

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...Motoko, I need to talk to you.

...already? I still don't look feel any older. And I still don't think it counts.

At least Michael seems to have kept his mouth shut this year. Small mercies.





What am I doing? I don't have time for this. Security checks are meant to start at 0600.

[ooc: strikes deleted.]

Just because Lyle Dylandy looks like Lockon Stratos does not mean you can tell him what you like. He is not one of us. If you wish to remain in possession of both your life and your full set of body parts, you will not mention one word about who we are or what we do.

You will also refrain from giving any indication of your location, or the location of any other personnel. You will not befriend him.

This man will be kept at arm's length until I have checked all appropriate data AND he has been admitted under our conditions of secrecy into our organization.

DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR, CELESTIAL BEING?

My initial suspicions were incorrect. They are aging.

Nena came by this afternoon. She came to tell me that she had selected a birthday, and wanted me to start making preparations. And that's what got me thinking.

You can see it. You can see that she's almost a year older than when we first met her. You can see it in Michael, too.

I don't know what to think about this. For there to be such a critical difference, even just a single one, there is the high probability that there are more. That, in truth, they are something else entirely. They seem to be, for nearly all intents and purposes, normal human beings.

((OOC: if you're not sure if you're a close friend, just ask~))