[Public]
We're swiftly running out of soapboxes. How many times must we, as a collective, pontificate to one another before redundancy becomes an issue?
For future reference, to avoid further network communiques on the following subjects:
- The floods are terrible nuisances and can often be psychologically crippling. Perhaps if we whinge about them this time, someone will care.
- The inmates are all innocent.
- If they aren't innocent, they're misunderstood. Surely, they just need a hug.
- The wardens have an eternal inability to cooperate or come to an accord on any matter.
- They are also tyrannical monsters who are working for the Admiral. Who kidnapped the innocent inmates.
- They are also liars, connivers, and cheats, and generally horrible people who possibly don't wipe their feet on the mat and leave water rings on the coffee table instead of using coasters as civilised people do.
- Continue insults ad nauseum for effect.
Interesting how, upon coming aboard, suddenly everyone becomes a political gossip columnist with a list of grievances as long as their arm. What did you all do when you were home? Surely you have hobbies.
[Private to Mozenrath]
I have a matter to discuss with you.
[Private to Kay]
A word?
[Private to Merlin]
I would like to thank you again.
For your help.
...I have something I wish to discuss with you.
[Private to Martha]
I'm telling Mozenrath and Kay.