... There is no way I will ever be able to attain peaceful sleep in a bed that small!

AND YOU HAVE ICICLES FOR FEET, ATHRUN.

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[Filtered to Athrun;]

Status report;

I've been collecting information about this place and the current/temporary inhabitants all day. However, it's been difficult trying to compose a report that isn't complete rubbish. Right now the information I have is still strung apart like puzzle pieces. Perhaps if we compiled our data we could make some sense of it.

Though right now what I could really use is a drink. My head is pounding.

What sort of progress have you made, Athrun?

Are we going to attempt this navigational venture once more, Athrun?

Or do you have any more distractions you'd like to get out of the way, first? I'd like to be productive today, if that is alright with you.

Tch.

Hmph. My score today would have been better, had I not been up half the night tending to some person who doesn't know their brain for their... Ahem. Ace move, there. Had half a mind to give you a matching set of shiners.

Feh.

Should I kill one of my teammates, would we be penalized?

So. I decided to join the tournament anyway.

I hope the lot of you enjoy eating dirt.

Hmph. Back at work. I see you've all been slacking off in my leave. Apparently Athrun isn't keen on keeping the lot of you in line with an iron fist - or the looming threat of KP duty for life.

Tournament is coming soon. I may enter, or I may just spend my time training members of the military who wish to. I personally don't need to prove myself to anyone, but I certainly wouldn't mind lending a hand to make the military sparkle a little something extra. If anyone would like to achieve real sucess by working like a real soldier to achieve some upper class glory, do let me know. My instruction one-on-one will be the opportunity of a lifetime, I can assure you.

I'm feeling awkwardly generous, so I'd suggest you take it up before I change my mind and enter the contest myself. Thus, slaughtering you all.

Lunch with mother tomorrow. Should be nice.

( Private; hackable: )

[Private; not secure; visible to Lacus and Athrun, primarily.]

Ugh.. it happened, I caught whatever horrible disease it is that's spreading in the lower levels.

The little "Wilderness Excursion" those of us in our division endured is to blame, I know it! Who was behind this? That Roy Mustang?! I'LL KILL HIM AND TAKE HIS JOB! Or was it General Histugaya?! He must be intimidated of me! I'll surely have his job as well! IT WILL TAKE MORE THAN A COLD TO TAKE ME OUT.

Still... infecting me with lower class germs... that is by far sick and wrong! Those fuckers! I'll get them back when I'm in that uniform! We'll see how long they last under my command! >[

...

In the meantime I've been excused from work. Mother's orders. More effective than any commanding officers, any day. ... Though she is still out at her conference. I wish it would hurry up. I will surely go insane because of it. >/

Ugh... this coughing... and it's fucking freezing in here...

SOMEONE SHOULD COME OVER SO I CAN HIT THEM. I believe it would make me feel MUCH BETTER. >|

Hmph.

[Private to Lacus:]

Miss Clyne, would you care to join me for drinks get bloody fucking smashed with me?

It's no fun drinking alone.

- Yzak