Oh man, I just got back from a mission, and it looks like I missed an awesome virus. Do any of you guys still have your sailor uniforms? Can I try one on?

Even if I didn't get hit, maybe I could have tagged along anyways.

Which makes me wonder...

Is it possible to fake a virus?

[Amelia has been busy over the last few days.  Since she last checked into the network she has traveled to Rome, where she quickly came to the rescue of a young Englishwoman who had fainted in the street.  Now they are in a hotel room, where the young woman has just awoken, clad in one of Amelia's spare nightgowns and tucked in bed.  And already attempting to make her leave. ]

 I am more indebted than I can say.  But be assured, ma'am, I shall not take advantage of your charity.  I am quite recovered now; if you will direct your maid to return my clothing I will rid you of my presence.

[Amelia frowns absently as she answers, her mind on her plans for the next few weeks.]

Your clothing has been thrown away.  It was not worth the trouble of laundering.  You must remain in bed for the rest of the day in any case.  I will order a seamstress to come tomorrow.  There is a boat leaving for Alexandria on Friday next.  A week should be sufficient.  You will need to do some shopping, of course, but first I had better see what you have with you.  If you will tell me where you have been staying I will send a man around for your things.

I am taking you to Egypt with me, as my companion, Miss Pritchard, failed me; she took the typhoid.  I had agreed to pay her ten pounds a year.  Naturally I will be responsible for equipping you for the journey.  You can hardly travel in a nightdress!

[The expression on the young woman's face could only be called stunned at this sudden rearrangement of her circumstances..]

No.  But...

My name is Amelia Peabody.  You will call me Amelia.  I am a spinster of independent means, traveling for pleasure.  Is there anything else you wish to know about me?

I know all I need to know.  I was not entirely unconscious when you came to my rescue, and I hope I am able to recognize true kindness of heart.  But my dear Ms. Peabody - very well, Amelia - you know nothing about me!

Is there something I should know?

I might be a criminal!  I might be vicious!  Unprincipled!

No, no. [Amelia's tone was firm.]   I have been accused of being somewhat abrupt in my actions and decisions, but I never act without thought.  It is simply that I think more quickly and intelligently than most people.  I am an excellent judge of character.  I could not be deceived about yours.

Cauliflower or brussel sprouts? Which one is worse?

[ The video shows Okuu, looking as normal as ever about to address the community. Then something catches her attention all to suddenly. She drops whatever she's using as the camera, forgetting about it altogether. ]

There's a click of the tongue from someone off screen, almost motherly. A woman speaks.] My, how thin you look...

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