The Tel think they're really clever. They've got themselves this fancy signalling system. A red tea towel hung out of the far left of the canteen serving window: danger. White tea towel: step down, false alarm. If you see a red towel, suggest either pulling it down or replacing it with a white one, if you can do that without anyone noticing. Or just put red ones up at random. You know, for shits and giggles. A burnt-down candle stub in the bottom right of a doorway is a Tel hangout, and considered to be a safe space. Just in case you didn't already know where they live…

Oh, and none of them are actually called Sta Trozh Li or Ten Pa, that's also code.

That fuck La Ma Ze has been stalking Yuri. Don't know what he managed to pick up, or what his intentions are, but keep an eye on him, and check for observers if you're talking about anything secret. Or break his kneecaps. That should stop him poking his nose in where it's not wanted.

Does anyone know who was responsible for that fuck-up in the warehouse? Or the riot in the mess-hall? Because if it was any of you fucks, congratulations on alerting the guards. If Jimmy finds out who did something that monumentally stupid, they're getting a kicking.

So, they're claiming the ship crash was because of a solar flare. Bullshit. Sabotage. Definitely Tel sabotage. So why are the guards covering for them?

So the Tel sessions for mooning over the stars (heh) were interrupted for a bit while their ringleader was in solitary (for shanking one of those Coalition traitors, nice work doing our job for us!), but they're back on. If you want to fuck them up, don't get caught, we're in enough shit over that “raid” already.

That fucking mural that appeared in the rec room is out-and-out anti-Elysian propaganda: someone paint over it already!

Russell, you know how much it would do for your street cred if you just came out and admitted to doing Sho Nust in, right? No need to be this coy about it.