So, I'm Freyja. Just So Everyone's Clear on That.

So, everyone, I apologize for my last blog post. I was...not myself, to say the least. I know my name is Freyja. I do not think you are all spies. I do not want to get off this ship.

So, everyone, never trust a woman in red dress...at a club...because she may make you hallucinate and drug you.

It might have been the drugs, but I'm not really sure what happened that night. Hmm. We showed up at the club, we met the Rose woman, and we ended up drugged.

And then someone I think a guy with fire showed up and some people Vanessa knew. And this person...I think his name was Goldenrod...kept calling me Devin, who apparently was a werewolf he once knew. Huh. I think I ended up punching him, and then tackling him. And then he hugged me.

Glad Nemo cleared up what we are doing out in space. Maybe I can be of some help.

Still don't feel all that great. And again, ignore the previous post. Cyrus, how does your scythe-summoning thing work?

My Name is DEVIN

My name is Devin. Why does everyone keep calling me Freyja?? Who the hell is that? Why does it say that the author of this blog is named Freyja?? Who is that? My name is Devin...grrr. The next person who calls me that is going to get a punch in the face....Maybe Freyja is someone working for them. Maybe there are all working for them. Maybe Cary is working for them. Why am I in Cary's room? I don't want to be here. He's working for them....Maybe it was all a plan to get me to let my guard down. Maybe he and that thing attached to him are spies. Yeah, that's it, he's a spy. And the entire crew of the Echo are in on it. I need to get off this ship at the next stop. And get away from Cary. ASAP....That's why Vanessa didn't let me keep hugging the thing she referred to as a Goldenrod. She's working for them. And that's why she's so mean to me. It's her job. It makes sense now. Vanessa should have let me continue hugging the Goldenrod. I'm his ray of sunshine. He needs me. And Vanessa just took him away...I just want to shift, go down the hall, and crawl into Zund's bed...but how do I know they are not watching my every move? Maybe I should just stay here...It's freezing. I am so cold. Brrr.....I should just post this blog to keep up appearances, so they don't suspect anything is wrong...

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