<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/Onnecamug3.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Onneca de Goni<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The London Royal Apothecary<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Agatha, Elisabeth, Oswald<br/><hr/><br/>Onneca just smiled sadly when Lady Boyle extended her sponsorship. She seemed to realize how disappointing a reaction that was, and tried to dress it up with the kind of flustered embarrassment that came naturally, but the dimples were not there. If it hadn't been for Agatha taking the attention off of her, things might've become very uncomfortable at the table as everyone was forced to realize that Onneca would be refusing membership. If she merely disliked the Collegium, that would be easy; she could pray for those she disliked, in the hopes that God would show them the error of their ways. There was no turning this one over to the Lord.<br/><br/>"Sometimes I see people from the Maze when I am making observations," she said in answer to Agatha. "I do not know if they are pirates or not. We leave each other alone." Without seeming to analyze how precariously close such a scenario might be to the one that'd cost Pierre Fontaine his life, she pressed on, possessed of a dogmatic sort of courage common to unlikely martyrs. "I do not think they would want to talk to me, señor. But if I leave a notebook, they will pick it up. My things are never there when I go back for them." There was no anger, just weariness, as though she were dealing with petulant children and not thieving brigands.<br/><br/>"I am not sure what they do with them. But, if we think of the pirates like a hive- un momento-" She slipped the doily out from under her tea and nudged it gently out into the center of the table to illustrate something. "The queen is somewhere here," she said, indicating the starbust whorl in the center. "She is in charge, but she does not tell anyone what to do. They know what to do. The workers are acting in her interest." With a glossy fingernail, she traced the complex lines of the lace leading from the edge into the center, much like the lines of the Maze. "If you wish to reach the queen, you do not reach in and grab her. You give the workers something to bring to her."<br/><br/>"To get rid of ants, they use H<sub>3</sub>BO<sub>3</sub>. It is mixed with sugar and water. The workers bring it to the queen because it is sweet. If it was only the powder, they would see it is a trap and throw it away." Her gears were turning, not to puzzle out her idea, but to translate it from Spanish into English without the help of her books. "So, en este etapa, the notebook would have something the worker pirates will want to bring to the queen pirate." She lost track of what she was doing for a moment as she recalled a pulp story about a pirate queen. She put it out of her head. "Something they will be rewarded for. And there is a language. A hidden language, ah, a<em>cipher.</em>When it is broken, it will be the message you want to give them. If it is good, the workers will never realize."<br/><br/>Having done all she wanted with the doily, she replaced her tea on it. The idea of a Maze Rat queen still had her flustered.<em>¿Qué pasa si me capturan? </em>she wondered,<em>¿Si yo estoy ante la reina pirata? Dios mío. </em>