Doors

[Group Lock: Arthur, Eames, Cobb, Chris R]

Ariadne's gone.  Figured you guys would want to know.

[Locked: Riddler/Anon]

Ariadne's gone. I know she would've wanted to say goodbye.  I'm sorry she didn't get a chance to. 

[Public]

Are there any musicians on here? Specifically classical piano? I'm looking for someone to play while I dance. 

I really have no idea how this is working, or the point of it, or anything. It's at least a nice book. And it's apparently my book, though I never asked for it. Kindness of strangers, etc? Las Vegas is a strange, strange town. Do the States specialise in strange, or is it just here? I've never sorted that out, either.

So. Yes. I'm Malcolm. I'm a musician. Alliterative benefits of profession and name completely coincidental, I assure you.

[As Castiel]

I do not understand this form of communication. Is it not simpler to speak face to face?

And who is 'Siri'? She keeps asking me questions. Does she live in this device?

The Symphony of Science is brilliant.

( An Ode to Dinosaurs )

( Locked to Winnie O )

ADDED LATER: ( [Public] These are for Castiel )

[For the third time in under a month, a delivery is made to the studio for the Giacoma. This shipment is larger than the rest, and Olive almost doesn't look to see what's inside, since she is still shaken from the explosives that were delivered a few weeks earlier. But, in the end, she does pop all three crates, and she manages to messily jot down the contents before any of the Giacoma henchmen come to collect.]

[Voicemail for Dylan (obliviously) and Connor]
[Slightly hushed.] Hello. This is Olive, and I'm afraid I've not called with holiday cheer. Quite the opposite, really. A shipment has arrived that's much larger than the ones previous. Uzis, a few sniper rifles - I believe that's what they're called - and guns. Smaller guns and larger ones. Three large crates, all packed full. And I've heard that the new head of the family has arrived in Las Vegas. I've no idea if he was here before, but I wasn't aware of it if he was. He's here now, and that can't be terribly good either, can it? [A long pause.] You're not going to be able to do a thing about any of it, are you? [Click.]

[Locked to Peter G]
If I demand my postcards immediately, will you take pity on me and comply, or must I threaten random destruction of all fragile items in the immediate vicinity?

[Late Saturday evening]

Ring!

[Left in Selina's room at the greenhouse. Yes, Ivy's greenhouse. A plain, unassuming black box, containing the diamonds he promised. There is no note, not even initials on a piece of paper, but just in case someone else might have had reason to leave her thousands upon thousands of dollars worth of diamonds, there is an almost imperceptibly tiny bat is etched into the bottom of the box.]