Doors

[Public]
Looking for an Arthur. Know that doesn't narrow much but it's what I have. Know any?

It's raining.

I've always loved the rain. It washes away all the shit that gathers no matter how fierce you clean.

[Locked to Eames]

And where are you going to be?

[Locked to Mal]

Are you at home?

Looking for anyone with a background in bioengineering, microbiology, genetic studies, biotechnology, or other related fields.

Also, anyone with military training and experience going further than basic training. Particular weapon expertise is negotiable. Preferably someone who can get through the doors intact.

[ ... ] Anyone employed by the BSAA would

[locked to eames]

You talked to someone named Azeneth a few weeks back. Something about a job for her all-American white boy.

[locked to cobb]

[after the conversation with eames.]

Guy named Eames mentioned you might need someone with a gun for your dream heists.

Hint: Politics

[A hand-drawn hangman game. So far:

a flat scaffold for the doomed man to mount, and the vertical structure to hold him up. The vertical structure is now taller, and the scaffold is nearly complete with a horizontal bar out to the right.

Now the hangman's head (only slightly lopsided), and his stick body float in white space. And one leg... and two... And now his left arm. How unfortunate..

And his right. The hangman swings. With a magical sombrero atop his head.]


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Discard: O P E I U S X T N Q M C Z

Late night TV is now Olympics reruns, "call me for a good time" advertisements, and infomercials. I swear I'm going to look into getting satellite.

[Group Lock]
From Bianca S, but written in Ariadne's hand, by Thursday, July 26 after Mr Simon's been seen on the news on behalf of Andrew.

I'm sorry I haven't been able to check in lately. I hope trust everyone is okay?

Are you all right?

[After getting Iris settled.]

[Text to Loren C]
Need to see your face.

[Locked to Dorian G]
You still hereabouts?

[Locked to Basilio A]
Hankering for some real Italian?

[Written a bit shakily about an hour following this.]

[Public]

Tequlia tastes funny with chiken low mein.

[En route in Paris, somewhat sloppier than his usual writing.]

Reassessing, dream less likely but still slim possibility. Stay alert. - A.

[After dragging Evan's drunk arse through the door.]

[Locked to Cobb]
Alright?

[Locked to Arthur]
Darling?

[After making sure that the top does not continue spinning.]

It's not a dream.

It's all fun and games until the cold, heartless police officers start shooting innocent chimpanzee fugitives going apeshit all over the neighbourhood. Next we'll all be animal-cruelty-hating vegetarians and start choking on our purple tofu.

[Not long after this]

[Group Text: Maddie Kate R, Luke H, Ainslie G, Evangeline S]

i need to be very drunk very right now. I'll be at the Bellagio if you want to help.

[Text to Anton S]

if you don't hear from me within the next few hours send sven to peel me off the bellagio bar

[Public]

Is publicly proclaiming 'FML' still a thing?