[ On flips the device and the sound of rustling can be heard, followed by a frustrated sigh and Ariadne asking: ]

Does anyone know if others can gain access to your room? [ a beat ] Because something of mines missing.

[ a long pause and she is cursing under her breath. ] And no, I didn't misplace it.



[ the feed ends at that, as she is quickly going back to looking for her totem and trying to figure out what to do. ]

Ta.

-S.

( ooc: I'LL BE SO HAPPY IF YOU GUYS FIGURE THIS OUT ON YOUR OWNNN. Pm me or bother me on Plurk if you need help. <3

edit: Reads as "All Add As End, A Reedited Irish Kill Toy"
Hope you guys aren't too confused, SCRAMBLED even
edit: Found words are "All" and "is." AND "IS" IS REPEATED TWICE IN THE ANSWER~*~
ANOTHER HINT: 3 2 1 6, 3 3 3 2 1 6 2
New word: riddle. It's repeated twice.

It's been solved! Good job, Hope! Hightlight for the answer: "All is a riddle, and the key to a riddle is" Very good job, but what is the key to a riddle? Hmm?)

[ He adjusts the screen, takes a few steps back and grins against the camera. expression playful, but tone entirely serious. he's in a gray t-shirt and a hoodie, with a scarf and slippers. ]

Huh⎯ So, okay. Inter ship feed, I can work with this. Alright. For the record, I don't think I've ever had an audience this large before. Bear with me.

So, Tranquility. I'm Doctor Charlie Holloway and I guess, this makes me your new crew member. Now, I get that everyone's got their story to tell and I'd genuinely love to hear it. I'd wanna know who I'm workin' with especially when the scope is both inter-galactic, between time periods and cross-species if what I've gathered is correct.

Now - I get it, new dude, no reason to trust me. I'd be weary. But remember that - none of us enlisted on this mission, so might as well save the antagonism for - what was it? Frowny?

So quid, pro quo - Now, introductions - well, credentials more so.

It just so happens that I've had past experiences with Interstellar Travel before, I don't know if that's useful to anyone. So before this, I was a crew member of the USSCC Prometheus - which was an expedition, sponsored by Peter Weyland - set out to explore the moon LV-223. [ it's a call out to see if anyone from their world is there. ] If anyone here's familiar with the concept of Engineers. I'd love to hear your thoughts. [ curious to see if his research went anywhere too. ]

[ a beat. ]

Also can anyone give me a down low on the regenerative properties of the stasis fluid? I'm sure this is asked, at least, once a month.

So, right.

Topping this off, questionable circumstances or not. I don't like the idea of being dead weight. So if anyone needs a hand anywhere, don't hesitate to contact me. I'm zero-zero-eight ninety one. [ Which, when you think about is pretty damn reckless, considering that's his room number and like - there are murders. ]

[ ENCRYPTED 50% | FILTERED TO DAVID 8 ]
So enjoying life on board, David? [ Just a little cheeky. ]

[ Just casually flagging him down. He knows you're here once he actually got back to reading Elli's post. ]

[Hey sup Tranquility IT'S WHEATLEY TIME. And if you don't know what that entails, YOU ARE ABOUT TO FIND OUT. Spoiler alert: it's a lot of petulant British whining.]

Yes, right, hello, sort of been a while, hasn't it? Two things. Well, three, I suppose, if you want to get technical.

One. I am...okay, I'll be honest, I'm in the market for a weapon. And a haircut. Either/or, really. I suppose the weapon is--is the more pressing issue, because, well, obviously we've got a monster problem on board. I saw the science department; you can't convince me there aren't other...abominations of that nature hiding away on this ship, and I'd rather not experience another situation where it's me, and no weapon, versus a bunch of vicious animals out for my blood. Sure, it's all well and good if the powers that be dump an entire arsenal in your locker, but some of us didn't have arsenals back home. Some of us had flashlights, which, for the record, I was not allowed to keep.

The haircut is...slightly less pressing, but I do think I need to look into it. I was under the impression that it would quit growing eventually, you know, reach a maximum length and then stop, but we're going on…what? Eight months? And that does--that does not seem to be the case. If it hurts, someone might want to let me know, and we'll just forget it, but honestly, I will never understand how any of you deal with all these pointless functions. Ridiculous.

I don't exactly have a lot to offer but I would...very much like to work something out, if possible. We can--we can negotiate.

Have I mentioned how hard it is to participate in our little established barter system when you don't have possessions? It's difficult, in case you were wondering, especially when you need weapons, or haircuts, or maybe clothing that isn't covered in buttons and zippers and laces. I mean, for god's sake, I'm starting to pawn of my furniture to get what I need around here.

Third. Mostly unrelated to points one and two, but still important. Cave Johnson, founder and CEO of Aperture Science, seems to have mysteriously vanished, as people tend to do around here. Seeing as I was his appointed personal assistant, I'll be assuming leadership of the company from here on out. All inquiries regarding Aperture activity can be directed to me. [hay GLaDOS haaaaay]

Oh, and--four things. I lied, I had four things. Ward or Resnik, when either of you have a moment--I'm sure your moments are few and far between but in the event you do feel like giving me the time of day, I've just got a question. Quick one. Won't take any time at all.