[Well, hi there, network! Look who it is! It is Chell, everyone's favorite mute.]

Yes. Hello.

[Oh, she's…not mute. That's

weird.

Chell's voice (SURPRISE SHE HAS A VOICE) is hoarse and kind of quiet from apparent lack of use. Also…British? She's British? Well, okay. Weirder things have happened. Possibly.

This is also the most expressive she's ever been, probably, in that she looks frazzled and all kinds of disheveled and absolutely terrified as she leans in uncomfortably close to the camera. Her movements are stilted and jerky, as if she doesn't quite know what to do with herself.]

Surprise, right? Can in fact, speak. Guess that means I'm just a big faker, doesn't it? Sorry.

Point is--desperate times. I need to locate [MY BODY] the library assistant. You've all seen him, sort of spherical. Little robot bloke with a big blue eye is what--is what he is. So. If someone could direct me to him, it would be very much appreciated. I can't find him.

[p a u s e]

And it is urgent, thanks.

((OOC: replies are comin from seriousbraindamage. If you feel like actioning it up with a robot in a lady's body, he's over in the Halloweems log here.))