About The Scarlett Kite
Hi! I'm Scarlett Kiteway, I'm 20 years old, a journalism student in Perplex City and this is my blog all about the excitement over the search for the Cube. I'll be keeping track of what the media over there is saying about it, and maybe a little bit about my life as well!
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Tuesday, January 31, 2006
PCAG on Earth!
Category: me, 08:00 PMHello everyone! Sorry I've been so quiet for such a long time. I've been SO busy here at the animal rescue centre that I've hardly had a moment to myself. Still, when I got a message from Mind Candy about some upcoming events on Earth I just had to post the link here so you could see it! Here it is.
Friday, January 13, 2006
Making plans
Category: story, 05:00 PMAllain and I have spent the past week making our plans. We've translated as much as we can of the messages that Claire Castille left for Allain in her emails and files. Allain's been working on the project feverishly, day and night, even though he's really not well enough to be working so hard yet. He still sometimes gets headaches, and memory "blackspots", where he goes for a memory from his past he knew was there and finds that it's gone. It's very frightening for him, and for me. Although he remembers everything useful about how to function in the world: how to use a key, how to read, all his education, he still constantly feels like there's something important he's forgotten.
But he's remembered enough to work out the messages from his mother. At first I thought he was crazy, that maybe it was another effect of the memory-loss, and that he was imagining these messages in the files. But he's shown me enough to make me convinced. The same words being formed by the letters at the start of each sentence in document after document, odd spelling mistakes where the letters missed out make the same words. And the pre-arranged codewords constantly reappearing. There's no doubt in my mind she was trying to tell us something, no doubt that she hoped that Allain would be the one to find these messages. And no doubt, to me, that she wanted him to follow her. Why else would these words keep on appearing: TO ANJSBOURG?
So, we've made our plan. We're going to travel out to Anjsbourg, and see what we can find there. As far as I know, there's nothing but an empty plain, overgrown with tall grass out there. But then, I've never been - all I know is what we learn from history books and I'm rapidly coming to the view that they don't tell the whole story. It's a long way from home. Not just farther than I've ever been, but farther away than anyone I know has ever been. I guess I should warn you that I'm not sure how good my key reception is going to be, the farther we get away from the City. It might be OK, but it might be patchy, so I can't promise that I'll be in communication as regularly as I have been.
There's another thing as well that, even among all this worry, has got me very excited: we're going to be taking a car! Not a driverless car, but one of those old-fashioned ones that you drive yourself! We have bought one here - people still sometimes use them to drive out into the wild country - and have spent the past week practising and learning how to take care of it. Allain's been taking it all very seriously, studying the manual with a little frown in the middle of his forehead, but I can't help it, I'm excited. We're going on a real adventure, in a real car!
Friday, January 6, 2006
Holiday blues
Category: story, 04:33 PMHey. It seems like a long time since I last wrote. More than two weeks, somehow. I guess it's because of the holiday season, everything's been so quiet and I've finally had time to think some things through.
Allain and I have been staying at a quiet inn here in Regansborg. We've talked a lot. About my father, and what it can mean that the people at Viendenbourg seemed to know him. We've worked a few things out; it seems like Commander Fitzgerald assumed that I was at Viendenbourg in order to check up on the security on behalf of my dad. Does this make my dad her boss? It seems like it might. I don't know what to think about that.
Allain's memory is much better now - he only has problems with those few days leading up to the day he vanished. Other than that, he knows who I am, remembers what he was doing at Viendenbourg, remembers his mother and his grandfather.
We've been going through the documents I pulled off the system at Viendenbourg. It's slow to go through them all - some of them look like ordinary emails but Allain says that they contain codewords he and his mother had agreed between themselves which tell him things that no one else would understand. A lot of you have emailed me to ask if I can send you these files; I'm sorry, but I don't feel comfortable doing that. These things belong to Allain and his mother - he knows I'm talking to you about what's happening to us, but if they're secret messages she meant for her son then I'm not sure I really want to send them to you.
We have managed to work out some of what went on, though. We found some personnel files about Claire Castille dating from about two years ago, saying that she seemed "distracted, confused and fearful", and that therefore she didn't seem to be working out as they'd hoped. The word "paranoid" crops up more than once. They get more and more concerned about her, saying that her behaviour's becoming erratic, and even that she's "disrupting the rest of the team". And then, in the middle of May last year, all the personnel files just stop - there aren't any more about her at all.
I thought that maybe my key just hadn't been able to find any more files, but Allain has another idea. Some of the clues he's got from his mother's emails seem to indicate that she left the base, that she's gone on somewhere else, that she was afraid and she decided it wasn't safe for her to be on that base any longer. We're going to carry on looking through these files, but, if he's right, we've already decided that we'll go after her, wherever she's gone. Because there's another thing too: Allain says that he thinks his mother wasn't just frightened that someone was coming after her, that she was in danger. She seems to have been afraid of his grandfather too. There's still so much we don't know. We have to find Claire Castille, and learn the truth.