Letters from Scarlett - Revision history

Scott at 21:31, 9 September 2005

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Scott: temporary post. see Scarlett's Adventure Timeline

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Scott at 18:25, 2 September 2005

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 So, I brought up my up-to-date maps and overlaid them, matching peak to peak, ragged lake shore to lake shore, slowly bringing the two maps into line with each other.  And I looked.  And there, on my modern map, where a village called Viendenbourg should be there was...  nothing.  No ravine.  No small lake.  No village.  Nothing.
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2005-08-26T15:15:13Z

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	Hi. My name's [[Scarlett Kiteway]], I'm 20 years old and I live in [[Perplex City]]. Last year [[the Cube]] - a very precious object - was stolen from the [[Academy]] where my dad, [[Sente]] is the Master, and concealed somewhere on Earth. We need to find the Cube and get it back.		Hi. My name's [[Scarlett Kiteway]], I'm 20 years old and I live in [[Perplex City]]. Last year [[the Cube]] - a very precious object - was stolen from the [[Academy]] where my dad, [[Sente]] is the Master, and concealed somewhere on Earth. We need to find the Cube and get it back.

Scott at 15:05, 26 August 2005

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Scott at 15:04, 26 August 2005

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	[[Scarlett Kiteway]] began sending us updates on her investigation of the Cube and stuff. ''This page may get broken up into several seperate pages as more correspondece fFlutters in. Also, this page become prone to adding to several categories, such as [[:Category:Conspiracy]]''		[[Scarlett Kiteway]] began sending us updates on her investigation of the Cube and stuff. ''This page may get broken up into several seperate pages as more correspondece fFlutters in. Also, this page become prone to adding to several categories, such as [[:Category:Conspiracy]]''

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	Hi. My name's [[Scarlett Kiteway]], I'm 20 years old and I live in [[Perplex City]], which is... well, it's not on Earth. If you're wondering how I got your address - the truth is that I took it from my dad, [[Sente]]. He doesn't know, but I just needed someone to talk to - there have been some pretty weird things going on over here. I need to talk about what's going on, but I can't really tell anyone in the City about it.		Hi. My name's [[Scarlett Kiteway]], I'm 20 years old and I live in [[Perplex City]], which is... well, it's not on Earth. If you're wondering how I got your address - the truth is that I took it from my dad, [[Sente]]. He doesn't know, but I just needed someone to talk to - there have been some pretty weird things going on over here. I need to talk about what's going on, but I can't really tell anyone in the City about it.
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	I have to confess, I thought he must have put his contact details onto that button, or some weird key virus, so I wasn't in a hurry to open it up. When I got home, I set up an "airlock" function to protect my data and opened it up. But it wasn't some old man's details, but a map. Of an area near the [[Tanraga mountains]]. With what looked like a small village marked with an x, and a little, scribbled note. "[[Viendenbourg]]. Before everything changed."		I have to confess, I thought he must have put his contact details onto that button, or some weird key virus, so I wasn't in a hurry to open it up. When I got home, I set up an "airlock" function to protect my data and opened it up. But it wasn't some old man's details, but a map. Of an area near the [[Tanraga mountains]]. With what looked like a small village marked with an x, and a little, scribbled note. "[[Viendenbourg]]. Before everything changed."

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			==22-AUG-05==

			Hi. My name's [[Scarlett Kiteway]], I'm 20 years old and I live in [[Perplex City]]. Last year [[the Cube]] - a very precious object - was stolen from the [[Academy]] where my dad, [[Sente]] is the Master, and concealed somewhere on Earth. We need to find the Cube and get it back.

			Some pretty weird things have been going on in my life since I got a summer job working at the Sentinel, the main newspaper of Perplex City. First my friend Kurt did a computer search for something called a "Reynolds ionizer", and his computer was targeted by a military trace. Then I found that same phrase written on the back of a file belonging to a journalist who died recently, along with another word, Viendenbourg. When I went to the military archives to investigate the word Viendenbourg I found nothing, but as I was leaving an old man I'd never seen before handed me a data button with a map on it. It was a map of the [[Tanraga]] mountains region, with a scribbled note: "[[Viendenbourg]]. Before everything changed."

			There's a lot going on in Perplex City; maybe by sifting all the clues that are out there, you'll find out who stole the Cube. But I'm following my own lead. My story is here and you can follow it with me.

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			[[Viendenbourg]]. Everything keeps coming back to that name. First, a mysterious note written in pencil on the back of a dead man's file. Now, a name scribbled on a map given to me by a stranger in a museum. Things are just getting weirder and weirder.

			Of course, the first thing I did was to go back to the museum, to try to find that old man again. The very next day, I went back and asked around. The lady in the military archive room said she'd seen him a couple of times before, and that he uses paper ID, rather than using a key. She didn't seem that surprised, said a lot of the older people prefer to use paper ID. She thought his name was Peter something - not very helpful. She wouldn't look it up for me, and she wouldn't tell me what he'd been examining. I was about to leave, frustrated. Then I had a brainwave.

			I said: "I saw he was looking at a box labelled 5BC; it must be a very moving set of material." And she said: "Oh yes, he cries every time he looks at it." And then she put her hand to her mouth, as if she shouldn't have said anything. I checked on the military archive database; there are 7,968 boxes for 5BC, so that doesn't get me very far, but at least it's something.

			On the way home, I stopped at a map store. I'm going on vacation soon with my friends Margot and [[Sanj]] and... my boyfriend [[Brede]]! We've only just started going out, so I'm still a bit overexcited. He's great, so kind and sweet. I worried it might be a bit weird going on vacation together now that we've started dating, but I think it'll be fine. Anyway, I'd promised the guys that I'd get maps for our trip to [[Tanraga]], so I bought the most detailed, most close-up ones I could; downloads for my [[key]] as well as paper maps. The map the old guy had put onto that data button wasn't the most accurate in the world, just a sketch-map really, but he'd put in a few key landmarks: [[the Grey Towers]], [[Veldet Lake]], [[Iskara Peak]], [[the Sunken Island]], so I thought I could probably work out where [[Viendenbourg]] might be on an up-to-date map.

			As I walked home, I thought about what all this could mean. Obviously that guy in the archives was doing historical research, so he probably knows all about old place names. Maybe he wanted to tell me where [[Viendenbourg]] was, but didn't want to get into conversation with me, or talk to the archivist. Maybe he was just being old-fashioned and charming. But I couldn't help having a prickling feeling at the back of my neck. Maybe he knew I'd be there. Maybe he'd been waiting for me, or for someone, to come round asking about Viendenbourg. How did I know the information he'd given me was accurate, anyway? Maybe he was just some mad old guy who heard me saying this weird word and made up an explanation for it. How could a whole place be forgotten anyway? If Viendenbourg was the name of a village, even an old name, why wouldn't it be in the records?

	I'~~m planning~~ to ~~send you an email once a week about my investigations~~, ~~but I won't be offended if you want~~ to ~~unsubscribe~~. If you really ~~don't want~~ to ~~hear about my adventures~~, ~~just send an email~~ to ~~newsletter~~-~~unsubscribe@thescarlettkite~~.~~com~~.		When I got home, I looked carefully at the map the man in the archive room had given me. Viendenbourg. It's in what looks like a deep mountain ravine, with a small lake to the north. North of [[Iskara Peak]], to the west of [[Veldet Lake]], almost surrounded by the spiky range of [[the Grey Towers]]. It's not a place you'd really go to on vacation - [[Veldet Lake]] is beautiful and lush, [[Iskara Peak]] is magnificent but [[the Grey Towers]] are bleak - stunning from a distance but no fun to hike - just miles and miles of shifting shale. I mean, people go there, but not many people. And this place is right in the middle of them. You wouldn't even get a good view! Still, it was pretty well identified on this map.

	~~If you think your friends would be interested in~~ my ~~emails~~, ~~then you can send them~~ to ~~www~~.~~scarlettkite~~.~~com and~~ there's a ~~signup box on the sidebar~~.		So, I brought up my up-to-date maps and overlaid them, matching peak to peak, ragged lake shore to lake shore, slowly bringing the two maps into line with each other. And I looked. And there, on my modern map, where a village called Viendenbourg should be there was... nothing. No ravine. No small lake. No village. Nothing.

	~~Until next week.~~		--

	~~Scarlett~~

	~~http~~:~~//thescarlettkite.com~~		{{Category:Conspiracy}}

Scott at 21:51, 22 August 2005

2005-08-22T21:51:50Z

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Scott: startup. need to add links i reckon.

2005-08-22T20:54:14Z

startup. need to add links i reckon.

New page

[[Scarlett Kiteway]] began sending us updates on her investigation of the Cube and stuff.
''This page may get broken up into several seperate pages as more correspondece fFlutters in. Also, this page become prone to adding to several categories, such as [[:Categorey:Conspiracy]]''

==15-AUG-05==

Hi. My name's Scarlett Kiteway, I'm 20 years old and I live in Perplex City, which is... well, it's not on Earth. If you're wondering how I got your address - the truth is that I took it from my dad, Sente. He doesn't know, but I just needed someone to talk to - there have been some pretty weird things going on over here. I need to talk about what's going on, but I can't really tell anyone in the City about it.

We Perplexians have been following the goings-on on Earth for a while, but we haven't contacted you until now. Why now? Well, last year the Cube - a very precious object - was stolen from us and concealed somewhere on Earth. We need to find it and get it back.

Or, wait, no, this isn't the right place to start. I should start a long time ago, when the Cube was originally found, when the scientists at the Academy tried to investigate it. They couldn't find out much about it. Some of them died in the process. Or, no, maybe I should have started by saying that my father, Sente, is now the Master of the Academy, that he's been asking people on Earth to find the Cube.

As you can see, this is a story that has a lot of starting places. Perhaps the best thing is to tell you where it starts for me. It's very simple really. I'm a student and I got a summer job. I started last week, and now I find I'm on a journey. I can't quite explain what I'm doing, even to myself, but I can't stop now. And because I can't tell my friends or my family, I'm telling you. I'll send out an email every week. There's a lot going on in Perplex City; who knows, maybe by sifting all the clues that are out there, you'd find out who stole the Cube. But as for me, I'm following my own lead. My story starts here and you can follow it with me.

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The Sentinel's a weird place to work. It's Perplex City's leading newspaper, so everyone's serious and focused, but at the same time there's an "atmosphere of trust", so it's OK to take long lunches and wander off for hours at a time. Which, I have to say, I do tend to do sometimes, being an intern. It's been kind of a dull week, all things considered, only punctuated by long lunches with friends and colleagues. Except for last night, which wasn't dull at all. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Monday was pretty standard. Iona Rodie, my friend here at the Sentinel, took me round to introduce me to the staff as the new intern. We passed by Pietro Salk's desk - he was a Sentinel reporter who died a few weeks ago. It was really sad; he was young and his death was completely unexpected, just a sudden stroke, they said. His desk has a picture of him on it now, and some flowers. It's a strange empty place in the middle of a busy office. People go quiet every time they walk past his desk.

Wednesday, my sister Violet and her friend Kurt came to see me. Kurt's one of the few other people in Perplex City to have a website that can be viewed from Earth. We love to talk about the letters we get from people on Earth and compare thoughts but on Wednesday Kurt seemed sort of rattled, which was odd. Apparently last week one of his Earth correspondents had asked him to find out what a "Reynolds ionizer" was. He drew a blank, but his key (the all-purpose sort of computer we use here) detected that a military trace was being used to find out who he was. He thought he'd blocked it, but he's been finding a couple of odd things on his key since then, which makes him think that maybe something got through and he's being tracked.

I have to say, I didn't think much about it after that. Kurt's really cool, and excellent with technology - I was sure that his key couldn't have got infected with anything too damaging. Thursday, no one came to see me :-( So I spent my lunch hour checking through some of the email *I'd* received from people on Earth. Strangely, quite a few people wanted me to go and have a look at Pietro Salk's desk, to see what I could find out about him. I guess whenever someone dies unexpectedly, you always want to know what they were like, to understand what happened. Anyway, I didn't mind, but I thought I should probably wait until everyone else had left the office.

That was the hardest part, really, staying in the building long enough to do it. I often stay until 8pm or 9pm - everyone does, it's just part of the job. When the first people left, I said I was "finishing something up". Then when a few stragglers were leaving, they kept asking what I was working on that was so urgent. I said it was schoolwork, and they rolled their eyes. At 11pm, the Sentinel's editor Michiko Clark herself wandered through the office; I think she was quietly impressed to see me still working, but she didn't say anything and I felt too guilty to say hello!

But by 11.30pm the floor was silent apart from the hum of the air conditioner. I walked over to Pietro's desk. The office was eerie - the only movement was my reflection in the dark windows. I kept thinking that a security guard was going to find me, or that someone in a neighbouring office block would look over and see what I was doing. But the floor was quiet. I stood in front of the desk - there was nothing on it apart from a floral display and a big picture of Pietro, smiling. I turned the picture face down on the desk.

I sat down in his chair. That felt weird too. No one sits at this desk now. I pulled open his file drawer. It was mostly empty. A few old case files lingered at the back, for stories of his that are over and done with: Zindian Trials, Tompeka and Lode, Five of Cups. I remember that story - it's recent. A guy got murdered in his bar and they found technological equipment stashed there. I pulled the file out and opened it, but there was nothing in it. I don't mean that there was nothing interesting in it - I mean that it was empty. I didn't quite understand that. If someone had taken over Pietro's files, why hadn't they taken the file folder out as well?

I put the file folder back down on Pietro's desk and stared at my reflection in the window. Nothing seemed to make sense, and I'd wasted a perfectly good evening searching through a dead man's desk. I felt ashamed of myself. I went to put the file back in the file drawer, to leave everything as I found it. Which was when I noticed something. A tiny note written in pencil but definitely in Pietro Salk's handwriting. On the back of the file folder, just by the metal hanging rod. It said this:

Reynolds ionizers. Viendenbourg.

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Pietro's Five of Cups article in the Sentinel
http://www.perplexcitysentinel.com/archives/2005/04/five_of_cups_ow_1.html

Here's what happened to poor Pietro :-(
http://www.perplexcitysentinel.com/archives/2005/06/salk_briefly_em.html

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I'm planning to send you an email once a week about my investigations, but I won't be offended if you want to unsubscribe. If you really don't want to hear about my adventures, just send an email to unsubscribe@thescarlettkite.com.

If you think your friends would be interested in my emails, then you can send them to www.scarlettkite.com and there's a signup box on the sidebar.

Until next week.
Scarlett

http://thescarlettkite.com

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==22-AUG-05==

The story so far:

Hi. My name's Scarlett Kiteway, I'm 20 years old and I live in
Perplex City. Last year the Cube - a very precious object - was
stolen from the Academy where my dad (Sente) is the Master, and
concealed somewhere on Earth. We need to find the Cube and get it back.

Some pretty weird things have been going on in my life. It all
started last week, when I got a summer job working at The Sentinel,
the main newspaper of Perplex City. My friend Kurt happened to
mention that he'd done a search for something called a "Reynolds
ionizer" using his key (a kind of computer) and had been tracked by a
military trace. Then, when I went to look in the desk of Pietro Salk
- a Sentinel journalist who died a little while ago - I found a tiny
note scribbled on the back of a file. The note said: "Reynolds
ionizers. Viendenbourg."

There's a lot going on in Perplex City; maybe by sifting all the
clues that are out there, you'd find out who stole the Cube. But I'm
following my own lead. My story is here and you can follow it with me.

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Viendenbourg.

I stared at the file for a few minutes, just to convince myself that
the faint pencil note was really there. Reynolds ionizers.
Viendenbourg. The word meant nothing to me, but I jotted it down on a
scrap of paper, and then carefully put the file back in Pietro's desk
drawer, where I'd found it. I left the office, smiling at the
security guard on duty downstairs, feeling like I had the biggest
secret in the world burning a hole in my brain. Pietro must have done
research into Reynolds ionizers, must have found out more than that
they're just "military tech". This was a lead.

Of course, the first thing I did when I got home was to check my key
for anything about Viendenbourg. Nothing. It's not the name of a
person, it's not the name of a place, it's not the name of a company.
I thought of putting out a request for information in a tech
chatroom, but that seemed like it'd draw too much attention to me.
I'd have to be more sneaky.

I had a long think the next day. Clearly, I was looking for something
that had *some* link to military technology. So perhaps someone who
knew about military technology could help me. My key hadn't brought
up any matches for the name Viendenbourg, but someone out there in
the city must know what it meant. Unless, of course, Pietro Salk had
just made it up. But something about the simple fact that I couldn't
find any information on the word Viendenbourg convinced me that
wasn't the case. If it were just a random word there'd be something,
somewhere. This felt like a cover-up.

So I put on my walking shoes (in fact my sister Violet's stylish
black leather kneeboots :-)) and went out to visit the Museum of
Perplex City where I know they keep a lot of military records. I
figured maybe Viendenbourg might be the name of some old general -
something that someone might tell me if I wasn't asking about
Reynolds ionizers in the same breath.

I love the Museum. It's clean and white, with high ceilings and lots
of light. They have a special room dedicated to the military archives
and there were about 20 people each sitting quietly next to a box
full of old papers, looking through documents. I was the youngest
person there by probably 40 years! I guess there are a lot of older
people researching their family histories. One white-haired man was
looking through a box of papers dated 5BC with tears rolling down his
cheeks. Military history must make moving reading.

I asked one of the research assistants if she could help me find out
anything about Viendenbourg. She was around 80 or 90 years old - lots
of older people volunteer as docents and advisors at the museum. She
was very sweet, but completely useless. She checked the museum key
system but found nothing, so we went meticulously through every
record in her physical index system. I felt terrible, because we were
talking pretty loudly and the room was really quiet. Everyone must
have heard what we were saying.

After about an hour, we'd exhausted the physical records and it
didn't look as if we'd got anywhere. So I thanked her for her time,
and she started to put the records away. As she walked off, I started
to gather my belongings together, so didn't notice the old man from
the 5BC box until he was right next to me. Up close, he didn't look
as old as I'd thought - maybe only 60. His eyes were very pale blue,
translucent as if their colour had been worn away over the years.

He said: "I think you dropped this" and put a tiny data-button into
my hand.

"Oh no, I didn't have one."

The elderly man looked up. The research assistant came closer. He
closed my fingers over the data-button and smiled:

"Yes," he said, "I think it belongs to you."

And as I was standing there, puzzled, he walked off. Surprisingly
fast for an old man.

I have to confess, I thought he must have put his contact details
onto that button, or some weird key virus, so I wasn't in a hurry to
open it up. When I got home, I set up an "airlock" function to
protect my data and opened it up. But it wasn't some old man's
details, but a map. Of an area near the Tanraga mountains. With what
looked like a small village marked with an x, and a little, scribbled
note. "Viendenbourg. Before everything changed."

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I'm planning to send you an email once a week about my investigations,
but I won't be offended if you want to unsubscribe. If you really don't
want to hear about my adventures, just send an email to
newsletter-unsubscribe@thescarlettkite.com.

If you think your friends would be interested in my emails, then you can send
them to www.scarlettkite.com and there's a signup box on the sidebar.

Until next week.

Scarlett

http://thescarlettkite.com