Friday, January 16, 2009

Another Puzzle!

Hey!

I know how much you guys like puzzles.
Well, another cat. A has put together a puzzle for you to solve!
So I'll hand it over to him:












All about my puzzle:
- The letters above a column are all the letters contained in the column below, but in alphabetical order.
- Same thing goes for the letters after the rows
- The black squares are spaces in between words
- Words only end with a black space, other wise they can keep going in the next row.

That's pretty much all you need to know.
Have fun.

Friday, January 9, 2009

An Odd Discovery

Today I went into the tutor's room, because Doyle sent me to fetch a newspaper article.
I was looking around for the article, but I couldn't see it on his desk.
So, I had a look around at all the desks, and the shelves. Then, I still couldn't find it , so I looked in the cupboard.
And, at the back of the cupboard, I found...
Nics' letter! The Shakespeare one.
Someone had hidden it there.
It didn't have a postage stamp (Annabel usually puts those on), so it had never left EMA.
But Nics got a reply!
The reply must have been sent by someone at EMA.
Does that mean, they're not her father?
Or does that mean someone at EMA is her father...?
I don't know what to think.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Another Strange Letter

Nics got another weird letter.
It must be from her Dad, but we've got no idea what it means.
Pictures this time!




















It says to reply to the address on the envelope, but there was no address on the envelope.
The mysteries of the world continue.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Talked to Dengo

I'm much calmer now.
Dengo was sleeping with us last night.
I woke him up in the middle of the night, and I made him come outside the bathrooms so the others wouldn't hear us.

The conversation went something like this:
Me: Dengo, I found your blog.
Dengo: You what? How?
Me: Kite's myspace
(I didn't want to tell him about you guys.)
Dengo: Oh, Pali...
(He looked like he was about to hug me, but he didn't.)
Dengo: You mus be flipping right now. I don't... I can't...
Me: Is it true?
Dengo: What part of it?
Me: Everything.
Dengo: Pali, it's a blog. It's where I go when I'm mad at Farren and the world.
Pali: So, it's not true.
Dengo: It is true, but it blows everything out of preportion. There is no "danger." It's alright. I'm keeping a good look out. I'll take care of us all.
Pali: But the mail? Kite's Mum?
Dengo: Yeah... That's true.
Pali: Shouldn't we tell him?
Dengo: No. He can't leave. It will just make him miserable. Pali, I wouldn't tell the others about this if I were you. It will make them all worried for no reason. Talk to me about it if you have problems with it. Ok?
Pali: I'm not promising.
Dengo: It's your choice, but...

I'm not sure if I trust him...

Scared

I found Dengo's blog.
I'm scared.
I don't know what to do.

More later.
For now, I need to think... Hard.

How long have you known?
Please, email me.

Nics Wanted A Post

Nics posting.

I want to thank you so much. To think I might never have known if it wasn't for you guys...
I'm kind of overwhelmed. No, I'm used to it now. No, ok, I'm kind of used to it, but every time I think about it, I get a weird pang in my chest...
I have a father.
I've had a father my whole life.
What a bastard!
What kind of father gives his daughter no word of his existence for five years?
And then suddenly turns up in an obscure coded message? What if it hadn't been decoded?
But I forgive him.
Because he is my father.
I have to contact him.

I need your help, please.
I have to write a letter to my Dad.
But Pali says there must be a good reason he's using code, and I think she's right.
We have to make it look like a reply to the Dedicated Shakespeare Association.
But coded in it, somehow - "I miss you. Where are you?"
Do you guys know how to do that?
Contact me - nicss@ymail.com
Thank you!

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Forgot!

I'm so sorry, I forgot. There was a post it note with the letter.
I tried to take a photo of it, but it was too blurry to read:















I'll type up what it says:

- Horatio is to himself
- Ill Hamlet lost 4 letters
- The opposite in the first clown's reply.
(There is an arrow from ill to opposite)
- At the heart of the Laertes line.
- Hamlet is to Horatio
(Says Horatio upon his entrance)
- Gone for Hamlet, longest returned for you.

I Got Mail

Ok, so, I just got my mail!
It's so great hearing from my parents about all the things they've been doing.
My Dad is learning to cook. He made tuna casserole.
And my Mum is taking yoga classes.
How funny!

But I mainly wrote to tell you about something really odd.
Nics got a letter.
A really weird letter.
It was so odd, I took a photo of it, so I could show you guys:























Can you read that? The quality is awful. But, how strange!
Nics never wrote to the Dedicated Shakespeare Association. I don't think she's even read Hamlet!

EDIT:
Looking up the text of Hamlet here:
http://www.shakespeare-online.com/plays/hamletscenes.html
Weird so far.

Click for Sound!

Stupid audio.

Friday, January 2, 2009

MAIL!

So, the Konks have told us that we’re getting mail!
They’ve received letters from our parents, and (if we’re real good, what a laugh), we’ll be getting them really soon.
I can’t wait to hear what Mum and Dad have been doing – it’s like a TV show, where you get one episode, and then you have to wait ages for the next one!
I want to write to tell, and tell them all the crazy things I’ve gotten up to recently. I better not tell them about the laptop though. They wouldn’t approve. ; )
Kite is supposed to be getting some European candy from his uncle, so we’re all excited!

Mail time is also kind of sad, because Nics never receives any. It really gets to her. She’s an orphan. Her first memory is a hospital room, when she was eleven. She can’t remember ANYTHING before that. Isn’t that creepy?
So, the centre is her entire life. She’s particularly bad this time. Apparently, she broke down and cried about it to Dr Jennings. She was really embarrassed afterwards.
We never know what to do, to console her, or cheer her up. We tell her we are her family! That doesn’t cut it for her though.

Still, mail!
Exciting, right?