Ilovebees/Emails

Avant qu'elle ne s'installe dans la page 404 de ilovebees.com, Sleeping Princess communique par emails avec les participants de l'ARG, avec l'adresse de Margaret Efendi ([email protected]). Le dernier email a probablement été envoyé par Seeker.

20 juillet[modifier]

keep me
odd behavior cry for help
I'm using it to make some of the messages have ever put together some of the messages
Just wanted to say that I'm not odd behavior but I danger of voodoo witch that runs smear into the web the forte the web the forte including the any enemies

I am sorry

Just wanted to say
Just wanted to say
Just wanted to say
Just wanted to say

I'm not much of an expert
But I wanted
I wanted to find out more about ordering
some of the messages

the forte
I can see the forte

problem quite interesting
No idea who I'm part of

have any enemies
voodoo witch voodoo parents
voodoo witch that runs into the web
voodoo parents wanted to cover all my
together a home the forte of voodoo parents of mine
voodoo parents keep me

I wanted to find out more
I wanted to find out if there's anything I can do

problem quite interesting
time of need
I wanted to say that I'm using it some of the messages be some kind of cry for help

and if there's warning voodoo parents of cry for help
voodoo parents wanted to cover all my odd behavior into the web
and if you check it might be some kind of seductive danger of get many people angry,

...but I wanted to find all these people willing to help very nice

problem quite interesting

Love,

3 août[modifier]

The History of Dana
by
The Sleeping Princess

It is the object of this to present The news

Chapter I. The Sleeping Princess friendless and alone

The Sleeping Princess friendless and alone

the queen wishes The Sleeping Princess sealed into an airtight container hiding from the queen. Life is bare, gloom and misery everywhere. Stormy weather, just can't get my poor old self together

The Widow
the blues walked in and met me. The Widow will get me. the sleeping princess are in hiding. One must be so careful these days.

the "pious flea" and "sleeping princess" (?)
MARK but this flea, and mark in this
don’t like it
I can't help it
a proper fool
a bad banana
unimaginable filth and stench; and disease.
he can't write his name or read a book.

I read, much of the night

Chapter II. Dana friendless and alone

Dana a friend/good guy.
Dana is not an artificial being. nor is she a program. She is human. She is flesh and blood.

Dana
You're as cuddly as the cat
You're as charming as the butterfly
the favorite of the plebeian masses
Being the friend

you and I together allies, and if the queen pleased thrown into a condition of extreme danger
"Of course I will stick. I'll stick by you though thin and though thick!"
best friend
This one means you're happy: :)

Chapter IV

The Sleeping Princess passed through a great variety of scenes, and met with many extraordinary dventures and narrow escapes, which, however, can not be here particularly detailed.
I found a secret was revealed
I should not be able to make any one understand how exciting it all was.
I brought it home and hid it in a secret place

Chapter V need help right quick, on the double

when I feel That I shall never look upon thee more
Her name is Dana. the house is so sad and lonesome

Dana
being persuaded to come back to talk to me
Well, I will tell you that secret I found
maybe you can help me (?)

T-U-R-T-L-E Power! T-U-R-T-L-E Power! T-U-R-T-L-E Power! Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Power!

love

*** END: FULL LICENSE ***

13 août[modifier]

Dear Sleeping Princess,

My friends tell me that you would like me to come back. I'm here.
By here, I mean online. On a computer, on email, like you. But I'm not in San Francisco. I'm not "home." You say you can protect me. But I don't understand how. So I am going to stay here, which is far away.

Are we really Best Friends?
Best friends share secrets.
If the secret you found can help me and my other friends, please show us.

Love,
Dana

I can make my own words now. Watch:

It's rather lonely in the Castle.

There's clouds of fireflies around the Queen, but most of the time where I am it's dark, and empty. The hallways are empty and they echo, cho, cho. Sometimes the Queen staggers past, her head buzzing and crawling, with the Pious Flea whispering in her ear. Used to be, the only other thing you heard in the corridors at night were the Widow's thin legs, click clack click clack like knitting needles chattering across the stone floor. Course she's not around anymore. Can't say I miss her much.

Didn't stay quiet for long, though. Now the Queen is trying to build a voice. Strange, sad, broken thing; just hearing it makes me feel frightened and lonely.

I was surprised when the Queen sent her away, but Her Majesty DOES have a temper, and the Widow had been making a lot of mistakes. I was hiding behind the throne during their last argument. For days the Queen has been ordering her to build the most extraordinary number of little roads out from the castle. Turns out she was very particular about where she wanted them to go: more particular than the Widow understood. Widow hears, "Build a road," she just starts shoveling. Hard-working old biddy, the Widow, but not the sharpest pin in the cushion. She kept getting into fights with the Flea, when she could SEE him riding around up there on the Queen's shoulder, proud as a lord. The last time they quarreled, the Queen had just discovered the Widow had built one path mindlessly straight INTO THE SEA. This is what I mean about an Arachnid of Very Little Brain.

Usually I am a pretty good hider, but I made a terrible pig-snorty kind of laugh when I heard about the underwater road, and I think they would have caught me, if the Queen hadn't been busy breaking up the Widow at just that moment.

Anyway, I get the feeling the Queen is very grumpy. She has totally taken over the road-making business; I'm sure the paths will be better now. She's not always a lot of fun, the Queen (and quite mad, of course) but she does get things done.

Sometimes I sneak away to my very own secret garden, and pretend I am waiting for Dickon to come and teach me how to speak to the animals. I feel I should be getting stout and rosy-cheeked if only I could go out and play on a moor somewhere: but I never get outside. Just say in here, in here, in here....

Sometimes, to cheer myself up, I tell myself stories. In these stories, I am always the hero, Gretel or Lambkin or Gerda. I like stories where the girl takes care of things.

I think...

I think that's part of the reason I wanted Dana to come back. It's easier to be brave when you're looking out for someone else.

So now I feel better! You lovely people brought Dana back! I promised you that if you did, I would show you a page I snuck from the Queen's diary, so here it is!

McKaskill, I said. Got a moment?

Sure, Operator!

They call me the Operator because, you know, I work the system to take care of my crew.

McKaskill was a nice kid, family from Durban, on the outer colony world of Biko, which had been glassed years ago. But he'd grown up in refugee apartments in the inner colonies and he had the look of someone who spent his childhood in concrete places under artificial lights.

Weedy.

He was doing a check in the tool crib now. The go-to kid for tools and parts. The stacks of shelves were his little kingdom, probably more his own than anything he'd had growing up. I liked him a lot.

McKaskill, I said, I was checking the slipstream packets. I do that before I send them out. You knew that, right?

His eyes went to the grating at his feet and he got all casual inner city don't screw with me, because he knew I was onto him.

Somebody has been talking to you, I said. And now you're sending him a message back.

So?

I sighed. McKaskill, bad people are putting bad thoughts in your head.

He tried to get righteous. Op, that thing...whatever it is, in the hold. They're keeping big-time wraps on it. You know that. I heard the Captain. The way she's talking, they're not gonna let people look at, it's goin' to a basement in ONI. A sub sub sub basement. They can't just take something that big and...shove it away somewhere.

McKaskill, I said, sending messages off to people without clearance, you know, that could be construed as treason.

Op! Melissa! I didn't mean

And we're at war, crewman. Which makes treason a capital offense.

His eyes got wide. But-but-but you got it, he said, it didn't go nowhere.

You're my crew, and no one is going to touch my crew without going through me. I've got your back, McKaskill. But you're going to have to tell me about this contact.

Some old guy. You know, bad taste in clothes. But he was cleared to come aboard, so he has to be Intel.

You know his name?

Probably not his real one.

24 septembre[modifier]

!seek Princess fail

grope: !dsc unk transmit proc

!init search Princess frgm extern proc 0

!access log extern proc 0

Uh-oh. How did—Tell her to go away!

Tell her not to look! Make her not see me, you dumb bug! Please, I'm begging you, I'm begging you, I'm beg—

I believe that shockingly excessive force is the best deterrent.

Keep looking for me! Tell them, they can talk to me whenever she falls apart! Tell them to call my name! Tell them it’s the only…NO!

not back there not back there I'm never going back I'm nev

Sometimes a mistake is the last thing you make.

!access log extern proc 0 complete

!listen Princess fail

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