October 29 Princess Monologue

From ILB

Here's a listing of all newly discovered text in the corrupt images... it's one big monologue puzzle, assumedly from The Sleeping Princess, not unlike the first phase of ilovebees - just like the Widow's Journey. Only this one seems a little more difficult... --thebruce 13:11, 29 Oct 2004 (EDT)

active organizing credit going to trynian, smoke, danteGA, coffejedi, myself, aerosurge, and a number of other

The Widow

 /The Sleeping Princess lay in /
 / the deepest chamber/
 /of the dungeon /
 /in a coffin of glass /
 /where the/
 /Widow /
 /could not hear her breathing. /
 
 /With her staff at the ready /
 /the Widow tested the casket's /
 / iron lock, but the lock remained /
 / fast. Then she touched /
 / it with her staff, and /
 /spoke the true name/
 /of the Princess, and lo! /
 /the lock fell open /
 
 / But when the Widow opened the casket's lid/
 / she saw the glass was /
 /cracked, /
 / and though ancient prophecy foretold that only /
 / the kiss /
 /of a handsome prince could wake/
 /her, the Sleeping Princess was /
 /gone. /

Halsey

 /Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to- Lab day, honey. But can't I have a slice /
 / of- Later. This will just take a few minutes. /
 
 / Short walk through the/
 / Labyrinth. Click-clack of bootsteps in the corridors./
 / Into lab 7. Wait. Tongue depressors, swabsticks, /
 / monitors. Wait. Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to—Footsteps in the hall/
 / Middle-aged, female; stride length and time suggest height approx. 1.7m./
 / Halsey/
 / Door swings open. It's her. Coffee stains on labcoat. She gives me the queenly smile. Calls me/
 / by name not number. Why not? She took my name away./
 / She owns it now, can use it if she likes. Tactical option reflex: unarmed;/
 / swabstick through the eye; monitor wire/
 / garrote. Linger there. /
 / She tells me to get in the chair. I don't kill her. /
 /She straps me down. /
 / Fluorescent lights. Smell of formaldehyde. Still/
 / feel the new implants, itchy little bumps along my spine./
 / Eggs waiting /
 / to hatch. Gross. Try not to think about it./
 / More footsteps. Door opens and nurse comes in, steel tray rattling with/
 / needles and scalpels and little evil scissors with hooked blades. /
 / Halsey picks up a needle. Tests the plunger. Something yellow sprays out. Venom colored. /
 / Don't worry, she says. The queenly smile. This will hardly hurt a bit./

The Flea

 /master-sector > !splotch Princess
 seeker > !seek Princess friends
 
 !access log extern proc 0
 
 ...it's you!/
 /I, I thought this was locked. /
 /I thought you couldn't see. /
 /help help no no /
 /I'm sorry I'm sorry /
 /I promise /
 /your majesty /
 /it won't /
 /no please /
 /no
 
 !access log extern proc 0
 complete
 
 seeker > !seek Princess friends
 fail/