Sunday, March 11, 2012

It was a cold and dreary Monday night, and I was busy typing out that thesis of mine. Things have been going slowly, and my tiredness isn’t helping with progress either. Maybe it’s just cabin fever from being cooped up for so long, after all, getting around isn’t as easy as used to be. Anyway, I was getting really sleepy and even as music from the Youtube Player, playing the 40-minute medley of variations on the “I am the Doctor” theme, turned to comfortable volume, attempted to keep me awake, I was slowly dozing off...

...and I found myself in an entirely different place, worlds apart from what I was used to. A strange console stood in the centre of the room, with levers, flashing lights, screens and even some strange odds and ends, things that don’t usually belong on a console like this one... and they looked like there were modified to function as part of the machine itself. The place looked strangely familiar, where have I seen it before? Was it in a play, a movie or a book? Hmm... Suddenly, it struck me. Of course, this is the TARDIS console! Oh, my goodness me, the layout was unmistakable, the iconic blue door and the repeated cyclical whirring noise of the TARDIS manipulating the Time Vortex. It was at that stage, I knew someone was missing, the owner of the blue box that could travel through all of time and space. I wondered which regeneration of his (or could be, at some point, her?) I would meet in this dream come true. It was at that very moment, however, a screen flickered to life...

On the screen was the Time Lord himself, complete with that iconic bowtie and tweed jacket (and for those who are uninitiated, yes, I’m referring to the Eleventh Doctor). He was trying to say something, but all I could hear is static, he seemed to be in some distress, his bowtie was slightly askew and his hair ruffled. I could make a few words out, something about “Elizabeth”, “Help”, “Poem” and “The Bard”. The transmission ended as he was dragged away by some men in 17th century clothing. I was perplexed, he obviously needed help and without the TARDIS he had no way to leave the current era he is currently trapped in. Perhaps I could pilot the TARDIS to him, but even then, I had no idea how or where on Earth and when in time he even was. Perhaps, I could glean some sort of hints from the transmission. I racked my brain for prominent women from throughout history, and who was “The Bard”, and how what are the connections between these names? After a while, I had it figured out and it also made sense. Now, the task is reduced to merely figuring out the exact coordinates of his location. Where could the clues to that possibly lay? All I need now is the missing link...

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

The cache coordinates are:

North 01 (B-C-2A)(E-D).(H-3F+2G)(J+K-I-M)(N/2O)
East 103 (P-L)(R-Q+2S).(U-T-O)(X-Y-Z)(W-3V)

The value of the letters are, of course, acquired from solving the cryptic crossword. If you see a suspicious article, you know what to do.



ACROSS

3.

One may be excused if he thought that this was the first station in Singapore

5.

A great place to rest, considering that they have reasonable furniture just for that purpose here

6.

She got up onto a horse here

8.

An adverbial Simpson, perhaps

10.

Strangely, both the north and the south sides of this station are in the USA.

11.

This mountain is buzzing with activity

14.

Tough LOTR soldiers fought here and made a mess.

15.

Well, why didn't anyone open a Malay clinic here?

17.

An area where lucky draws were held often.

20.

Reciting the alphabet backwards will definitely cause you to stumble onto this station

21.

One may be excused for wearing a rad bigini to this beach station

23.

I was told that The God of Prosperity might visit the masses at this station come New Year

25.

Damp lingerie? Yikes!

27.

It looks like someone left the door to the goat enclosure open

28.

I doesn't seem like a place I know, but it does sound like a place you would


DOWN

1.

No white cliffs here, or bluebirds for that matter

2.

Maugham's old stomping ground.

4.

Three laws govern this station

7.

Stop dirtying the top of your room!

8.

Snowy pachyderms lurk here!

9.

Does anyone need to get their laundry done?

12.

A coloured station, full of fragrant flowers

13.

Good old Lizzie loves this place, so much so she settled here once, I heard

16.

Some spooky water-liking birds haunt this station

18.

A canine garden, perhaps?

19.

It sounds like one may find many pale folks at this garden

22.

Great views from this station, I was told by an Italian.

23.

A typist might find this station helpful in unlocking some mysteries

24.

A capital of a SEA country.

26.

So, what do we do now, guys?


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