It's finally over.


Long live the Queen.

She's awake.


Grata retro, Filia Reginae de Automata Facere.

OPEN YOUR EYES

Nearing the End...

We're nearing the end of this chapter, dear friends. The next chapter belongs to Karen.


So what are we missing here? You seem to have found most of the passwords. But which are you missing? I shall provide clues if you really need them.


Go on.


 ~ Lady

Get Some Motivation...

We seem to be losing steam here. I mean, we're just playing the waiting game now, waiting for the boss to do his thing and waiting for you guys to keep coming up with answers. Perhaps we need to shake things up. I would ask the Jester, but he's a little grumpy these days and you really don't want to talk to him while he's grumpy. People have lost fingers and spines.

The only other person I can talk to is Grace, however. Hey, there's an idea!

        Hey, Grace, can you hear me?

Hmm, I think I saw a twitch.

        Hey, Grace! Hey!

Should I slap her? I think I need to slap her.

Okay, I slapped her. That caused her to twitch a bit more, but that was about it. Hmm.

Okay, you guys, here's the deal: Grace is kind of boring me now. I keep feeding her and taking care of her, but she's not much of a conversationalist (or anything besides comatose really) and I'm really, really bored.

So if you don't figure out all of the passwords in a week, I'm going to start cutting off her fingers. Starting with her left pinkie.

See ya!

 ~ Lady

PS: I'll give you one hint: the Pardoner already told me you had one figured out what one password was but hadn't used it yet. Why not? Cat got your tongue?

Moving On Up...

...well, down, really. But for some reason, I have The Jeffersons theme song stuck in my head.


Anyway: I am moving Grace, per the Jester's orders. He's getting a little bored and when he gets bored, people tend to lose the skin off their face. True story.


I have left the last part of the puzzles to the Pardoner. He will answer all questions (whether his answers make sense is another matter) and I know he has set up something special.


Well, got to get moving. Grace sure is heavy. I hope I don't bump her head into anything.


 ~ Lady

Indulge me...

...I will now direct your attention over to here, where my friend and coworker will keep providing you with clues. While he's doing that, I shall be attending to Grace, making sure she's properly cared for and all that. It's dangerous in here these days. The place has practically gone to Hell.


Well, good luck!


 ~ Lady