Cid's Journal

Time don't seem to matter much in a place like this, but I reckon it's a few days since I last wrote in this here journal.  A lot has happened in such a short time.

With the help of Stuart (the zombie expert) and the Doctor, I was able to rebuild my airship from the few working parts I had left and some new materials.  Plastic and mylar are amazing stuff, I tell you!  Light and resilient, perfect for making a flying machine.  So, we got most of it done, including a new balloon-- and then we left it on Stuart's roof.

After doing some exploring and meeting a few new folks-- including this one kid who called hisself "27"-- we done found that this place could be more dangerous than we thought!  One of Vespa's men was killed, and that nasty woman was trying to put the blame on innocent little Moira!  That lady might be a mite snappish, but she's no killer!

When I went back to Stuart's house alone, I found that my airship was missing.  Nothing left but spare parts and scraps.  I was sure that Vespa woman had something to do with it!  I ran into Sergei, the Russian fella from before, and he suggested "dealing" with her before the election.  Now, I didn't much like the way he was talking.  Maybe I don't like Vespa, but I don't trust Sergei all that much, neither.  There's gotta be another way to deal with that hussy than using sneaky, underhanded tricks-- or outright killing her!  Don't sit right with me, that kind of talk.  I told them to leave me out of it.

And right glad I did, too!  Later on, I found out that some kids all goofed up on some kind of drugs were taking things from all over the city and selling them to stores.  They got over Stuart's wall and took my airship, to sell for scrap!  My airship ain't no JUNK!  I was madder than a polecat on a hot tin roof, I tell you!  With the help of Stuart and Private Trevor, we got most of the parts back, and even though it'll take me another couple of weeks to finish building the airship, I think it'll be better than ever.  I even told Moira she could come up on a flight, when I get her working.  Poor girl needs a friend, I think.  

Stuart's gonna run for the election now, and I can't think of a better man for the job.  He's smart, prepared, and willing to do what it takes to keep people safe.  He ain't hard on the eyes, neither...

Wait, what am I saying?  I didn't come through college and fight for my rights as a woman to get all moon-eyed over some Scottie from the future!  But he does look real nice, coming or going...

I need a cold shower.  Well, maybe a hot one.  I'm covered in engine grease again.  

Anyway, I mentioned the election, right?  Sergei's idea, but that don't mean I'm gonna vote for him.  He's a crafty one, that Ruskie,  but I don't think he should be in charge of nobody, any more than that Vespa should be.  Stuart's got my vote.  I thought he might be a loony, what with all his talk of undead monsters, but as it turns out he might be right!  Looks like there was a real zombie wandering around these parts!  With Trevor seeing a dodo, and a couple other folks seeing a caveman, who knows what else could be lurking around this queer place?  

I'd run myself, just as a matter of pride-- but how could I take on that responsibility, knowing that I'll be gone as soon as I get my ship working?  I can't do that to so many people.  So I'll leave it to the people who are going to be stuck here for awhile, and hope that someday I can bring back some help for them.

That's all I wanna talk about for now.  This is Cid, signing off. 

I woke up in the wreckage of my poor airship, which was caught up on huge marble statue of Atlas. Now, this was right confusing, because last thing I remember was flying over the Atlantic. Could I have been blown into Greece? But it didn't look anything like Greece to me (not that I ever been there). Some of the buildings were downright outlandish, stretching up to the sky like huge, squared towers of glass and metal. Others were more familiar, but still strange. A few looked straight out of a history book, and there was even a grass hut on stilts! Not far away, I could see a huge clock tower. It seemed to be in the center of this strange town.

When I looked down, there was a man dressed in brown robes. Looked like some kinda monk or whatever. I talked to him for a spell, and it was pretty apparent that something strange was going on around these parts. He claimed to be from the 1600's! Now, that was just plain kooky. I met a bunch of other folks, too, all from different times and parts of the world. Seemed like everyone could understand each other pretty well, even though not everyone claimed to be speaking English, so I dunno what caused that but I'm real grateful. As if the culture clash wasn't enough, can you imagine how hard it would be if we couldn't even talk to one another?!

I took a bit of a census to figure out what all these folks were about, and shared my results with a couple of the others who were interested in that sorta thing. This real nifty lady, Caroline, said she came from the Victoria era, but she has a good head on her shoulders and an attitude that I can surely relate to. A bunch of folks were from the year 2007, though it didn't seem like none of them knew each other. Stuart's an interesting fella, what with all his supplies and weapons and "zombie" talk. The Doctor (he won't give me no other name) and his assistant are nice, but it don't seem like the doctor has both feet on the ground. Darius has this newfangled camera that takes moving pictures, but it's small enough for him to carry around in his hands!

I made friends with this young soldier from the thirties. Real nice kid named Trevor. Reminds me of the little brother I never had. A little nervous, but a good fella. Makes me wonder how he got to be a soldier in the first place, though.

There were lots of other folks I met, but it'd take a lot longer to write them all down here, so I'll just end with this:

I'm definitely not in Oklahoma no more.

I have decided to keep a journal in order to chronicle my strange experience, so that if I ever make it back home, I know it wasn't all a crazy dream!  The folks back home sure as heck won't believe me, but at least I'll know the truth for myself...

 Before I get into all that, I'd better establish a few facts about myself.  An introduction, if you will.  My name is Cidney Skye.  I am 21 years old and a recent graduate of Oklahoma State U.  Yeah, that's right.  A woman went to college.  I graduated with a major in Physics and Engineering, too, thank you very much!  I took on a job flying a dirigible, using my pay to research and build my own flying contraption.  I finally completed the one-man (or one-woman, to be exact) prototype of what I call an "Air Ship".  It's part dirigible, part airplane, and all human powered in the steering and propulsion.  All you gotta do is fill her up with bouyant gas and go!  

 Well, I was taking my new ship out for her maiden voyage over the Atlantic ocean when a real nasty storm blew up!  The wind and rain tore my poor contraption to pieces, and I thought for sure that I'd bought the farm.  When I woke up, though, I wasn't in the ocean.  I was on land.  Specifically, I was on a statue.

 I think I should pause here.  There's so much to tell, and I just ain't got the words for it yet.  I'll keep writing some later when I've got my head together.