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Post by Jacques Snicket on Jul 5, 2007 11:39:08 GMT -5
This is a compilation of convoluted notes, secret messages, coded sonnets, sonnets in code, diagrams of large buildings that contain suspicious passageways, narratives of various volunteers, villains, and volatile people around the world. While this has given me many answers, I still have many questions: Why has S not replied to my telegram that was sent yesterday eve? Who is that uncouth-looking banker looking over at my diagrams of Valorous Farms Dairy? Is R who I think she is? Am I who R thinks I am? With all due respect, Eltaan RenefesoPART 1 From the Desk of the Duchess of Winnipeg [/s][/font] [/size] Jacques, I have not heard from L for a while, neither have I heard anything from H either. I am in terrible danger, and thus must go into hiding, a phrase which here means “running into a secret compartment and not secretly corresponding with a noble secret organization for some secret amount of time.” But I can tell you this: The last thing that Dr. Montgomery worked on before he was murdered was the compilation of important evidence which alludes to the untimely death of Beatrice at the hands of Count Olaf, and also the circumstances surrounding the suspicious fires of the Baudelaire and Quagmire mansions. With all due respect, R -------------------------------------——————————— I found this encoded sonnet in a peculiar laundromat, as it was all crumpled up and resting on the mantle of a fireplace that shouldn't have been there. The eagles flies about the bay Arson has taken place this day, Fire is not a force to trifle with Not even if you are the fifth. As the curtain draws to a close, And the actors all bow to suppose, Many destinies entwined in a knot, All our efforts were for naught. The stormy seas wait for a change, When the dreadful count comes to the stage, Unfathomable faces come into view, The end of everything we once knew. The actors take the final bow, This moment, this fire, has turned out how? This sonnet is too much obscure for me to decipher its depths. But I can glean several things: The eagle at the bay has spotted a fire set by a villainous arsonist. Fire really is a force to be reckoned with, and that last line I have no idea about. In the next stanza, an opera or a play has ended, the actors have seemingly comprehended that their destinies are connected and that our efforts as volunteers have failed to hold the villainy of the world in check. The stormy seas waiting for a change refers to the perpetual state of V.F.D. Smoke and mirrors, trickery and deceit. And we all hope for it to change for the better. The unfathomable faces are presumably the identities they have disguised themselves as, as we discover each other's disguises with each passing day. And that last line refers to the end of open trusts, and the unfolding of a deep feeling of distrust. The last two-lined stanza refers to the actors, possibly a reference to the few noble volunteers elsewhere, have done all they can and are resigned to their fates. The last line contemplates on what will happen to the overall state of things. Now, if you were just reading this and you have heard of V.F.D., then dismiss this as nonsensical typographical nonsense.———————————————————————————————————————— [photograph of sugar bowl] Dear Dairy,
Today was a very warm day, as warm as a cup of cold chocolate mixed with milk, poured in sugar, and heated up in the oven for about five minutes. Now as I was in the local café sipping my tea, an ambiguous looking waiter came up to me and handed me this file of papers containing paragraphs concerning sugar bowls, fulminations, and subterfuge. I read and re-read the contents in the sugar bowl file, having just learned that they were a method of communication among members of a secret organization, and also a place to store important evidence pertaining to arson and other misdeeds. Then there was a sentence that caught my attention. It read: “Our most important sugar bowl was once in the possession of the renowned Duchess R of Winnipeg, who had recently been killed in a terrible fire set by Count O{When this entry was found in the middle of the sidewalk, I'm sorry to say, it was already missing a piece of important information that oly one other person knows. -E. R.}
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Jul 5, 2007 13:55:30 GMT -5
PART 2 Dear Dairy,
The Hotel Denouement was bustling with many guests, volunteers and villains today as it is any other day. Now I walked into the hotel, and was astounded at the mirror-writing of the signs and numerals of the lobby. I then saw one of the managers; Frank or Ernest. Now I know that the rumours about the third manager are true. His name is D----- Denouement.
With all due respect, J.S.I apologize for the striked out name of the third manager, as a rather vicious enemy of mine, Count Olaf, had managed to grab hold of this letter by J.S., and stroke a pen through the third manager's first name. -E. R.———————————————————————————————————————— To My Kind Editor,
I am currently stowed inside the baggage compartment of an airliner flying over the Pacific Ocean. I hope that this letter reaches you safely, that I am safe when you get it, and you are in a safe place where you receive it, particularly the Hotel Denouement, as I am going to head there after disembarking the plane at the airport. I apologizse for trhis sloppy poenmanship as I am experiencing some really aeavy turbulence as of now and I don;t thinik I can write any lo—————————————[By the time I had received this letter, the airplane known as Flight 815 has since crashed in the middle of the Pacific, leaving no trace of survivors, which is what I read in The Daily Punctilio this morning in an article by Geraldine Julienne, but I know for certain that Mr. Snicket survived the crash, and many others, due to my numerous voluntary contacts in V.F.D. and The Daily Punctilio -E.R.] To My Kind Editor,
I apologize for being in the baggage compartment of Flight 815 when it crashed on an island. I survived, and I made my way to another section of the wet beach, not knowing I was being watched by several enemies of mine. I then constructed a seaworthy raft with my V.F.D. skills and I finally managed to make it to the Hotel Denouement's large pond. By the way, I think I saw other people on the beach who survived also; and the best they can do is hope for the best. I am going to enter the Hotel Denouement to meet with the third manager to discuss an important matter that is too important to importantly discuss on this importantly unimportant paper. "The world is quiet here."
With all due respect,
Lemony Snicket
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Post by thistledown on Jul 17, 2007 21:42:54 GMT -5
Interesting and well-thought-out...although will there be a story or is it just notes and such?
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Aug 21, 2009 11:42:26 GMT -5
It's going to be like TBL/LSUA. Ahem. I have returned. I apologize for the long delay [complete and utter understatement - E.R.] ------------------------ To a geologist:
Your information concerning rock pool formations around Briny Beach has alerted me. As of now I am currently attending a meeting of the London branch of the Herpetological Society, and as you very well realise, I am being observed as I write this. Now there was an acquaintance of mine who recently discovered an "Incredibly Deadly Viper", whose name is Dr. Montgomery Montgomery. He also took those three unfortunate orphans into his care, soon after their first guardian Count Olaf attempted to steal their fortune. Back to those rock pools; I have done a bit of research myself on rock pools and discovered that they can be several feet deep sometimes. And anybody could hide anything of discreet importance inside a rock pool, and no one would ever find it. For example, at Briny Beach there is a rock pool where is hidden a coded thesaurus, containing the whereabouts of one Beatrice Baudelaire. Those three orphans were at the beach after the thesaurus was left there, and one, Klaus Baudelaire, had good note-taking and observational skills. But they did not think to look into the rock pool. They were taken by Arthur Poe of Mulctuary Money Management from the beach, and it was received by no one----It appears that the rock pool mentioned has been dry for some time now. I am not sure which edition the thesaurus was. If it was a recently printed copy than I have acute reason to believe and fear that our enemies have broken into Valorous Farms Dairy and destroyed several sets of crucial filing cabinets containing valuable information concerning a performance of La Forza del Destino. I also suspect that the geologist to whom this letter is addressed has ties to the F.F.P. - E.R —————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— This is from the index of a book named Odious Lusting After Finance, written by Jerome Squalor and submitted as evidence at the trial in the Hotel Denouement: Snicket, Jacques, 140-185 passageways and, 77-81. See also secret passageways Royal Gardens Fire and, 123-130, 175-178 Snicket, Lemony, 45, 92-99 Snicket file, 43, 63, 85, 144-167. See also secret passageways Squalor, Esmé. See pg. 22-32 Squalor, Jerome. The author of this book sugar bowl, 55, 58, 68, 100-138. See also V.F.D. Regrettably, this was the only surviving page from the comprehensive history of injustice I could salvage from the charred remains of the last safe place. So many questions could have been answered if I were able to read that book, if only for a short time. — E.R.—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Versatility Frame Depot Telegram Service TO: L.S. FROM: S.
IT HAS BECOME CLEAR TO ME NOW THAT YOUR BROTHER WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG STOP. J HAS NOT BEEN SEEN FOR OVER A YEAR NOW AND AS SUCH HAS NOT NOTIFIED I OR ANYBODY ELSE OF THE STATUS OF THE SEVEN CODED BOOKS SHE HAS BEEN WRITING STOP. THIS MEANS THAT SOMETHING HAS HAPPENED STOP. YOUR BROTHER INFORMED ME VIA CARRIER DONKEY THAT THE MESSAGES IN J'S CODED WORKS SPELL OUT DISMAL FORTUNE FOR OUR ORGANIZATION STOP. EVER SINCE THE DAY OF THE ANWHISTLE AQUATICS FIRE I HAVE BEEN READING AND RE-READING ENCODED BOOKS AND POETRY IN ORDER TO XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX STOP. ENCLOSED IN THE ENVELOPE ALONG WITH THIS LETTER IS A LIST OF J'S CODED NOVELS WHICH I HOPE YOU WILL FIND SATISFACTORY AS YOU LOOK OVER HER WORKS STOP. THE WORLD IS QUIET HERE STOP.The author of the coded literature in question has recently been spotted in The City promoting her latest work concerning a rather astute statement on the issue of death and immortality. The list of her books, unfortunately, has been lost. I interviewed a chauffeur on hand during the author's promotion and he recalls seeing such a list, but not much else. The pizza vendor across the street did note that he had read the list, but had forgotten nearly all its contents. I went to interview L.S. on the matter, seeing as he or she (I strongly suspect L.S. is a he) had received the list in question. He was nowhere to be found. Trudging about the countryside of Tedia in forlorn boredom I came across a rather erudite cow who had an excellent grasp on the English language. I inquired him about the list, and he replied that he had not read it, but that he saw a strange triangular symbol scribbled down on a piece of mangled paper he had happened to witness blowing by. - E.R.
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Post by Hermes on Aug 21, 2009 13:10:00 GMT -5
This is wonderful! I hadn't seen it before - it certainly deserves to be better known. Will things become any clearer, or will it remain just as mysterious all the way through?
I'm trying to decode the name 'Eltaan Renefeso', but can't think of anything. I think I may know who J is, though.
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Aug 21, 2009 14:48:40 GMT -5
I'm glad you like this. __________________________________________________________________ THE DAILY PUNCTILIO All the news in fits of print.
FIRE IN THE MORTMAIN MOUNTAINS! BY: J.S.
At noon today, a large fire broke out in the Valley of Four Drafts and destroyed the building housed there. Witnesses claimed to see two people walking from the smoldering wreckage. A man with a beard but no hair, and a woman with hair but no beard, were identified as those two figures. The Valley of Four Drafts has had a very interesting history of being a place for social gatherings and the celebration of False Spring each year. Playwright Al Funcoot has voiced his indifference to the mountain fire, stating that his theatre and the star actor Count Olaf weren't getting much press lately and that he now has a chance to promote his new play Burn the Books and Those Libraries, Too!, which will be performed at the Ned H. Rirger Theatre in The City. On the day of the V.F.D. Headquarters fire I was conducting an interview near Lousy Lane with a woman who had just survived the devastation of Caligari Carnival. In fact, she had in her possession a figurine containing evidence pertaining to Count Olaf and his dastardly schemes and bad hygiene. She had in her hand a singed theatrical program (possibly from the recently-destroyed Archival Library I have heard so much about) outlining the very play mentioned in the article above. But when I scrutinized the cast list, there was no sign or smudge of Count Olaf's name, suggesting to me that J.S. was wrong about Funcoot's new play getting little press before the fire. Also, I note that it is not well known that the Ned H. Rirger Theatre had been recently decommissioned, and that the crews and actors had been transferred instead to Room 792 of the Hotel Denouement before it burned down. -E.R.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------as I sit in one of the pews in the Cathedral of the Alleged Virgin, typing my research and notes onto my typewriter and contemplating life while worrying that my enemies would sneak up behind me and silence me. Even though there is apparently nothing to worry about over the noise of the organ playing, and the beginnings of a thunderstorm near the direction of Lake Lachrymose, I send this message to you, dear sister,
My Dear Sister,
I have taken the precaution of hiding this letter to you in one of my commonplace book entries, which I will soon tear out, give to my trusted associates, to give to you. At the Veritable French Diner, there will be a secret door, disguise yourself as a waitress disguised as a waiter and go to the back of the diner and open the secret trapdoor on the floor. Go down the step ladder, and you will find the key link to the whereabouts of O and the places he has been seenI was given this piece of paper by a strange-looking bookseller who had taken it from between the pages of a large book. It was a worn copy, but I could still see a sliver of the title on the spine dimly: "Phoenix" and another word ending in "-ing." I have reason to believe that the bookseller had placed the above typed letter, concerning the Veritable French Diner, in the pages of one of J's coded novels I have been extensively researching and investigating ever since the day of the Ophelia Bank fire. -E.R.-------------------------------------------------------------- To Dewey Denouement,
I write this letter to you because I fear it won't be long before I am captured by our enemies and forced to read the poetry of Edgar Guest. As the water rises in an abandoned watchmaker's home I am hiding out in, I have come to the conclusion that J was right all along, and that spending one's whole life under threat of drowning, running, dying, falling is not a good way to live one's life at all. She was also correct in that we would do a greater good for the world if we were more active in our acts of nobility and the thwarting of injustice, but cannot do much herself except for her books for fear of also being captured and forced to read dismal poetry by Mr. Guest. Though I agree with her, as do several others as well, most of us seem content to spy from the shadows and engineer events from behind the scenes (e.g. the cover organization of the Herpetological Society, the owners of the Prospero, the secret underground tunnel between 667 Dark Avenue and the Baudelaire mansion, among others). Perhaps the conflicting views on action and seeming inaction burgeoned the terrible schism that is haunting us to this day. I am doing my best to escape this aquatic death trap and meet up with L.S. to further inquire on the subject of that missing list. I have enclosed annotations to L.S.'s work on the Baudelaire children to be filed away in your catalog.
The world is quiet here,
Eltaan Renefeso
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Post by melon head. on Aug 21, 2009 16:57:38 GMT -5
This is very interesting. Keep up the good work!
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Aug 21, 2009 18:01:51 GMT -5
This is absolutely incredible! You knowledge of the Snicket universe is superb, and I love all the mystery involved here. I'm looking forward to reading more.
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Aug 21, 2009 20:06:07 GMT -5
Dear Mr. Snicket,
That biography on Nikola Tesla you sent me for my birthday, "Man Out of Time," was an excellent read. I remember how transfixed I was during classes at our headquarters in the Mortmain Mountains learning about machinery and the physics of Newton and Cavendish. The marvelous ideas in Tesla's mind have been a bright light amidst a world of darkness. I meant that literally, of course. But just as a lamplight can give one warmth and comfort, the blaze of a fire can dampen one's hopes and make one's life utterly miserable. A poignant example of that statement was the laboratory fire, when, on March 13th, 1895, Tesla lost his research and work in a fire that destroyed his laboratory and the surrounding structure. I suspect, as do we all, that one of our enemies destroyed the laboratory and squandered the hopes and dreams of future millions and Tesla himself when everything went up in smoke. Unjustly vilified by contemporaries, left in destitution by the establishment, echoes of his tale rebound yet today with our own lot. On a more happier note, I hear that young Violet Baudelaire is becoming an inventor herself at the tender age of five-and-a-half. I think it is wonderful, and I offer my congratulations and well-wishes to Mr. and Mrs. Baudelaire and their two children.
With all due respect,
C. M. Kornbluth
I retrieved this worn letter from a dustbin outside the Hotel Preludio, where the 235th Annual Seaweed Association Meeting will take place by this time tomorrow. I do not understand why a club concerning all things seaweed would meet at a hotel, and not congregate at Briny Beach where there are many clumps of seaweed for seaweed devotees to clump around. The meeting is a cover for something else entirely, surely evidenced by the sheer absurdity of a seaweed club meeting at a hotel that does not book its guests by the Dewey Decimal System. - E.R.
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This is but a fragment of a complete transcript of the Hotel Denouement trial that I managed to save, having never read the transcript in its entirety:
JUSTICE STRAUSS: "Name?"
COUNT OLAF: "Count Olaf."
JUSTICE STRAUSS: "Occupation?"
COUNT OLAF: "Impresario."
JUSTICE STRAUSS: "And are you innocent or guilty?"
COUNT OLAF: "I'm unspeakably innocent."
JUSTICE STRAUSS: "You may be seated."
[gavel banging]
JUSTICE STRAUSS: "Children, you are next. Please state your names."
VIOLET BAUDELAIRE: "Violet Baudelaire."
KLAUS BAUDELAIRE: "Klaus Baudelaire."
SUNNY BAUDELAIRE: "Sunny Baudelaire."
JUSTICE STRAUSS: "Occupations?"
VIOLET BAUDELAIRE: "Volunteer."
KLAUS BAUDELAIRE: "Concierge."
SUNNY BAUDELAIRE: "Child."
COUNT OLAF: "I object! Their proper occupation is orphan, or inheritor of a large fortune!"
JUSTICE STRAUSS: "Your objection is noted. Now then, Baudelaires, are you guilty or innocent?"
Sadly, this was the only page I could save from the fire of the Valorous Farms Dairy, in which the entire transcript of the trial was stored by the one volunteer who had survived to bear witness. I do not know if those children were innocent or guilty, seeing as I never checked into the Hotel Denouement myself but was searching for a coded message carved into a wooden post at the Vineyard of Fragrant Grapes, and the fact that I do not know the range of crimes both parties were convicted under. I am sure that Count Olaf is far more guiltier than the Baudelaire orphans due to the circumstances of past events. - E.R.
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Brother,
I write to you in haste. Ever since the Ophelia Bank fire we have been in straits more dire than ever before. It seems that in one of her latest books, J warned us via Bloomsbury Code that Count Olaf is heading towards Tedia in order to burn down the Hotel Chiaroscuro in order to destroy important evidence linking him to to the Arcadia poisonings. J herself is in grave danger and may have to go into hiding, a situation you know only too well, Lemony. Every second the flames move closer to our lives, burning our misconceptions and delusions and scorching us with the terrible wicked way of the world. Long ago our pledge was regarded as the height of wisdom and good conscience. How I wish for our pledge to ring true once more.
Hoping that the world can be quiet once more,
Jacques Snicket
The aforementioned hotel in Tedia is gone now, no doubt burnt down by Count Olaf as warned by J. Last night I received a telegram via carrier snail from one of J's acquaintances. J's library had been ransacked, and all books by Robert Frost were taken by the intruders. Curiously, they left her works well alone. Perhaps they had no idea of the warnings she has passed on to us. I can only think of the wickedness that will spread due to this occurrence, and the emboldening of our enemies to snatch random books of poetry from one's alcoves and geodesic domes the world over. - E.R.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Aug 21, 2009 22:29:07 GMT -5
That was fantastic! I liked the little mention of Violet's growing interest towards inventing.
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Aug 22, 2009 2:42:46 GMT -5
THE DAILY PUNCTILIO"All the News in Fits of Print"INFAMOUS AUTHOR IN COURT! BY: L. Denouement Earlier this past evening, J xxxxx R xxxxxx, an author infamous for her prejudice against such noteworthy citizens such as Esmé Gigi Genevieve Squalor (The City's Sixth Most Important Financial Advisor), stage actor Count Olaf ("unspeakably handsome" in his own words), Vice Principal Nero of Prufrock Preparatory School, and many other fashionable personalities, including the fact that she is really fugitive Lemony Snicket in disguise is now facing further infamy and possible suing at the hands of amateur code-breakers attempting to decipher her coded books to discover the secret of TO MY FELLOW VOLUNTEERS, It has come to my attention that J is scheduled to arrive at The City High Court by this time Thursday afternoon. I have embedded this message within the purposely misleading text of this article in the hopes of deterring lassitudinous, skimming villains who have no time for any literary or discerning exercise at all. It is my fear that if she loses her case, the already rampant treachery and villainy in the world will rise to even more gargantuan, unmanageable levels of pyromania and chaos if her greedy, sneaky, and underhanded opponents in court win the case, which is not about code-breaking at all, but more a matter of an author's right XXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXThe rest of the message was smeared beyond all legibility due to Eleanora Poe jamming the printing press right then and there after she had received a telegram from Al Funcoot informing her of a supposed leak in the newspaper. I have not been able to locate L. Denouement, though he has been seen at several funerals as of late, all of which concern his dwindling family. It is horrible that J has to experience the same type of misfortune endured by Lemony Snicket (I dearly hope his name is cleared sooner than later) after Snicket's firing from The Daily Punctilio all those years ago. - E.R.------------------------------------------------------ Snippets of L.S.'s works concerning the Baudelaires, annotated by Eltaan Renefeso various volunteers: “ ‘Dr. Montgomery is––let me see––your late father’s cousin’s wife’s brother.’ ”Bertrand Baudelaire, while in contact with me, did not mention that his cousin’s wife had a brother at all. In fact, Bertrand never even heard from his cousin since he married Ms. Montgomery. - E.R."And there were seven or eight people milling around, waiting for the show to begin."Based on the research I did and the evidence I collected, it could be entirely probable that one or more of those people were involved in the destruction of the Duchess of Winnipeg’s palace. - E.R.“ ‘…thanks to an accident in her grandfather’s laboratory…’ ”After many months and weeks of diligent research, it is clear to me now that the laboratory of Isaac Anwhistle’s mother’s father was once used as a botanical factory that implemented hybridization between apple trees and horseradish plants. - J.S.“ 'We figured that Olaf must have been an evil man even before he met you.' ”Duncan Quagmire was right, of course. But he was wrong at the same time, as Count Olaf was once a noble volunteer, until the fateful night at the opera when his parents were murdered. - E.R.“Jacques Snicket worked for V.F.D., which stands for ‘Volunteer–’ and then it’s ripped, right in the middle of the sentence.”He was a noble man. Jacques made several lifelong friends, including Isaac Anwhistle, Montgomery Montgomery, and countless other noble people in the world… - J.K.R.------------------------------------------------------ "Who knows when some slight shock, disturbing the delicate balance between social order and thirsty aspiration shall send the skyscrapers in our cities toppling?"This quote by Richard Wright had been hastily written onto the crumpled piece of paper I had found hidden between two pages of a coded dictionary. I have reason to believe that Jerome Squalor, expert on injustice and author of Odious Lusting After Finance availed himself to the convictions of Mr. Wright when writing the comprehensive history of injustice that is now a pile of ashes amidst the ruins of a burnt hotel. It has only been a short time since I first heard rumors of what the Baudelaires had done at the Hotel Denouement the day it was burned down. - E.R.----------------------------------------------------- To My Kind Editor:
Please send this transcript to the Duchess of Winnipeg in order to verify the claims that a man with one eyebrow was seen near the Veritable French Diner, where I understand resides a small important packet of papers which informs the subjective flaneur as to the true whereabouts of Olaf. Remember, this document is to be given to Duchess R., and no later than before!
With all due respect,
Lemony Snicket--------------------------------------------------- [/u][/b] [li]8/33 -- Hotel Denouement [/li][li]10/21 -- Valley of Four Drafts [/li][li]5/04 -- Hinterlands [/li][li]6/22 -- 141 Dark Avenue [/li][li] 8/12 -- 667 Dark Avenue[/li][li]9/13 -- Hotel Denouement [/li][li]12/31 -- Hotel Denouement [/li][li] 1/23 -- Hotel Denouement[/li][/ul] [/tt] [/size] I found this notebook paper on the outskirts of the Village of Fowl Devotees where the Baudelaires have stayed for a duration of their time. The last meeting on the list, at the Hotel Denouement, was on a Thursday. But the trial was never brought to fruitition, and villainy was never brought to justice. - E.R.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Aug 22, 2009 9:22:08 GMT -5
Great chapter. I had originally thought J was someone else rather than Lemony in disguise, but it's definitely something I can see him doing. It's also very sad that Jerome lost the only copy of Odious Lusting After Finance - I've always wondered if there was only one, or if he had others stashed away somewhere.
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Aug 22, 2009 10:54:27 GMT -5
No, you were right in assuming J was someone else (see the annotations). I'll have more posted later.
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Post by Hermes on Aug 22, 2009 11:10:46 GMT -5
This continues to be brilliant. Nice to see a reference to Tesla. (Is is true about the fire in his laboratory?) And I suspected that those might be J's other initials. I'm glad to hear that she is a member of VFD.
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Post by JTB on Aug 22, 2009 12:53:56 GMT -5
This is really great stuff, Jacques! Keep it up! ;D
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