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Post by woefulcambria on Oct 22, 2006 17:01:00 GMT -5
V nodded. "We should still check it out, though. We should probably go as a group -- if just one of us goes, it will be easier to... to eliminate us." He swallowed as he completed the sentence, the true weight of the situation bearing down on him like an overgrown bat. His head felt slightly numb, and he paled, still standing by his remark. -I guess the world really is a scary place.-
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Post by freeeagle on Oct 22, 2006 17:46:36 GMT -5
"We should wait until darkness falls. It should be easier to remain hidden that way. Until then, I think we should compare notes on V.F.D. As Sir Francis Bacon said 'Knowledge is power'." said F, thinking that danger would remain hidden after nightfall as wel.
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Post by woefulcambria on Oct 24, 2006 10:31:43 GMT -5
"Well.... Um... I think you two should go first, and I'll eliminate what I already know from that," V said, fighting the nervousness that was in his voice. "I think it might be easier that way."
He didn't really wish to share his first encounter and the ensuing week, seeing as both of these two were looking for the same person and it wouldn't help a bit, but perhaps they already knew what he knew. He hoped.
Maybe.
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Oct 24, 2006 17:25:54 GMT -5
So L. and the Baudelaires make their ersatz rope, and climb up to where C. was. "Who is C.?" asked Violet. "C. is a friend of mine. No, a relative of mine. He was searching for someone named F., who was a part of our family. When I found him and told him about my father, we resolved to search together." So they stand in front of the Hotel Denouement when C. says, "L., I know the location of a friend named A., who knows where the sugar bowl is." And as they set off from the doomed hotel, things were about to be set in motion.
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laret
Reptile Researcher
why is there a log in the middle of the graveyard in this picture?...
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Post by laret on Oct 28, 2006 5:48:44 GMT -5
"i have devoted most of my time to the art of disguise. i have discovered that all VFD members have a extensive disguise kit which i have an almost complete kit for after finding the list in a book. i have been studying these items and have worked out various fine disguises for general use the only items i cannot work out why you wouldneed are a medium length beige coat and a sugar bowl?! which i do not own as i think the list is refering to a specific item" said G relaying his knowledge egerly
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Post by freeeagle on Oct 28, 2006 8:57:53 GMT -5
"Well, I have learned everything I know about V.F.D. from the books I found in the library, beyond what is there, I know very little, except where my uncle has been." said F. She couldn't help but feel that V. was hiding something from all of them. "V., what do you know?"
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Oct 28, 2006 15:46:56 GMT -5
C. lead them to his taxi and got them in. "Baudelaires, I am C. Snicket." he said. "And I know the location of the real sugar bowl. It's at the Veritable French Diner." and so he started the engine and began to drive to the Veritable French Diner.
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Post by woefulcambria on Nov 11, 2006 15:55:26 GMT -5
V fidgeted slightly. "Well, I've, um, been around, and I know that there are only about seven volunteers left, and I know that J and K Snicket are both, um, dead. But I ..."
He paused, wanting to tell them of his first encounter - though it still seemed risky.
"I've met L," he said after a moment of hard thought. "And, from what I remember, I think he's dead too."
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Nov 11, 2006 16:37:16 GMT -5
The taxi pulled up in front of the diner on 141 Dark Avenue. “Follow me, Baudelaires,” he said, and lead them into the diner. There were no people residing or eating here, save for a volunteer disguised as a waiter. “I didn’t realize this was a sad occasion,” said the waiter. “The world is quiet here,” announced C. Snicket. “Are you the Baudelaires? You look so much like your parents!” shouted the waiter in surprise. “Anyway, the sugar bowl. We expected you to come here and retrieve it, but before you even got here, a man with a tattoo on his ankle of our symbol, and with one eyebrow took it out of here.” The Baudelaires winced, thinking what Olaf would do if he had his hands on the sugar bowl. “What was his name?” asked L. “His name was David Anwhistle, and he has only one eyebrow because his aunt had only one eyebrow. David is a volunteer.” “You mean our late cousin Ike Anwhistle has a cousin?” “Yes, Baudelaires,” the waiter said. “So where did he take it?” asked Klaus. “He said he was taking it to somewhere safe. He was taking it at an island in the middle of the ocean.”
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Post by freeeagle on Nov 12, 2006 14:02:55 GMT -5
OK, since I joined the RPG before reading The End I had no idea that Kit's daughter was named Beatrice too. Could I change my name to Beatrice? * * * * "Dead?" Beatrice said in disbelief. "Are you sure? L Snicket must be my uncle, Lemony. I...really don't have any family left." said B as a single tear fell.
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Jack
Catastrophic Captain
{always & never the same.}
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Post by Jack on Nov 23, 2006 10:27:45 GMT -5
OOC: Hey guys! Twistedbrain and I started this some time ago, adn for months nobody ever came. I am glad it has been a hit! I'll have to enter the story sometime though...hmmm...
J sat in a coffee shop owned by his collegue. He was tyign on his typewriter and furiously scribbling notes inot his commonplace book. He was trying to get the Sebald code down pat, but he failed that class A PP anyway. He droped his pen adn decided he would try ti get some coffee into his system. He walked up to the counter and asked the woman behind the counter if he could have a cappuccino.
"That depends..." She said. "Have you been good to your mother, young lady?"
J backed away fomr the person. On autopilot he said, "The question is, has she been good to me."
It was tthen that he saw the taxi outside, and a man talking to the sibblings he thought he would never see again.
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