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Post by deanna. on Oct 29, 2005 12:13:27 GMT -5
I'm sad again. I need to read more of this story. *weeps*
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Post by PJ on Oct 29, 2005 20:21:39 GMT -5
BAD DUPIN. YOU MAKE TEH PEEJ CRY. *cries*
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Post by SF on Oct 29, 2005 21:25:10 GMT -5
Dupin said that he was going back and forth inbetween Missing and Factory, and that he would write a chapter of Missing (which he said takes about a week) and then a Factory chapter (which he said takes about a day or two).
Just thought I'd fill you all in. PJ, don't cry. *hug*
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Post by champ103 on Oct 30, 2005 4:34:04 GMT -5
If I try and finish 'Missing' today, then 'Factory' will be up tomorrow.
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Post by deanna. on Oct 30, 2005 23:06:55 GMT -5
YAY!! *hugs*
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Post by champ103 on Nov 3, 2005 4:49:55 GMT -5
[this chapter is really short, but I liked where I left off so sorry]
7 ‘In which a hallway is seemingly longer then expected so Dupin could fit some needed dialogue in..’
‘Greetings!’ cried out a voice from the grand stairs of the lobby. The children-and their guardians-all looked out in the direction of the voice, and they were greeted themselves with the creaky whine of an accordion, before Lemony Snicket started making his way down the stairs, playing it softly in a slow and sad tune. ‘Good day, Mister Snicket,’ said Shruti Scipio’s father, shaking Snicket’s hand, rudely pulling it away from the author’s playing. ‘My name is Akbar Scipio.’ Lemony Snicket chuckled. ‘No,’ he simply said, and snatched his hand away from Mr. Scipio’s, before he started to play his accordian again. Akbar frowned, and raised an eyebrow at Snicket’s perplexing answer. ‘Gather round,’ he explained. ‘I’m very sorry to inform you that you’re in the wrong place.’ Everyone frowned. ‘What do you mean, Snicket?’ Erin Morose cried out. ‘I spent-‘ ‘The Littlest Elf factory is just across the street,’ Snicket interrupted. ‘And it’s a lot more pleasant.’ The well-read people in the room all gave a chuckle, one of them being Kimia. Snicket did not chuckle however-he had a serious look on his face. ‘I shall give a tour to those most unfortunate having problems with reading,’ he said quietly. ‘But if you can, I’d highly suggest you leave as quickly as possible, to avoid a treacherous journey around the world of the Baudelaire orphans.’ Everyone stood still and silently for a few seconds. ‘Give us the tour, Snicket!’ someone cried out, their words slurred. ‘If I must,’ Lemony Snicket said, shaking his head slowly. He was dressed in a long black coat with a bowler hat over his head, and his gloved hands holding his accordions. It was now that with one hand, he quickly pulled off his hat, and placed it a convenient part of the banisters. ‘The start of our journey takes us to Briny Beach,’ Lemony Snicket explained. ‘Now, Briny Beach was once blossomed with tourists-the word blossomed here means-‘ ‘We know what it means!’ Pandora cried out angrily, but Kimia suspected that she actually didn’t. ‘Now where’s the door to it?’ Mr Snicket glared at Pandora and sighed. ‘This way, young…’ he frowned. ‘What is your name, young missus?’ ‘I’m Pandora Morose!’ Pandora cried out with a small, recited spin. ‘And I’m the sweetest, kindest girl, and I have the nicest facial features!’ With that, she stood on her tiptoes, and tapped Mr Snicket’s nose with her fairy wand. Lemony Snicket looked slightly confused. ‘Right then,’ he said in hushed voice. ‘Pandora Morose, the door is this way. Everyone else come along, although it’s not too late to-‘ ‘Shut up!’ cried someone. Mr Snicket sighed. The winners followed the author down a very narrow corridor, where they walked past several other doors, all with numbers on, and the familiar VFD insignia. Kimia smiled as she looked around-whilst other people were focusing on being rude, or the centre of attention, she was just happy looking around, and appreciating the factory around her. However, she was planning to try and talk to Mr Snicket, but she didn’t want to appear as rude as the other children. ‘You know what?’ she heard Philip Jucker say to Snicket loudly, as the boy joined him at the front of the line. ‘Is it that you know where Beatrice is hiding?’ Mr Snicket asked. Philip frowned. ‘No, it’s not that,’ he declared. ‘I was going to say that I have six pets, and five games consoles.’ ‘Spoilt?’ Mr Snicket asked. ‘No way!’ Philip cried. ‘I bought these things myself. I’m better at earning money then any parent.’ ‘Excuse me!’ cried a voice from behind, and Mrs Erin Morose stood forward. ‘But I work ten hours a day! Ten!’ To emphasize just how much she worked a day, Mrs Morose held up ten fingers and held them right in front of Philip’s eyes before he produced another argument about how great he was. ‘Mr Snicket! Mr Snicket!’ cried a voice, as Mrs Morose and Philip disappeared back into the line, still arguing. ‘Hello,’ Mr Snicket said, looking forward as they reached a door at the end of the corridor, only to pull it open and for them to walk into an almost identical looking one-the only difference was that the numbers of the doors were two-digit numbers. ‘How can I help you?’ ‘I was curious,’ said Michael Tee, as he started walking beside Snicket like a side-kick. ‘What does VFD stand for?’ ‘Well,’ Lemony Snicket began with a frown. ‘And what about that sugar bowl?’ Michael asked. ‘You see-‘ Snicket tried. ‘And Beatrice,’ Michael said. ‘What’s up with Beatrice?’ ‘The problem is tha-‘ ‘And where did Widdershins and that happy guy go?’ ‘It’s-‘ ‘And what happens in the last book?’ ‘I ca-‘ ‘Do we Duncan and Isadora ever again?’ ‘That’s a-‘ ‘There’s this rumour that one of the Baudelaires dies-is it true?’ ‘But-‘ ‘And what about-‘ Michael Tee began, only for him to be interrupted himself. ‘I can’t tell you!’ Lemony Snicket cried out angrily. ‘The facts of the final events of the Baudelaire’s lives are so horrible and villainous that if I were to reveal things to you, your ears would bleed.’ Michael Tee frowned, and then angrily, he left Mr Snicket’s side and went to the back of the line. Mr Snicket smiled as he approached a large metal door, with the VFD insignia of the three letters shaped as an eye painted on it in large size. ‘This door will take us to our first stop,’ he said quietly. ‘Briny Beach, where the cynical cycle for the Baudelaires began, and where they met my sister Kit Snicket after their stay in the Queequeg.’ He smiled, and pulled a key from his pocket. ‘The Queequeg is still there at the beach, but we will not be touring in it today,’ he said, his eyes focusing on Michael Tee. ‘Why not?’ Michael asked. Lemony Snicket’s eyebrows rose. ‘For secret reasons,’ he revealed. ‘I’m afraid that you’d only be able to find out if you were to find out yourselves.’ With that, he pulled open the doors, and mist devoured the hallways. Everyone looked through and saw the sands of the beach, and sea lapping up onto the wet shores. Kimia smiled and gasped, and looked at James to see that he was sharing the same face as he stared out at the Briny Beach. Kimia could almost picture Mr Poe coming down the stairs that sprouted from the side of the road and the trolley stop, and she could almost imagine Violet trying to create an invention there, Klaus trying to study rock pools, and Sunny crying ‘Gack!’ as she pointed to a mysterious figure in the fog. Mr Snicket opened his mouth to speak, but he was pushed back slightly, as Michael Tee barged forward to get onto the beach. Philip then rushed ahead, declaring very loudly that he should get to go in first, because he got the ticket first. Shruti Scipio then darted forward, Pandora skipped by, waving her fairy wand around everyone with a spoilt smile, Derik walked by casually, saying nothing, with no expression on his face. All the parents followed, desperate to take photos and see the beach themselves, and they behaved rather like their children as they ran onto the beach. Mr Snicket sighed, and rolled his eyes. ‘No cameras!’ he cried. ‘You have been given a very special chance today-one that the right people would swap to go to a Littlest Elf factory. But your chance today will not leave these doors with you. That is all.’ Mr Snicket turned back, and looked rather surprised at Kimia and James still standing in the doorway. ‘Hello,’ Kimia said with a smile. ‘Hello there,’ Lemony Snicket said. ‘What is your name, young missus?’ ‘I’m Kimia Etemadi,’ she explained quietly. ‘This is my older brother, James.’ ‘Nice to meet you both,’ Lemony Snicket said seriously, shaking each of their hands. ‘Have you been good your mother?’ he asked. Kimia smiled. ‘I think the question is, has my mother been good to me?’ she replied. Mr Snicket smiled at Kimia, and winked mysteriously, before turning his back and entering the Briny Beach. Kimia smiled, and then she and James followed him. When they got onto the beach, there was shouting from the far end. Kimia look over, and a woman was hissing at someone else telling them to ‘get down.’ Kimia looked, and gasped at what she saw. Michael Tee had apparently been too curious to listen to what Mr Snicket was saying, and he was now clambering up to the top of the hatch of the rusty Queequeg. Mr Snicket gasped, and placed his accordion down on a rock, before rushing over to the submarine. But it was too late-by the time Mr Snicket arrived, the Queequeg had one final passenger.
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Post by PJ on Nov 3, 2005 5:34:24 GMT -5
Great stuff, though the last sentence was kinda weird.
Mr. Snicket seems to be overwhelmed.... let us hope that he is secretly more than he appears.
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Post by Dante on Nov 3, 2005 7:24:52 GMT -5
Cool chapter, Dupin. I was interested to see how you'd write the contents of the factory itself.
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Post by SF on Nov 3, 2005 8:28:10 GMT -5
Unfortunately, I have just discovered that you've posted another chapter this second, and I must be off to school. I'll read it then. Thanks for updating Dupin.
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Post by Antenora on Nov 3, 2005 8:55:09 GMT -5
Great chapter. The bad little children are quite funny, and the book factory seems very interesting.
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Post by SF on Nov 3, 2005 17:36:54 GMT -5
Ah, very good chapter Dupin. Well done.
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Post by deanna. on Nov 3, 2005 21:00:47 GMT -5
Yay, you wrote. *hugs again* It was really good. I loved the part where Mike Tee was asking all the questions.
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Post by A. the Returned on Nov 4, 2005 3:50:03 GMT -5
Very good Dupin. I loved the 'Have you been good to your mother?' reference.
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Post by SF on Nov 14, 2005 21:27:18 GMT -5
Write more. Now. Please. Thank-you.
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Post by s on Nov 15, 2005 17:20:32 GMT -5
Excellent. I really liked this chapter...yes, I would think Snicket would have a little more...sangfroid. Aplomb. And not seem so overwhelmed by the annoying children. But excellent nevertheless, Dupin. I eagerly await the next chapter.
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