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Post by NickSnicket on Oct 14, 2004 19:51:23 GMT -5
better than mine ;D
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Post by champ103 on Oct 17, 2004 6:08:25 GMT -5
The Perilous Plane Book The Twelth
Dupin Says: Chapter Three is here! Chapter Four is an interesting Chapter, and my head was full of ideas for it, so I wrote it before Chapter One, therefore, it'll almost definatley be up tommorow. Please enjoy this chapter, it's not the most interesting of them all, but still, I hope you enjoy (:
Chapter Three (picture of large propellers (coming soon maybe?)) Whether you have been fleeing from you enemies, or making your way to another country for a brief vacation, then you will know the thrill of being in a plane, and watching down on everything, so small, as if you were the puppeteer, feeling in control, and the Baudelaire’s felt the thrill through their bodies as the sounds of Sir and Vice Principal Nero became quieter as they fled back to their automobile, and they realize they’d soon be in the air. Everything in the main room of the Hindenburger was quiet for a minute, as everyone digested where they were. Violet digested thoughts about the workings of the plane. Klaus digested thoughts about the Flying Library, and Sunny digested thoughts about cooking, and about escaping Count Olaf by an enormous altitude. Even Kit and her father, a man who I wish I could tell the truth, were thinking about their three knew guests on the Hindenburger. Then finally, someone spoke. ‘Hindenburger?’ Sunny asked curiously, looking up from in Violet’s clutch. ‘She means she likes the name,’ Klaus explained,’ and that she’d be fascinated to look around.’ ‘I rather like the name myself,’ Kit’s father said. ‘I chose it. And I think you’d better have a snack and a drink first, maybe?’ ‘Kit gave us sandwiches on our long journey.’ Violet said with a shrug. ‘To be honest, I’m rather full up from them.’ ‘Well at least have a drink!’ the man said. ‘To wash away the taste of salt!’ The children suddenly remembered the disgusting taste of salt in their mouths, which they had been distracted from in their thoughts, and nodded at the man, and his daughter Kit. Swiftly, the adults turned, their backs facing the three Baudelaire children, and then to walked through a large archway of the plane, their shoes clashing against the white plastic-looking floor. The Baudelaire’s followed, the taste of salt water still in their mouths from their adventures underwater, and soon found themselves walking through an interesting arch-shaped hallway, which was dim, with a grated metal roof curving above their heads. Through the grates, was a thick layer of darkness, where pipes and wires were running through the plane. On the walls were pictures: one was of the man himself, whilst others were of the V.F.D insignia, one of fire, delicately burning a newspaper, and an assortment of others which Violet, Klaus and Sunny didn’t have time to see, as their journey following Kit and the man through the tunnel ended, and they arrived in a new room. The room had several panels around the side, where there were toasters and blenders stacked around. There was a marble sink with shiny taps, and cupboards in the panels, which were closed, but the Baudelaires could imagine having dishes and silverware inside. As far as I know, from my research, it was pretty much the same as when I stayed there, safe and secure, drinking some fresh tea and reading an absurd newspaper article. The only differences were a couple of new refrigerators, and a small, hard to read message carved on a top shelf. In the middle of the room, was a large dining table, which was more or less the same when I had stayed aboard the Hindenburger. Around the table were assortments of grand looking stools, and there was a posh fruit bowl in the middle of the oak in the table. ‘Wonderly!’ Sunny cried, which meant something like, ‘What a pleasant room!’ and Violet was quick to translate it to Kit and her father. ‘Why thank you, Sunny,’ Kit says. ‘We want to live in a pleasant enough environment when we’re flying.’ Living in a pleasant enough environment is very important if you want to live a pleasant enough life. The pleasant enough environment for a gorilla is in a jungle, as the pleasant enough environment for a child is in a warm home. Depending who you are, an environment, a word which here means ‘place around you’, pleasant enough for you will be different then what other people think, but all five of the people in the room, agreed that the kitchen was a pleasant enough environment for eating meals, rolling out maps, and having healthy discussions about various things. ‘I can say you’ve succeeded with that,’ Violet replied politely at Kit with a smile. ‘Why thank you, Violet,’ Kit said. ‘I must say, you three children sure are polite. It’s a pleasure to have you on board.’ ‘Why thank you,’ Klaus said with a grin, and Kit gave a small giggle in his direction. ‘Well, I’m sure this room gives Sunny a big interest,’ the man said,’ with her culinary skills. But how about we show rooms that’ll interest the elder of you three?’ ‘Great idea,’ Kit said. ‘I’m sure Violet would love to see the control rooms, where our assistant pilot is at the moment, and I’m sure Klaus would love to see the Flying Library, and read a few aeronautics book. Does that sound nice?’ ‘It sounds wonderful!’ Violet said, the gears in her mind beginning to work. ‘It sounds remarkable!’ Klaus said, using a fancy word for ‘wonderful’. ‘Hooray!’ Sunny cried, and with that, Kit and her pa turned towards another archway, and the children followed. This time, there was no tunnel with a grated roof and painting hanging on the wall, and they swiftly entered another room, where there was a bookshelf, and several sofas, as well as a coffee table, and another window and a sideboard. ‘This is what we call the common room,’ Kit explained. ‘In here, we talk whilst sitting on the sofa. On the bookshelves are novels, and books about other things, in case you don’t feel like reading about aeronautics. There are some board games, and a deck of cards in the sideboard there.’ She pointed around the room as she explained each things, until she had spun herself slowly right around, and was facing the children once more. This room also looked like a pleasant enough environment for them all, and so the grins stayed on their faced. They had not felt this safe and happy since they had met with the Quagmires at Prufock Prep, where Nero had bossed them around, or maybe when they were with their Uncle Monty, or maybe they hadn’t been this happy since they were content in the pleasant enough environment of the Baudelaire mansion, which was the environment they wished for in the times when they thought. ‘Next stop!’ the man called grandly with a chuckle. ‘The Flying Library!’ At the announcement, Klaus grinned even more, and his eyes widened as they walked through another stone archway, which was a small curved tunnel that lasted only several seconds to walk through. Then, the tunnel ended, and the children arrived in a new room. Kit turned to face them as they entered, her smile broad across her face. ‘This is it!’ she cried.’ This is my domain!’ She gave a chuckle, and stepped away from the centre of the room, the give the children a better look at what Kit called the Flying Library. The room was the grandest one on the plane that the children had seen, filled with grand pillars. Each bookshelf was tall with glass doors to open up and get out a book. There were curved modern lamps on each side of several comfortable looking chairs. For Klaus, it was wonderful, the most pleasant enough environment he had seen for a while. ‘Wow,’ he said in awe, gazing around the room. ‘I think I’ll spend a lot of time in here,’ although he did not realize that there would be barely any time on his stay on the Hindenburger where he would spend there for his own enjoyment. ‘Good to know!’ Kit said,’ There’s nothing I like to see more then a smile!’ Although I must correct, there are several things she did like seeing more. ‘How long has it taken you to get this collection?’ Klaus asked. ‘Oh, a long time!’ Kit said. ‘My father got most of it, and I’ve just contributed a few things, taken from several libraries for several other mansions, and several library’s of records and-well, you get the point.’ At that, Klaus thought for a second about the Library of Records at Heimlich Hospital, and then about their recent stay at the Mortmain Mountains, but he kept quiet for now, as Kit’s father grandly cried out something else. ‘Onto the Control Room, yes?’ he asked, and then without anyone answering, turned towards another hallway. This was another arch-shaped tunnel, but it was much a nicer environment then the others. The walls and ceiling of it were marble instead of grates, and the floor was a soft green carpet. At the end of the hallway, as Klaus thought of what Kit had said, and as Sunny thought of any recipes that she could try, Violet thought about what a proper plane control room would look like, and soon, they arrived at the end of the tunnel, where there was a wooden door with one word on it.
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Post by champ103 on Oct 17, 2004 6:08:59 GMT -5
Chapter Three continued
‘”Controls”,’ Violet read. The father of Kit turned the shiny doorknob, and swung the wood far out, and soon they all piled into an empty room, that was quite small. There were some metal panels, curving almost right around the room, and several office chairs shoved by them, as if someone were about to do some office work and drink some office coffee. Although, as the children looked closely it became apparent that there would be no room so put any such coffee, as all around the curved panels were levers and buttons, and dials and switches and valves: a maze of them all around the room. Violet frowned at them deeply, wondering if she would ever have the chance to learn about how to use them, which she did, but only because her life was at risk. Above the panels, there was a window curving around just as the panels did themselves, and through them, was the site of the plains, where the taxi was parked, and the automobile of Sir and Nero was long gone. The sky above was blue, yet slightly cloudy. ‘It looks like maybe a storm might come soon,’ the man said with his croaky voice, which was a true predication, although he didn’t know at the time. ‘I hope not,’ Violet said. ‘I wouldn’t want it to delay the journey.’ ‘Delay?’ the man asked. ‘We’ve got to set off very soon, Violet Baudelaire! We have to get to Hotel Denouement at top speed, if we want to get there before Olaf and stop his evil plans! Whilst he and his evil troupe are stuck on the ground, or underwater, so to speak, we’ll be gliding through the air, getting closer to that Hotel!’ ‘But some members of his troupe are in the air!’ Klaus pointed out. ‘A man and a woman-the man’s bald, and has a beard and the woman-‘ ‘Has vice versa features,’ Kit finished for him. ‘Yes!’ Violet said, and her eyes widened. ‘Mr. Snicket,’ she began, only for him to interrupt her. ‘Jake!’ Jake Snicket cried. ‘Call me Jake!’ Now Klaus’ mind was not the only one in deep thought, as the youngest Baudelaire started thinking. ‘They have eagles, Jake,’ Violet said,’ and they went after our friends, Duncan and Isadora Quagmire.’ ‘Hector!’ Sunny added, still thinking. ‘The Quagmires,’ Jake said thoughtfully. ‘They must be in danger then.’ ‘Exactly!’ Violet cried. ‘So, when we’re flying, maybe we could look out for them! Volunteers helping one another!’ Jake stroked his chin. ‘Could we, Kit?’ he asked,’ Would it be wise?’ ‘It’s helping volunteers, Pa,’ Kit said, and stuck her hand out at Violet, who shook it. ‘We’ll help find those Quagmire’s on our route to Hotel Denouement.’ Violet beamed, and the other two gave small smiles, although their minds were still busy. Finally, Klaus spoke. ‘Kit,’ he said carefully. ‘You mentioned a Library Of Records, where the Snicket File was. Quigley Quagmire-the other Quagmire triplet said the three Snicket siblings were working on a file. Does that mean you know what’s in the Snicket file? Does that mean you know the information to bring Count Olaf to justice?’ Kit sighed and slowly shook her head. ‘My brother, Jacques,’ she replied quietly,’ had the finished result. We planned to meet up at the Village Of Fowl Devotees for him to show it to me, but when I arrived, he was long dead, and the Snicket File had been taken to Heimlich Hospital. When I got there, someone had taken it. I’ve been pursuing it for ages, but I’ve had no luck. And now Count Olaf’s in possession with it, it seems like we have no chance of bringing him to justice. The only way is to get to the gathering on Thursday, and the volunteers will all work together, to get rid of his evil, including me, and my Pa.’ ‘Me thinking!’ Sunny cried, and Violet translated that she meant she also had some thoughts. ‘Go on, Sunny,’ Jake Snicket said. ‘What are these thoughts?’ Sunny looked at her siblings, and then pointed at Jake. ‘J.S!’ she cried. Violet and her brother looked up at the father of the Snicket siblings, and realized she spoke to truth. ‘There have been some mysterious letters, messages and telegrams left for J.S,’ Violet explained. ‘And we’ve been wondering what the letters stood for. Is it you? Are you the J.S. we’ve wanted to know about?’ Jake gave a long sigh. ‘Follow me, Baudelaires,’ he said, and the children did so, winding past the Flying Library, and going through the archway tunnels, through the common room, through the archway, and back into the kitchen. ‘I’ll start from the beginning,’ Jake said. ‘I’ll tell you my story.’ Standing around the table where the children had first looked and seen the pleasant enough environment, they got ready to ask questions to the Snicket father, and they were hoping, that in the pleasant enough environment of the Hindenburger, they were about to get some answers.
End Of Chapter Three
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Post by The Amazing...Spider-Man! on Oct 17, 2004 6:34:44 GMT -5
It's cool.
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Post by Pucca on Oct 17, 2004 7:06:43 GMT -5
Bravo, George! This is fantastic.
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Post by The Amazing...Spider-Man! on Oct 17, 2004 10:10:24 GMT -5
Bravo, George! This is fantastic. I reiterate that statement.
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Post by gary on Oct 18, 2004 16:53:56 GMT -5
AWESOME, BRILLAINT
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Post by champ103 on Oct 19, 2004 12:50:18 GMT -5
The Perilous Plane Book The Twelth
Chapter Four (Picture of an envelope, with the initials J.S. scribbled on.) Jake sat himself down on an old wooden chair, and the Baudelaires did the same, yet Kit remained standing. ‘How about I get everyone some hot chocolate?’ she asked. ‘That’d be wonderful,’ Klaus said. ‘Cinnamon!’ Sunny cried. ‘She has her own recipe,’ Violet explained. ’ Maybe she could help.’ ‘Of course,’ Kit said,’ It’ll give her a chance to see the kitchens in detail, and I know about her knack for cooking. However, it seems a shame she’d have to miss out on Pa’s story.’ A frown crossed Kit’s face. ‘I’ll cope,’ Sunny confessed, and with that, Kit led her out of the room, through an old wooden door, leaving Jake, Klaus and Violet, ready for the story. The two elder Baudelaire’s pulled their chairs closer to Jake, with a queasy feeling in their stomachs. Would this story answer all their questions? They had had talks like this with several people, and they never seemed to find out any more-if anything they had more questions to ask. When they talked with Olivia at the Caligari Carnival, they discovered a little about the V.F.D disguise kit, but had more questions about their parents, and the headquarters in the Mortmain Mountains. When they arrived at the headquarters, and talked with Quigley Quagmire, they learned a little about what V.F.D used, but ended up with questions about the schism. And when they talked with Fernald the hook-handed man, they learned a little about his past, but had more questions about his real father, and his surname. And now, as Jake gave a loud cough and prepared to tell his tale, they wondered if they would just end up with more questions. Before Jake began, the children felt a whirring under there feet, and heared pipes starting to activate in the walls. Then the whole room began to shake, even Klaus, who was wondering if the plane was malfuctioning. He gave a desperate look at Violet, who smiled and shook her head. 'The plane's setting off,' she explained, as the Hindenbuger started rushing across the planes. In mere minutes, the children had gone to the window to check what was happening, and saw that the plane was at a slant, and had risen from the planes, towards the clouds in the sky. As they got used to the new feeling of being in the air, they walked over to the chairs, where Jake was still seated, grinning, and they were ready to hear his story. With a cough, alerting their attention, the Snicket father opened his mouth, and began his story. ‘Me and my wife, Rebecca had three children,’ he began. ‘We both worked in V.F.D, and knew our children were to be recruited as well. First off, we had twins. Kit and Jacques, we called them.’ Violet slowly nodded. The resemblance was similar. ‘We met Jacques Snicket,’ she said,’ Briefly. Before he was…’ ‘Murdered,’ Jake finished grimly, and sighed. ‘Sometimes it amazes me how evil people can be.’ ‘Maybe that’s what people think of us,’ Klaus pointed out,’ Olaf framed us for the murder.’ ‘I know,’ Jake said,’ Everyone knows, thanks to Geraldine Julienne at the Daily Punctilio.’ ‘Mr. Poe mentioned her, back on Briny Beach where Kit picked us up,’ Violet said,’ but we don’t know who she is.’ ‘She’s a lousy reporter,’ Jake said,’ who wants fame. She always chews gum, and one thing to remember is, she loves Esme Squalor.’ ‘I remember her,’ Klaus said, and Violet gave her brother a curious look. She was at Heimlich Hospital, although you might not remember,’ he said, giving Violet a look. She had been under anaesthetic at the time. ‘She was also at Caligari Carnival, for the Lion Show. I guess she stood out to me, because I’d seen her before.’ ‘That’s another evil person,’ Violet said,’ It seemed like they’re all around, wherever you go.’ ‘And that’s the truth, Violet Baudelaire,’ Jake said, with a sombre expression across his face, a phrase which he means, ‘he looked very dark, and sad.’ ‘No where can you truly escape evil. Not even under the sea, in the V.F.D submarines. Now that Olaf has a hold of some, we’ve had to retreat to the air.’ ‘I thought you said you used planes to get around quickly,’ Violet said, frowning. ‘We do,’ Jake said,’ but another reason is because of all the evil around.’ ‘Wait a second,’ Klaus said,’ this is getting off track. What happened next, after you bore Kit and Jacques with your wife?’ ‘We had another child,’ Jake said,’ His name is Lemony. He died too.’ ‘How terrible,’ Klaus said, looking down. He could see in the corner of his eye, that Violet was doing the same. At that short moment, the two elder Baudelaire’s thought of all the people that had died around them. Their parents were taken, that morning whilst they were at Briny Beach. Their Uncle Monty and Aunt Josephine had been snatched by Count Olaf. Doctor Orwell had fallen into the saw, and Jacques had been killed with something important to say to them. The Quagmire parents had been killed in yet another fire, whilst Olaf’s associates, however evil, had slowly been going down. At that moment, the Baudelaire’s realized how many people had left them, and how they wanted people to stay and never leave. It was as if they were moving everywhere, people dying as they went, from Lakes to Mills, from Villages to Carnivals, Mountains to Waters. And now they were on the Hindenburger, they hoped no one else would be taken away from them. They looked up half a minute later, with the thoughts going through their head, and turned to Jake. ‘Of course, I only found out through The Daily Punctilio,’ Jake said,’ and with all of the lies, who knows if it’s true. Anyway, on with the story. They were all recruited, and soon two were dead. Kit and me managed to get together, my wife…she left one day for a meeting, and never returned.’ ‘That’s a terrible shame,’ Violet said, and sighed,’ I wonder where she is now.’ ‘Or if she’s even alive,’ Jake admitted. ‘Hot Chocolate, and Cinnamon!’ cried a young girl’s voice, and they turned to the doorway, to see Kit holding a large wooden tray, with five steaming mugs on it, all bearing the V.F.D insignia, like on the plane’s side, and on lots of other things, like a tent, and Count Olaf’s ankle. Seeing it was become normal to the children. They were not scared of it, as they knew it could mean good, as well as wicked. Kit stepped into the room, with Sunny following, and began handing out mugs. Soon, everyone had a mug tight in clutch, and Kit sat herself down, and placed Sunny on their lap. Klaus took a deep gulp of his drink, the last being a bit of salt water when he arose from the Queequeg submarine, onto the beach. ‘Wow, Sunny,’ he said,’ This is better then ever. It’s perfect to drink whilst listening to Jake’s story.’ Violet nodded in agreement, and then everyone turned to Jake, besides Jake himself, and he coughed once more, took a sip of hot chocolate, and carried on. ‘Kit and me decided we had to contact V.F.D, and meet up, but everything seemed unsafe. In the end, we decided to write a letter to a certain Sally Selbald, using the Selbald code, which her husband, Gustav created.’ ‘Gustav,’ Sunny muttered to herself, and then her eyes grew wide,’ Uncle Monty’s assistant!’ she exclaimed. ‘That’s right!’ Klaus said, and then turned his face to Jake,’ Olaf killed him. Did he work for V.F.D?’ ‘He did,’ Jake said with a small smile, and a nod,’ and so did Sally. She replied saying that the members were gathering at the headquarters in the Mortmain Mountains.’ ‘We tried going there,’ said Violet,’ When we arrived, it was all in ashes.’ ‘When we got there, most of it was still standing,’ Kit said,’ we noticed the fire, and we noticed nobody was there. Our journey had been for nothing. But then, hours later, Sally Selbald arrived, and we all investigated the place. Then, whilst we were there, observing the burnt ice-cream shop, we heard a crash. It was from the kitchen, and we knew what it was. Another fire had been set. With our skills, we knew how to put it out. So we rushed in, and Sally noticed something on the oak table. We gasped at what we saw. The sugar bowl, lying there on a table. The arsonists hadn’t noticed. As the fire spread, Sally chucked the sugar bowl out of the window, and with a crash, it passed through the glass, and into the ashen waters of the Stricken Stream.’ Violet gasped. ‘We were on the Queequeg,’ she said,’ we followed it’s path. Sunny’s life was as risk because of it, and that…that stupid grotto! But yet, no one will tell us about it, and I’m getting so frustrated! It’s just a stupid sugar bowl!’ ‘Violet’s right,’ Klaus said,’ We’ve done so much to retrieve it, and yet no one will tell us! Look, Jake, please, just start from the top: what is the sugar bowl?’ ‘Why it’s important?’ Sunny asked curiously. Jake took a deep sigh, and then picked up his mug from the coaster on the dining table. He took a long gulp, and then conveyed all three Baudelaire’s with his right hand as he spoke. ‘Sorry, Baudelaire’s,’ he began,’ The sugar bowl cannot be explained with a simple question. It’s complex, and most of all; the sugar bowl is worthless itself.’ The Baudelaire’s all raised their eyebrows: if it was worthless, then why did all the volunteers want it?
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Post by champ103 on Oct 19, 2004 12:55:39 GMT -5
Chapter Four continued
‘But then, why-‘ ‘Why do people want it?’ Jake asked,’ Because of what’s inside. And that cannot be blabbed to anyone who asks…it’s a delicate secret, one that can only be tampered with by the most important volunteers. Kit herself only discovered recently.’ The Baudelaire’s all turned their heads to Kit, who gave a slow nod. ‘And even now, I’m not sure I can understand everything,’ she admitted,’ It’s like the Snicket File, children. What’s in is so important, but yet so few people know what’s in. Even volunteers with no idea with what it is want it…Sally Selbald, for instance, didn’t know what was inside. But yet, she knew it was important, and threw it away from the fire, out to safety.’ The Baudelaire’s looked down. Maybe the secrets were not to be answered. Maybe Jake was right: maybe they were never to know these things. ‘Speaking of your events at the headquarters,’ Klaus said,’ What happened after Sally threw the sugar bowl away?’ He was thinking maybe the rest of the story was exciting, and took his mind of the sugar bowl, and maybe even answered other questions, deep in the web of mystery that surrounded them. ‘Ah yes!’ Kit exclaimed, obviously happy to get off the sugar bowl topic,’ Pa, why don’t you tell them that?’ ‘I shall,’ said Jake with a small smile, the usual. ‘We tried all we could to put out the fire, and eventually, it died down, with some help from us. We looked around, knowing that in a kitchen, there’s a refrigerator, and perhaps there was a use of Verbal Fridge Dialogue in it. You kids all know what the Verbal Fridge Dialogue is, correct?’ The children all nodded. ‘Klaus saw!’ Sunny cried, and all eyes turned on the middle Baudelaire. ‘I did study the fridge in the headquarters,’ he confirmed. ‘We saw the very fresh dill, and even the letter’s J.S. in the jam. This is where Sunny remembered the initials. We assumed Jacques Snicket, but Captain Widdershins from the Queequeg told us better. And to make it weirder, Quigley sent us a telegram, with the letter’s J.S. in the C.C box. Mr. Poe even got sent a telegram with J.S as the initials of the sender. For a while we’ve been wondering who it is…are you this J.S.?’ ‘No wonder you’re confused,’ Jake said, not directly answering Klaus’s question like a polite person should,’ In the V.F.D, there are many J.S.’ Kit gave a fast nod, and folded her arms in comfort. ‘There’s Justice Strauss, for example,’ she explained,’ Yet, she’s a simple neophyte: a beginner. Just like I am at aeronautics. There’s Josephine Spats, yet she married to become Josephine Anwhistle. And there was Jerome Squalor, who isn’t in V.F.D, but some people think differently, as he had connections through Esme Squalor, and the floor above the penthouse. There’s Jacques Snicket, as you said, and there’s my Pa, Jake Snicket…’ ‘The message was for me,’ Jake said grandly. ‘We checked the fridge for the dill, finding it in the crisper, and then we saw my initials. It was telling me that we were meeting at the Hotel on Thursday.’ ‘But why just you?’ Violet asked,’ Didn’t other volunteers need to know?’ ‘They already did,’ Jake said,’ Volunteer Factual Dispatches were sent, luckily before the telegraph devices were broken. We were busy on our journey, trying to meet up at the headquarters.’ ‘There was a couplet,’ Kit said, and recited it,’ “We left to early, you came to late In the fridge reveals your fate.” Of course, by then, we had already looked in the fridge, but it was nice for a pointer.’ ‘So, we set off on our way,’ Jake said,’ We heard Olaf had a submarine, The Caramel or something, so we decided to take to the air, with a woman named Harriet, who’s the pilot when I need to do other things…’ ‘The Carmelita,’ Sunny corrected. ‘Then what?’ Violet asked,’ what about Quigley’s telegram?’ ‘We got it,’ Kit said,her smile falling slightly, ’ we have a telegram device in the control room. We had to land somewhere safe, so that we would be hidden, whilst we came to collect you.’ ‘In the end, Kit went,’ Jake said, and scratched the back of his neck embarrassedly. ‘I’m not much of a driver,’ he confessed,’ I’m better at aeronautics.’ ‘And then we picked you up,’ Kit said,’ and now here you are.’ ‘That’s our story,’ the Snicket father said, with a slightly larger smile on his face,’ Hope you enjoyed.’ ‘I don’t know about the other two,’ Klaus said,’ But I certainly enjoyed it.’ Violet nodded, and clapped her hands together in applause. ‘I thought it was fascinating.’ ‘Yay!’ Sunny cried, which meant something like ‘It was great, especially with this hot chocolate.’ Violet quickly translated, and then added, ‘We should all finish off our hot chocolate, before it goes cold.’ ‘And I should start getting dinner ready,’ Kit said,’ Care to help, Sunny?’ ‘Of course!’ replied the young girl, and Kit stood up, Sunny in her comforting clutch, and they wondered off to the kitchen. ‘I ought to let Harriet get some rest, actually,’ Jake said, also standing up,’ I’ll see you two soon.’ With that, Jake Snicket-the mysterious J.S-left the main room, leaving the two elder children rather alone. Through the large window, in the middle of the ‘D’ of the insignia, the children could see the sun was starting to set beneath the hills, and Klaus gave a small yawn. As you know, when someone yawns, one can hardly help but yawn themselves, so this usually ends up with a group of people weary and tired, which is why it’s a good idea not to yawn on a busy underground train, or when you go to visit a popular orchestra. But as there were only two humans in the room at that moment, it was okay for Klaus to yawn, and okay for Violet to follow, because even if they did end up feeling weary and tired, it was getting fairly late anyway, and they needed some sleep after the day they had been through. The next few minutes of the Baudelaire’s lives were peaceful ones, as they watched the sun go beneath the hazy clouds through the large window, letting thoughts flow through their mind. They barely noticed much as they thought and watched, they didn’t even notice Harriet come through the room minutes later, her jaw moving up and down making a dastardly noise as she chewed on something. They didn’t even notice the wonderful smell of Chicken Tika Masala, a wonderful Indian dish my sister once prepared for me, as she did the Baudelaire’s. They were only awaken from their deep train of thought, as Kit and Sunny came through from the kitchen area, Kit holding a large pot with a ladle poking from the top, and Sunny holding a smaller one, which looked empty, as well as a wooden spoon. As Violet and Klaus turned their heads, they were curious as to why Sunny was carrying these items, but they sound found an answer, when a loud banging waffled, an word which here means ‘came surprisingly’ through the room. ‘Dinner!’ Sunny cried, banging the wooden spoon against the empty pot. Kit placed the large metal pot with the ladle in the centre of the table, and hurried back to the kitchen to retrieve some bowls. Harriet wearily entered the room, and took something out of her mouth, and stuck it under the table, whilst the two elder Baudelaire’s took their seats. Kit took the ladle, and put a large amount of the chicken and the sauce in one bowl, which she put on the side. ‘Father’s flying the plane at the moment,’ she said,’ It would seem a shame to make him go without.’ ‘It certainly looks very nice,’ Violet agreed, peering through the top of the pot. ‘And the smell is wonderful,’ Klaus said. ‘I’ve always liked Chicken Tika Masala. I haven’t had it since…’ He stopped, and everybody at the table knew what he meant, and so did not ask him to continue. And so the crew of the Hindenburger ate the wonderful recipe, but the children’s-except for Sunny, who was fully focused on the meal- minds were elsewhere as they chewed on the chicken, and sipped at the sauce. They were thinking about Jake’s tale, about how he was J.S. But there was another thing the children were thinking about. Like all the other things, Jake had said it, but it was not part of his tale. They were thinking about what he said about them not truly being able to escape evil anywhere, and they agreed with him, through their own tale, but they wondered if they could truly escape on board the plane, or if evil was just around the corner.
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Post by Dante on Oct 19, 2004 13:32:00 GMT -5
The Baudelaires are in trouble now. And I congratulate you one the excellent story, Dupin.
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Post by gary on Oct 19, 2004 15:52:58 GMT -5
VERY GOOD!!
Oh, I can't wait
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Post by Phoenix 4242424242424242424242 on Oct 20, 2004 1:54:05 GMT -5
Right now I'm cold and hungry, so I'm going to wait a bit before I read it, because I may faint at the greatness.
*Bows down before author*
Oh Holy Authour, please bless me to be like you (okay not quiiiiiite!)
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Post by champ103 on Oct 23, 2004 8:47:01 GMT -5
The Perilous Plane Book The TwelfthDupin Says: At first, I wasn't sure this chapter was Snicket-y enough, so I'll be careful with that from now on. In this chapter, things really start getting exciting, and the Baudelaire's get in real danger. So sit back and enjoy! And reveiw, naturally Chapter Five(picture of feathers in front of a nights sky) Daydreaming is a very peculiar thing, and as I’m sure you know, it means letting your mind wonder around during the day, mostly when you’re meant to be paying attention. Before the fire that killed his parents and destroyed his home, Klaus Baudelaire used to daydream in school, when his teacher was reading poetry written by Edgar Guest to the class, and when he did, he let his mind wonder about poems he enjoyed, until he was thinking about what he was having for dinner, and when his teacher eventually finished, he couldn’t even remember the title of the poem. Violet Baudelaire used to daydream at Count Olaf’s house, when she had been forced to chop logs, and when she did, she let her mind wonder about how they were going to escape the wicked man’s wrath, until she was thinking about making an electronic wood-chopper with the items around, until she was thinking about how much her younger sister needed some new clothes, and when she snapped out of the daydreaming trance, she didn’t realized she was just whacking the axe into the grassy garden floor. Daydreaming in some cases is like an evil magician, who wants to make you forget everything you know, and then in a horrific manner wakes you up by snapped his long fingers, humiliating you in front of an audience. But the case that occurred aboard the Hindenburger as the afternoon turned to evening was not like that. As Jake piloted the volunteer’s plane higher and higher into the clouds, and as the children snapped out of the trance of daydreaming, there was no puppeteer pulling their strings, or an audience laughing. There was their young sister, smiling as they woke up from their thoughts. Violet’s mind had been wondering what Olaf was up to at that moment, and whether they’d make it to Hotel Denouement on time, which waded her mind down to think what was dessert, which awoke her. Klaus’s mind had been wondering where Captain Widdershins was, and what Count Olaf would do with the evil fungus, the Medusoid Mycelium, and started thinking if there was any more Chicken Tika Masala left, which awoke him. And then, the two elder Baudelaire’s faced Sunny, with Kit behind her. Harriet was apparently away from the room, but the children incorrectly suspected she was long gone from where they were standing. ‘Golly,’ Kit said, using a word which here means ‘This is rather surprising’. ‘Pa’s story sure has you two thinking.’ Violet gave a yawn, and a stiff shrug. After relaxing for a while, she had become very exhausted. ‘I’m guess we’re quite tired,’ Klaus said. ‘We’ve had quite a startling day.’ The children thought back, and remembered that the day had started with them back aboard the Queequeg, trying to make their way to Briny Beach. And as the sun set, they were aboard a plane, high above Briny Beach, where they had met up with Mr. Poe, but left with Kit. ‘Quite,’ Kit agreed. ‘If you’d like, we can just have dessert, and we can be off to bed.’ ‘That sounds nice,’ Violet said, with a weary smile. ‘What’s for dessert?’ ‘Waffle!’ cried a young voice, and the children looked to see that Sunny had a plate stacked with little waffles on. ‘We have lots of toppings for it,’ Kit explained. ‘Chocolate sauce, treacle, toffee, syrup.’ The desert was fairly uninteresting, and there was only the occasional talk. Everyone chewed on the waffles, drowned in appetizing sauces, and soon, the pile was no more, and the plates were all empty, besides some crumbs. Violet yawned, and stood up from her table, her siblings doing the same. ‘Thank you very much Kit,’ she said. ‘And Sunny,’ Klaus added. ‘We enjoyed it very much.’ ‘It’s quite late,’ Kit said, looking out of the window. The sun had set, but dark clouds covered the moon. ‘Are you lot ready to hit the hay?’ The Baudelaire children knew the saying ‘hit the hay’ simply meant ‘go to bed’, but it was a saying that had always seemed silly to them, since they were going to bed on mattresses, covered by sheets. But as they grew older, they realized people used to sleep on hay, and then eventually at The Orphans Shack, slept on hay themselves. So when Kit said ‘hit the hay’, they did not question her about what she meant, and started making their way to the other side of the kitchen, before realizing that they didn’t know where they were to sleep. They turned back to Kit, who was smiling a smile from cheek to cheek, a phase which here means ‘across her face.’ ‘I’ll show you the way,’ she giggled, and started making her way towards the archway. Following my sister through the dark and weary archway passages, they soon arrived at a small enough bedroom. It had four beds-one in each corner-all four with a bedside table next to them. Like the rest of the plane, it was a pleasant enough environment for the Baudelaires, and it looked comfortable to sleep in. The Baudelaire children had not had a good night in such a long time, they felt they could just fall straight asleep on the mattresses. ‘Goodnight Kit,’ Violet said, and the other two repeated. ‘Goodnight, you three,’ Kit said, but stopped at the doorway. ‘You might want some bedclothes, you know.’ The Baudelaire’s shrugged, and Kit entered the room again, walking to a wardrobe pushed against the wall between two of the beds. She pulled open the heavy door, and quickly pulled out a long nightgown, that had frills around the edges, and waved at the end ,obviously for Violet. Then she pulled out a grey looking bed shirt, followed by the same coloured pants for Klaus, and after looking around further, closed the wardrobe door. ‘We don’t have anything Sunny’s size,’ she confessed, looking down at the ground. ‘Will you be okay in your regular clothes, Sunny?’ Sunny gave a toothy smile. ‘Selitxet,’ she explained. ‘Sunny says she’ll be fine,’ Klaus said. ‘That’s great to know,’ Kit said. ‘After all you’ve been through, I actually doubt you’ve had a wash in quite a while, although the water from the Stricken Stream might had helped a bit.’ The children shrugged, a little embarrassed that their hygiene had been a little down. ‘You can have a shower in the morning,’ Kit then said kindly, and walked to the door, leaving the room, and putting her hand on the gold doorknob. ‘Goodnight, Baudelaires,’ she said, and walked away, shutting the door behind her. Before the children went to sleep, Klaus and Sunny left the room, so Violet could change into the nightgown Kit had supplied. When the fifteen year old returned from the room, Klaus snuck in, and put on the grey shirt and pants in privacy. In ten minutes from when Kit had left, all three children were in one of the beds, and with a small click!, Sunny turned off the lamp on her bedside table, and the room was in darkness. The children began daydreaming in the guest room of the Hindenburger, curled up under a thick duvet, with their eyes closed. Their minds wondered around the mystery of V.F.D, and the sugar bowl, until they started dreaming, the ‘day’ being left behind. They dreamed about nonsense, the way you sometimes do, although my research had not been thorough enough to know what exactly was in their minds as they slept, snoring in the bed frames, in the dark of the room. Outside, the clouds were getting darker and darker, as the Water Cycle kicked in, and you should know a lot about the cycle of water if you read the eleventh instalment of the Baudelaire’s lives, which I certainly hope you did not. Jake continued to drive through the air, looking around to see where they were, and remembering to keep watch for the self sustaining hot air mobile home, in case Duncan, Isadora and Hector were around. No one realized the dangers that would follow, even as the rain started to trickle from the dark clouds, and as thunder started softly, getting louder as a storm began. The Baudelaire children however, had no idea of the rain and thunder outside, as they slept through the dark hours of the night, until a loud crashing noise came from the other side of the plane, and the Hindenburger shook vigorously, as if it were dodging something.
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Post by champ103 on Oct 23, 2004 8:48:21 GMT -5
Chapter Five Continued
‘Klaus?’ Violet asked, opening her eyes, and leaning up from the bed. The air around the room was very cold, and Violet felt the chill as she got up from the bed, and looked at a small window behind from where she was previously sleeping. Outside, she saw a sudden shock of thunder in the distance, and gave a loud gasp. Raindrops were patterned around the thick glass of the window, and then the plane started shaking again, and turned a sharp corner. Violet stumbled slightly, and approached her brother’s bed. ‘Klaus!’ she cried, shaking his arm slightly. Her brother wearily opened his eyes, and sat up in his bed, reaching for his glasses on his bedside table. He put them on neatly, and turned back to his sister with curiosity in his eyes. ‘Violet?’ he asked. ‘What’s going on?’ ‘I don’t know!’ Violet replied in exasperation. ‘There was a crash, and the plane shook and…there’s a storm outside.’ ‘Maybe we should go and check what’s going on,’ Klaus said, but even before he got up from the bed, and even before they had time to awake Sunny, the door swung open. Kit was standing in the doorway, panting, her eyes full of fear, her sleeved rolled up, one handing clutching a book. ‘Children!’ she cried. ‘I think you should come with me.’ Nervous, Violet took a few steps towards Kit, stopping at Sunny’s bed, and Klaus got up from his duvet, and followed. Swiftly speaking, and shaking her softly, the two elder Baudelaire children awoke their younger sister. ‘What?’ Sunny whispered wearily. ‘There’s a storm outside,’ Klaus said. ‘Something’s up with the Hindenburger.’ ‘Oh,’ Sunny said, rubbing her eyes. The youngest Baudelaire was still tired from her sleep, and confused of what was going on around her, as you might be when you just wake up. But Sunny did not have time to properly wake up, as Klaus lifted her in his arms, and then all three Baudelaire’s followed Kit out of the bedroom, and down the usual hallway of grated archway’s, with pictures shaken and tilted on the walls. ‘We’d best stick together,’ Kit said. ‘We’re being attacked.’ Suddenly, the plane titled sideways, and everyone gave a trip, Klaus being careful not to land on top of Sunny as he toppled over. It then tilted the other way, sliding the children down the floor. Kit managed to grab onto the table, which hopelessly entangled with the carpet, and stayed still. As Violet tripped past, she grabbed her and held her with the table, so she’d be safe. As she got ready to help the other two children up, the plane resumed to normal, and then Kit pointed to the next archway-the one which led right down to the entrance room, which the children first entered after escaping Sir and Vice Principal Nero. Klaus and Sunny balanced on the table to get up, and quickly rushed behind their two fellow volunteers. Passing more tilted pictures frames, some even fallen off their place on the wall, shattered on the metal floor. Passing all of them, they heard the winds, the rain and the thunder outside, and Sunny even thought she heard a bird squawk, although that was explained as they entered the entrance hall, and took a big look outside the large ‘D’ in the V.F.D insignia. Outside was a night’s sky, filled with raining clouds, the moon half covered by the dark, heavy clouds, shining brightly around its deep and dark surroundings. Lightning was striking heavily, and the children started to think they’d been hit by a stroke of it, but them something else struck out from behind the clouds. At first, it seemed like some tiny planes far, far away. But then, the figures came closer, and before the children knew it, one of the vicious creatures slammed against the window, causing everyone to cry out in shock, and stumble. The window had a large crack down the middle, so it was almost broken, and whilst the children were still worried about what it was that caused the crack, Kit was thinking differently. ‘Children!’ she cried out in a nervous voice,’ I’ve got to go see my Pa! If the window breaks, then we won’t be able to breath at this altitude, and the pressure of this air will kill us! Pa!’ She rushed back towards the archway, turning to the children at the opening. ‘Be careful!’ she said. ‘I’ll be right back.’ And with that, she started sprinting through the archway, crying out for her father, the word sprinting here meaning ‘Running very fast, especially for someone with their hair blowing in their face.’ ‘Zomg,’ Sunny muttered, which meant something like, ‘I’m scared-what’s going on?’ ‘Eagles,’ Violet replied. ‘It must be that man with the beard, and his lady friend!’ ‘They were looking for Duncan and Isadora,’ Klaus said. ‘Do you think the balloon could be around.’ ‘If it’s impossible to breathe this high,’ Violet said. ‘They’d be lower. The man and the woman must have recognized the V.F.D insignia on the side, and now they’re heading for us.’ ‘Freak scouts!’ Sunny cried, which probably meant, ‘Along with Hugo, Kevin and Colette, and with a batch of the Snow Scouts!’ Klaus nodded grimly. ‘Well we have to get away from them, before they get in!’ he cried. ‘We have to tell Jake to quickly fly away from them!’ The children’s cries were interrupted by another loud crash, as an eagle smashed against the glass window, the crack getting larger, and spreading around the glass, so it looked as if one more smack against the glass could break it completely, and unless the plane was low enough, the children would only have a limited time to live. ‘There’s nothing we can do!’ Violet cried, being pushed back onto a small table carrying a phone. ‘I refuse to be passive!’ Klaus cried. ‘We can’t just let the eagles break into the plane!’ ‘Vice Versa!’ Sunny cried, thinking in horror of the two mysterious people. Suddenly, an eagle swooped down from high above the plane, and crashed into the ceiling. The scratching of metal on metal was loud, like someone scratching on a blackboard. Violet screamed, Klaus cried out, and Sunny hid her face with her hands as the ceiling gave way, and the room was no longer the pleasant environment the children had previously liked. As they opened their eyes, and looked around, they saw the entrance hall was normal, except for the big crack down the large window. It was the archway hall that had suffered the eagle’s dive, and as the children gazed further, they saw the metal had been crushed down so far, that none of them could get through the twisted wall of metal, except for maybe Sunny. ‘We’re stuck in here!’ Klaus cried, his eyes going red, as he tried to keep in tears. ‘We’re stuck, and those two figures are going to get us on the eagles. Violet, can you invent anything to shift the metal out of the way?’ ‘I don’t think so!’ Violet cried, also blocking out the tears as she looked around in frustration. She wondered if Kit and Jake were safe in the control room, or whether the eagles had hit them. ‘At least we were missed by the metal. Look on the bright side!’ However confidant and happy Violet tried to sound, her voice only came out upset and frustrated. ‘How I am supposed to look on the bright side, when we’re on a damaged plane, being attacked by eagles who are being controlled by two villainous people!’ Klaus cried. He was not angry, but he was being testy, as they all had at one point when everything was just too much. That moment in the lives of the Baudelaire orphans was one of the sad times, where they had to admit they could do nothing to save themselves, and which led to them ending up feeling woe and confusion. They peered out of the window, not knowing if they were low enough yet. They gazed at the metal, not knowing where Kit or Jake were. And they started at each other, the only think they were glad to see in their surroundings. ‘Phone!’ Sunny cried, pointing to the knocked over table which Violet had fallen into. ‘You’re right,’ Klaus said, surprised. ‘But who can we contact? Who is there to call right now.’ There was no answer to the middle Baudelaire’s question, but instead there was a loud swooping from beyond the window, and the children did not have time to even examine the phone, as another eagle struck towards the window. The glass could take no more, and suddenly completely smashed, glass going everywhere, some dropping into the darkness towards the earth, some spurting into the entrance hall, where the three Baudelaire’s only have their hands to defend them. However, my research tells me that none of them suffered any more then a few scratches as a result, although the pain inside their mind as they became more and more scared and concerned, and as they wished and wished they could just fall and daydream, and let their minds wonder further and further away, until they were safe from harm, and far away from where the man with the beard but no hair, and from where the woman with the hair but no beard entered the Hindenburger.
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Post by Dante on Oct 23, 2004 8:57:07 GMT -5
I can't wait for Chapter Six now. Mainly because the man with a beard but no hair and the woman with hair but no beard are among my favourite characters.
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