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Post by Jenny on Nov 14, 2006 16:55:22 GMT -5
'Alright, then. Don't forget. After all, I'll know where you live.'
The apartment could be extremely useful. He'd been thinking about Beatrice and Bertrand and their kids for a while now. Even if it meant Esmé going off to live with some rich idiot for a while, it would benefit both of them if Olaf could come up with a plan.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 14, 2006 17:01:35 GMT -5
"What will you do without me. I know your life revolves around me." Esme joked.
"I'm meeting him tomorrow morning." she informed, putting a pillow behind her head. One of the things Esme had been working on was making this place look better. A few throw pillows and blankets really made a difference. It was much more homey.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 14, 2006 17:09:59 GMT -5
'Where? You aren't just going to show up on his doorstep, are you?'
He laughed at the picture of Esmé turning up at the penthouse door with a few suitcases, until he realized that the idiot would probably let her in even if that was her plan.
'Make sure I get an invite to the engagement party or whatever. If he's anything like his parents he'll host the most tedious parties. I'll need to be there to cheer things up.'
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Post by freeeagle on Nov 14, 2006 18:17:41 GMT -5
Ooh...Can I join? I would love to be Beatrice if that's okay.
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Nov 14, 2006 18:20:55 GMT -5
Jacques Snicket traveled to the Mortmain Mountain headquarters for V.F.D. He typed in the phrases of the Vernacularly Fastened Door and stepped inside. There were one-hundred and seventy volunteers there at the time of Jacques's arrival to the headquarters. "V.," greeted Jacques to the gourmet chef. "I have news from Lemony. He has found out that someone, a villain, has been planning for weeks to burn down B.'s and B.'s mansion." V.'s head rose up. "Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm sure. Whatever my brother discovers, it has to be true. Authentic." "Okay, J. Who do you think was planning–is planning this fire?" "Well," Jacques began, "It was when I first hiked to the top of Mount Fraught…"
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 15, 2006 17:42:53 GMT -5
"I'm meeting him at that Cafe." Esme informed.
(Yup feel free to join!)
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Post by Jenny on Nov 16, 2006 11:56:28 GMT -5
'What, the ridiculously expensive café? Lucky you. I should hope he's paying.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 16, 2006 14:03:25 GMT -5
"I don't have to buy anything. All he has to do is see me. He wont stand a chance." Esme said sounding rather conceited. She crossed her legs on the couch where she lay stretched out. Esme rolled her head from side to side streching her neck. "Are we going out for supper tonight?" she asked.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 16, 2006 16:51:40 GMT -5
'If you want,' Olaf said, shrugging and putting on some extra cologne to cover up the fact that he hadn't showered in a week.
She was getting better at being villainous. Tricking people, all this treachery. At first she'd been hesitant to get stuck into it, but now it seemed she mainly took care of herself on her income, scheming and petty theft.
Pride was probably an odd word to use for his feeling towards her improvement, but he liked her getting a job for one thing. It meant he didn't need to steal as much or direct shows much anymore. He hoped she'd be sending him money if she decided to move away.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 16, 2006 19:02:39 GMT -5
"Yes, I want." Esme replied. "I've been craving the chicken they serve at The Rauld. Remember The Rauld? We used to go there after a fire. Those nights were so much fun." Esme reminisced.
After musing about their past she nodded to him. "Yes, that's the place I want to celebrate my promotion in."
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Post by Jenny on Nov 17, 2006 14:13:01 GMT -5
He smiled, reminiscing about all the times he'd ordered too many bottles of wine and ended up drinking them all himslef at the Rauld. It was cheap enough-- and nothing there was especially lovely-- but he knew the manager and they got away with a lot down there. Besides, celebration was always good over there.
And besides, they had more than a promotion to celebrate. They unofficially owned a passageway now-- a VERY important passageway, with a very important family on the other side.
He grabbed his coat, always in a rush. 'You don't want to get changed, do you?'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 17, 2006 15:00:43 GMT -5
"Well...yes...but it is The Rauld. I mean I guess this old thing will have to do." Esme motioned to the dress she bought last week. It was blue with white lace trim on it. She put on some white shoes and grabbed her coat, following him out the door.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 17, 2006 15:51:20 GMT -5
He felt the atmosphere and knew a compliment was in order. 'You look beautiful, darling,' he said, exaggerating as he usually did.
The Rauld was near the theatre-- and therefore he knew exactly how to get there and the drive was fairly short. They hadn't booked a table, but somehow there was always room at the Rauld for them.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 17, 2006 17:49:32 GMT -5
The dark bar and grill was welcoming. Familiar faces dotted the room. Esme drank them in as she reached the table they had been directed to. Candles light each table in Gothic black holders.
Each wall was draped in curtains, thick velvet ones the theater got rid of when they got too old. They hadn't been there is years and yet their old friend Jack the bartender brought them a glass of red wine each.
They picked up the menus which apparently hadn't been renewed. The plastic peeled on the corners and Esme recognized a doodle she had made many years ago.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 17, 2006 17:54:50 GMT -5
'You could probably afford to go somewhere better than this for dinner now,' he said, examining the old menus and odd, non-matching candle holders. 'I've just remembered that there's a reason we haven't been here for a few years.'
He closed his mouth immediately as a waiter they both recognized came to take their order.
'I'l have--' Olaf began.
'I didn't realize this was a sad ocassion,' he waiter interrupted, totally monotone. The glare he recieved for it could have blown out all the candles in the restaurant, and he quickly took the order without any more interruptions.
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