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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 17, 2006 17:58:28 GMT -5
"Why is that?"Esme asked. She scanned her memory for reasons that they would have stopped coming here.The only reason she could think of was they stopped living in the theatre but it wasn't it.
"I can't remember do tell. Before I go mad trying to think of it." Esme said setting her menu on the side of the table.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 17, 2006 18:02:52 GMT -5
Olaf chuckled, motioning faintly back to Jack, two waiters and the restaurant manager, who were al staring at the table laf and Esmé sat at, perfectly innocently sipping at their wine.
'I'm not sure this is a particularly opportune moment to mention it,' he said quietly. 'But let's just say that I wouldn't be surprised if they take this candle away when they serve us.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 17, 2006 18:08:26 GMT -5
"Oh yes. Now I remember.Ironic that was what happened." Esme commented. She remembered that night. Olaf was burning napkins and not getting a spark anywhere. He was careful and never accidentally set anything on fire. It was the time he leaned over to kiss Esme that his elbow knocked the candle over onto the table cloth. Jack quickly put it out of course but they were watched too carefully after that.
"I suggest you don't lean over the table." she joked.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 17, 2006 18:18:14 GMT -5
(Nobody else exists....)
He laughed, and slowly nudged the candle to the end of the table, watching it and the waiters at the same time, as if he was daring himself to push it off the edge.
Jack skidded past and grabbed the candle, standing straight afterwards as if his main objective had been to talk to them, rather than save another fire-realted accident by his two old friends.
'Pyromaniacs,' Jack said to Bill-- the manager-- in a stage whisper as Olaf burst out laughing, delighted in mischevous boyish glee by the panic he had caused
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 17, 2006 18:30:13 GMT -5
"Now now! That would be him! I never burnt anything in here. You used to call me princess. Don't you remember Jack?" Esme asked with a smile.
"Yeah I rembr' you was un, but I don't much care for 'im." he jerked a thumb toward Olaf who mocked offense.
(If you want a translation ask me. It was a random accent urge.)
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Post by Jenny on Nov 17, 2006 18:37:08 GMT -5
(No, I got it.)
'I've never done anything spiteful, have I Jack?' Olaf said innocently. 'I mean, I stole your cutlery, set fire to a few napkins and I did scare off a few customers, but nothing really awful...'
'An' y threw a glass a' me that once, 'member? Full a red wine? And that ain't spite?'
They laughed as Jack climbed up onto the table, grinning happily in good company.
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Nov 18, 2006 9:27:58 GMT -5
Jacques was now on his way to the town of Lake Lachrymose, where his friend Isaac Anwhistle resided in a house on a cliff above the large lake. "Hello, Isaac." Jacques greeted. "Hello, Jacques," replied Ike Anwhistle. "Is Josephine here by any chance?" "No she isn't. She's been coming down with Lachrymose Fever, but I think she'll be alright." "Now. Ike. I need a favour from you." "Yes, what is it?" "I need you to contact the owner of a certain bathyscaphe. His name is Jimmy." "What? Jimmy who?" "Jimmy Caliban." "Oh! James Caliban! My wife's brother! Or does Josephine's maiden name start with a J? Then James Caliban would be her cousin. I don't know…"
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Post by freeeagle on Nov 18, 2006 10:23:47 GMT -5
Beatrice sat reading over her lines in one of the comfy chairs at the Ned H. Rirger Theater. Rehearsal was long over, but Beatrice hated to leave the theater. She was a beautiful girl of eighteen who loved acting more than anything else, except perhaps Lemony Snicket.
Beatrice felt someone kiss the top of her head. "Lemony, I really hate it when you sneak up on me like that." she said turning to face him. "You know, I'm trying to learn my lines."
"I know Bea, but I thought we cold go out to dinner. Why don't we go to the Rauld. It may not be that elegant, but the food's great and it's just down the road." he said, somewhat convincingly. His gorgeous brown eyes didn't hurt.
"All right, you win. Everyone else has already left anyway." said Beatrice, grabbing her coat. As they strolled romantically to the restaurant, Beatrice felt his arm around his hand in hers. She liked the feeling. It was as though he was claiming her as his. She smiled at the thought. He opened the scratched, wooden door and they entered the Rauld.
It looked the same as it always had. Lemony often took her here after rehearsals. The long, red, moth-eaten curtains draped over every wall, making Beatrice feel like she was in a velvet tent; the short, stubby candles in the Gothic Black holders that lit the room with an eerie, if romantic light; the dull, wooden tables with the beautiful dark stain; the chairs that usually wobbled.
There were Esme and Olaf in the corner laughing with the waiter, Jack. Beatrice had to admit, Esme had started dating Olaf she was skeptical because of his age, but he had turned out to be a wonderful man who treated Esme exceptionally well. "Come on Lemony, let's go say hi." Beatrice whispered.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 18, 2006 11:40:27 GMT -5
Olaf nodded at Beatrice and Lemony, who were approaching them. Beatrice didn't know about which side of the schism they had both chosen, but by the look on Lemony's face he certainly had an idea.
'Hello!' Olaf called out cheerfully, enjoying this as much as the fires he set.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 18, 2006 13:25:22 GMT -5
Esme stopped laughing for a moment and turned to face who Olaf was speaking too. "Oh what a surprise." Esme said with a grin. It was a tricky time. More and more fires were being started and many people didn't know who was working with them or against them.
It was interesting the fact that Esme was trying to get access to an apartment to get access to B's house. But she let on nothing and pretended all words between them were forgiven.
"Hello..." she said to Lemony her smile faltering slightly.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 18, 2006 13:37:02 GMT -5
(Apologies for my earlier Jack accent, by the way....)
She could fool the world with that smile. And, indeed, if Beatrice and Lemony reprsented the World, she had.
As they chatted with Beatrice and Lemony, Jack fetched a couple more wine glasses, forcing them all onto the same table like one big happy family. So is laissez-faire, thought Olaf.
In the past couple of years, Olaf had started to worry less about Esmé saying things she shouldn't-- for instance, he trusted that now she wouldn't 'let slip' about her plans for the passageway.
'Did you hear about Esmé's promotion?' Olaf started, deciding that this was the only safe topic to discuss with virtual enemies.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 18, 2006 13:46:47 GMT -5
"Oh course they haven't! You you and I know. Unless you two have been hanging around the banks of the city." Esme said with a smile.
"Oh! This reminds me of a wonderful joke I heard the other day!" Esme announced. "Two robbers come out of the vault with bags loaded with gold. and one says to the other 'What are we going to do with all of this now?' and the other says 'I don't know why don't we go up and ask the financial adviser.' " Everyone laughs merrily at this.
One could only imagine what Esme would say if two robbers came parading into her office with that much gold. Well she knew what she would say. 'Olaf go home with that. I can't be seen here with you when your dressed like that. Esme smiled inside thinking of that picture.
(Excuse the bad joke I just made it up.)
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Post by Jenny on Nov 18, 2006 14:08:04 GMT -5
(The joke was fine, it was better than I could have done on the spot.)
Olaf smiled, proud of her. He watched Lemony as he shifted uncomfortably, as if he was dying to shoot off to the opposite side of the restaurant to avoid them. Beatrice seemed perfectly happy, and it ran through Olaf's mind that perhaps he should try making her a henchwoman before he killed her and stole her family fortune.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Nov 18, 2006 16:44:08 GMT -5
Esme watched Lemony and was distinctly reminded of his brother. She was forced to look away. Jack came and refilled her glass just before their orders came.
A fresh crisp salad with grilled chicken a top it was set in front of Esme. It had been so long since her favorite meal sat in front of her.
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Post by Jenny on Nov 18, 2006 17:36:14 GMT -5
Olaf hadn't put much thought into his order of a well done steak, but never the less set into eating it the moment it was placed in front of him. His mouth occupied for a few minutes, he observed the other couple, and his girlfriend.
Esmé seemed to act strangely around Lemony, almost never meeting his eyes and avoiding looking at his face at all if she could help it, it seemed. Perhaps she was worried about Lemony's knowledge of the schism. Whatever it was,. it was obviously there and Olaf wasn't keen on it.
(Jacquesmé would rock, IMO. And you invented it.)
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