fiendishthingie
Catastrophic Captain
And quiet is the thought of you; the file on you complete
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Post by fiendishthingie on Oct 20, 2006 13:43:46 GMT -5
Anyone fancy an RPG about the good old days of the schism? Given that we don't know how long it went on for, and that Dewey and Kit were only four when it started, let's be fun and decide it went on for a number of years and that Kit, Lemony, Dewey, Olaf, Beatrice, Bertrand, R, and all the rest were actually in their teens. Go wild. Have fun. Choose your characters I'm Kit.
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laret
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why is there a log in the middle of the graveyard in this picture?...
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Post by laret on Oct 20, 2006 14:12:16 GMT -5
can i be lemony?
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fiendishthingie
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Post by fiendishthingie on Oct 20, 2006 17:09:59 GMT -5
Sure. Glad to have you on board.
I'm not sure whether to be Kit or Beatrice, but if the take-up's as poor as it ought to be under such shoddy managership, I can be both.
Would you like to start? Might as well.
* * *
Kit filled herself into every gap in the old chintz armchair, nestling down into it. It was reassuring. It was old. It was from far before any of this ever started, far before the thundering footsteps in the meeting-room upstairs stopped meaning pensive pacing back and forth and started meaning threats and hostility. Before the books on the shelves behind her became like weapons in a great, unholy war between two sides, the very lines between which seemed so blurred by tears and frustration.
She was alone in the library, for one thing. That never would have happened before. Then footsteps came downstairs, softly but rapidly, and the great green wood door swung open. Esme stood towering elegantly in heels and red lipstick in the doorway, a smile fading from her face.
"Esme," Kit said quietly.
"You -" the tall, beautiful girl stumbled over her words. "I'll just go. Alright? I'll just go."
"Fine," Kit shrugged. Friendships will be broken, she said inwardly, repeating the words of someone older and wiser than her when they spoke about this wretched schism, and love itself will fall apart. If Esme wanted to leave, let her.
She did.
When the door swung closed, Kit felt more tired than she had in a long, long time.
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Post by freeeagle on Oct 20, 2006 18:12:08 GMT -5
Okay, can I be Beatrice? * * * * Beatrice lay on her bed reading, as though if she could immerse herself in words the pain would go away. The words blurred together as the thoughts invaded her mind. The schism, the fires the lies...She sighed and then the tears fell. The door opened with a creak and Lemony appeared. Wordlessly he strode over to her bed and kissed away the tears.
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fiendishthingie
Catastrophic Captain
And quiet is the thought of you; the file on you complete
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Post by fiendishthingie on Oct 21, 2006 5:38:56 GMT -5
Finally, evening came, and Kit stirred herself from the armchair to roam lazily around the corridors she called home, the ones she used to feel so welcome in. Now she felt as if she could be caught and kidnapped at any turn, as if the whole world was simply waiting for her to open the front pocket of her black trench coat and hand over the small object she had been asked to keep inside.
Passing one of the upstairs rooms, she heard a sigh, and then her brother's voice. Beatrice, she thought immediately, and Lemony. She barely even hesitated before opening the door now, though years before she would have had to wait to speak to either of them - that was one thing the schism had done: brought those on the same side even closer together.
Beatrice and Lemony broke apart, Beatrice's fine porcelain cheeks tear-stained and blushing, Lemony still moving one hand over hers as if for comfort.
"So I take it neither of you were asked to go to the meeting?" Kit said wearily.
"You know we weren't. You know we never are," Lemony shrugged.
"How are you, Bea?" Kit asked gently.
"Better," she smiled wryly, "better but not good."
"I know the feeling."
For a few moments, the three friends sat in silence, and in knowledge of each other's secrets: Kit's front pocket, Lemony's dangerous research, and Beatrice's rather secret secret, which was concealed to all but those present at that very instant...
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Post by freeeagle on Oct 21, 2006 8:31:38 GMT -5
Beatrice stared at the two people standing over her. They looked so alike. They didn't have similar facial features or hair. Beatrice just couldn't put her finger on it. Then, she caught her own reflection in the full-length mirror and realised what it was. All three of them had the pain written on their faces; their eyes showed all the tears they had shed. This schism was taking a toll on all of them.
"Kit, can we talk?" I asked. She nodded.
Beatrice kissed Lemony goodbye. This kiss, like all their recent kisses, had a desperate edge to it, as though every kiss could be their last.
Kit and Beatrice walked out the heavy wooden door to an empty lounge. Beatrice grabbed a woolen blanket and wrapped herself in the itchy fibres. "What is it Bea?" said Kit.
"Kit, I can't deal with it any more! I can't sleep. I haven't been able to concentrate lately, and I haven't smiled in weeks. I think I'm losing my mind. I don't want to worry Lemony, but I feel so... boxed in."
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Oct 21, 2006 11:19:53 GMT -5
I'll be Jacques Snicket.
Jacques Snicket was walking in one of the many corridors of the Mortmain Mountain headquarters, thinking about the recent division that had just happened.
V.F.D. had underwent a schism that was caused by an unknown reason. Even he did not know who was the culprit until later in his life. He took out his commonplace book as he sat down to eat his lunch, a Caesar Salad. He looked through all of the notes he had taken ever since he had been a volunteer and ever since the schism began. How could everything be like this? Why isn't there an answer? Where's the—? But he was practically dragged out of his thoughts as I. came up to him. "Ike?" Jacques asked. "Yes, Jacques, it's Ike." answered Ike Anwhistle. "How are you, Jacques?" "I'm okay. Well, since the schism began, me and my siblings have been stressed and have been trying to find out who started the schism. With the information we copy down into our notebooks, we hope to compile a Snicket file sometime in the future." "That sounds like an astute idea, Jacques. Say hello to Kit and Lemony for me." Ike left for the swimming area. Jacques sat down and opened his notebook once again. He began writing in it.
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Post by edgar on Oct 21, 2006 17:46:16 GMT -5
I'll be teen Gregor Anwhistle, and if I'm not devoted very much to this RPG (and I seriously hope I am!), then I'm really sorry.
Gregor walked down the lane and into the little cabin at the edge of Lousy Lane. Inside was Widdershins, his second cousin. "Widdershins," Gregor said, taking out his commonplace book. "Password?" came a voice from inside. "The world is quiet here," said Gregor. The door opened. Widdershins was standing inside with Hector, Gregor's brother. "Gregor!" cried Widdershins. "Aye! Sorry, I've gotten a new bad habbit of saying that. Apologies... so, what's new?" he said. "I've been studying for a new...weapon," Gregor said. Hector piped up, "So have I! Well, it's a vehicle, but it could be a weapon! Sorry, continue." "Thank you," Gregor said, a little annoyed. He said, "I was asking if you could help me." and shut the door behind him.
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fiendishthingie
Catastrophic Captain
And quiet is the thought of you; the file on you complete
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Post by fiendishthingie on Oct 22, 2006 4:33:11 GMT -5
Kit nodded at Beatrice silently. What else could she say? Beatrice wasn't the only one feeling boxed in. Beatrice was certainly not the only one with a secret she was at pains not to reveal. Beatrice was not the only one who wept miserably every time she considered Jacques Snicket labouring desperately away at a large file which he hoped could solve everything, or a small cabin on Lousy Lane where three volunteers were beginning to have an argument.
But Beatrice was her friend, and she was unhappy, so Kit put her arms around her and hugged her closely. As Bea sobbed into her shoulder, Kit could feel the sugar bowl in her pocket clinking softly against the letters in Beatrice's; clinking up against Kit's heart, where there was hidden a far more secret secret.
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Crows
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"Smile! No one cares how you feel!"
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Post by Crows on Oct 22, 2006 6:51:16 GMT -5
May I be Dewey?
The past few weeks (was it weeks? It felt so much longer.) had been what is known as a living hell, a phrase which here means "the feeling that a certain person is going through a terrible and very unfortunate period of their life, so bad that it feels like hell." However Dewey wasn't alone with that feeling. Everyone was. Or everyone he knew. He didn't really understand the situation as much as Kit or the others his age but he had seen many fires when he looked out on the world. Towering columns of smoke. Almost as black as the sunglasses Dewey insisted on wearing. They were misted up slightly from his tears but nothing a good look in his favourite section of the libary. The numbers '020' glittered brightly on the golden sign on the bookshelf. Dewey grinned. This would cheer him up.
One probelm. The book he wanted was several shelfs up. Dewey stood on his tip toes to try and get it down. No luck. He grumbled and went off to look for a step ladder.
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Post by edgar on Oct 22, 2006 8:45:58 GMT -5
Gregor pushed his commonplace book into W's hands. "I can help us destroy the villains, and it can finally extinguish the world!" W shouted "No, Gregor! You can extinguish the world in a way of researching and figuring ou problems peacfully." G said, "I have been researching, and I have been doing this peacefully! Don't you understand? This weapon can destroy Olaf." W sighed. "No G," he said. "You are succumbing to our enemies' ways, aye! You are playing with fire, tempting it and making it flicker. Pretty soon it'll destroy the world, aye, in a plume of smoke. I don't see why you want this...this thing to destroy our enemies. We can do that anyways." G took his commonplace book back. "I am a volunteer. It is my job to help the world quiet down. I see this is the perfect way to do it." W sighed. "No, G. It is OUR job to help the world quiet down. It is what YOU see in that mushroom that makes it evil. We see it as a match in the middle of a library." At that moment, a phone rang. H went to pick it up. "Hello? Yes, yes. Oh, my goodness, yes, we'll be right over." W asked, "What is it?" H said, after shoving out the door, "R's house is on fire."
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Oct 22, 2006 9:57:26 GMT -5
Jacques had decided to go meet up with the rest of the volunteers in The City, so, he left the Valley of Four Drafts, slid down the pole of the Vertical Flame Diversion, hiked down the mountains, and reached Caligari Carnival, where another volunteer, Olivia, was stationed there. “Olivia,” Jacques called out. “Jacques! It is so nice to see you!” she called back. “How have you been?” “I've been better,” Jacques said. “Yes, I know how you feel. I heard news that R.'s mansion is on fire.” "Is this true? I've not heard any news." "It's just happened. I've gotten word from M. who had word from Hector Anwhistle." "It has been like this since the schism began. Olivia, how's your archival library coming along?" "I've got scraps of information cataloged here and there. I'm waiting for the right time when I've collected enough information to bring Olaf and his associates to justice." said Olivia.
So Jacques and Olivia had several important discussions and then Jacques left for The City, where he might make any sense of what has happened those past few months.
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fiendishthingie
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Post by fiendishthingie on Oct 22, 2006 13:10:05 GMT -5
As Kit and Beatrice walked back into the room to find Lemony pacing up and down, they heard the telephone ring sharply and shrilly into the void. Kit picked it up instantly, and held the large, heavy receiver to her ear.
"Hello?"
It was the voice of H, a friendly - if nervous - volunteer. "Come at once!" he cried with uncharacteristic urgency. "R's house is on fire!"
Kit couldn't remember if she let a word slip past her lips before clinking the receiver neatly into its hold. She stared for a moment, and L and B stared at her staring, and she stared at them staring at them staring at her, until finally she woke herself up enough to cry out, "R's house is on fire!"
They rushed to Lemony's motor-car immediately, bundling themselves in, but neither L nor B could get another word from Kit for the whole journey; she was crying too hard to speak.
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Post by freeeagle on Oct 22, 2006 17:39:35 GMT -5
"I wonder if R..." Beatrice started, but Lemony raised a finger to her lips.
"Shush now, your beautiful eyes needn't shed another tear. I'm sure R is fine." he said blushing as he got to the part about her eyes. Beatrice let the tears fall anyway; she couldn't stand to lose another ally.
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fiendishthingie
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Post by fiendishthingie on Oct 23, 2006 5:14:53 GMT -5
When they arrived, the house was already gone. The weakened green wood eaves had crumbled like matches and fallen to the ashen ground. R's beautiful home, and all the things it had concealed, were destroyed. Thankfully, R was sitting, huddled up in a scratchy brown blanket, on the step in front of the gate. The Offical Fire Department were nowhere to be seen, but the volunteers calmed the fire down as quickly as they could and salvaged everything worth salvaging.
Kit leapt out of the motor car as soon as Lemony stopped, ran to the front of the house and thrust her arms around R's shoulders. R gasped, startled, then put her head in Kit's shoulders and sighed.
"Thank you. Thank you - so much," she said weakly.
Lemony and Beatrice helped her up, and walked her towards the car.
"No," she protested lamely, "I really couldn't impose - it wouldn't be fair -"
"You're staying with us," Kit said firmly, "and that's that."
R looked up at her so gratefully that Kit felt stronger than she had in a long time. With her brother, the woman he loved, and one of her best friends, she suddenly felt that perhaps life was looking up, for once...
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