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Post by Very Funky Disco on May 4, 2009 10:20:29 GMT -5
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Monty and Jerome," replied Doc, smiling. For some reason, the younger Jerome looked quite different from the elder one. Suddenly, he caught sight of a picnic table covered with crystals - and Sabrina was sitting there, along with other young lady. "Sabrina Palmer!" gasped Doc. "I know her."
"Hello, Doc," called out Sabrina, as she looked up from the table.
OOC: I understand what it's like to be picked on for stuttering. Some of my foster parents believed that it was an attention getter - when, in fact, I really couldn't help it..
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on May 4, 2009 21:52:12 GMT -5
Madame Lulu glanced up from the table and followed Sabrina’s gaze. Lulu’s eyes settled on a man in his mid sixties, who was standing with a younger man and a group of teenagers. “Would that be a friend of yours, please?” the fortune-teller asked Sabrina. “And you as well, sir,” Monty replied, shaking Doc’s hand. [That is really mean that some of your foster parents would think that about your stuttering. Lots of people stutter, and I can’t see how anyone could interpret it as being something deliberate. I’ve never been picked on for stuttering, but in middle school I was picked on for other reasons. Mostly by boys, just because I was different from the other kids.]
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Post by Very Funky Disco on May 4, 2009 23:49:50 GMT -5
"Yeah, Dr. Brown is a good friend of mine," explained Sabrina, smiling. "I'm also quite friendly with the Baudelaires and Quagmires - although I haven't spend as much time with them, as I moved to Sacramento. They all live in Hill Valley, which is my old home town."
"I met her back in 1965," added Doc, smiling. "Just shortly before the..." Remembering that he was in a world where the VFD schism never occurred, he finished, "... day that she started second grade."
"It was back in the spring of 1983," added Violet, "that we moved in with Doc. He ended up being our last guardian."
"My parents grew up in Hill Valley," added Quigley, "and my Grandmas Stella still lives there."
"I wish she hadn't been sick," Duncan added, wistfully, "at the time of the fire. I hated Prufrock Prep! It wasn't even a real school, for crying out loud - and the vice-principal was discriminatory against us, simply because we were orphans,"
"You never would've met the Baudelaires, though," Quigley pointed out, gently.
"They did make our stay at Prufrock Prep a little more bearable," added Violet, nodding.
OOC: Yeah, I didn't like that. Should we plan on starting the other RPG tomorrow.?We already decided on how Marty and Jerome would meet, but we still need to figure out what to do with some of the other characters. Essentially, I'd do the BTTF characters - while you do the ASOUE characters.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on May 5, 2009 0:43:45 GMT -5
“That’s terrible!” the young Jerome exclaimed, horror-struck. “To discriminate against someone due to their circumstances is not an excuse.” This had been the first time in which he had spoken so openly, and everyone turned to look at him in amazement. The young Jerome responded to the attention by blushing deeply, and in his shyness lowered his eyes to the ground. Madame Lulu saw the silence as an opportunity to introduce herself. “Greetings, please,” she said. “My name is Madame Lulu, owner of Caligari Carnival.” “If I’m not mistaken,” Geraldine said, “a friend of mine mentioned having once visited a carnival by that same name. By any chance, do you know a girl named Esmé Salinger?” “Indeed I do,” replied Lulu. “She is the adopted daughter of my— of Count Olaf, correct?” “Yes.” [*hugs* Sure, we can start the RP tomorrow. It’ll work out, since I’ll be around. Esmé would have been in her second year of Training School— perhaps she and her friends would spend their weekends in town like in our current RP. Oh! And maybe Fernald could get a job as a janitor at Marty’s and Jerome’s school.]
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Post by Very Funky Disco on May 5, 2009 1:06:35 GMT -5
"But Count Olaf is dead!" blurted out Sunny, shocked. "He died on the same day that I was born," added Beatrice. "You must excuse these kids," Doc commented, nervously. "They're a little..." To the girls, he whispered, "I'll explain this, a little later." "Did you say..." Violet was too shocked to continue. She figured that, by now, she shouldn't be too surprised to meet a younger version of the women who outed her and her siblings to Count Olaf. Still, she was surprised! She wondered if Lulu was about to mention that Count Olaf was her boyfriend, but decided that it was best not to ask. OOC: Those sound like great ideas.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on May 5, 2009 12:31:56 GMT -5
“Dead?! Monty exclaimed, and then laughed. “No, no, no. You’ve got it all wrong. Count Olaf is very much alive and lives here in San Francisco. He’s the guardian of Esmé Salinger.” “It’s true,” Geraldine agreed. “Their apartment isn’t too far from here.” “We were planning to surprise Esmé at the home of one of our other friends,” Monty explained to the others. “Would the rest of you care to join us?” [Thank you very much! PM me whenever you’re ready to start the next RP.]
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Post by Very Funky Disco on May 5, 2009 12:36:18 GMT -5
"We'd love to join you," replied Doc, smiling. He knew that it was best to not pursue the issue of Count Olaf still being alive.
Sunny and Beatrice began jumping up and down, as they were excited by the idea of going to a party.
"Count me in, as well," Sabrina replied, smiling.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on May 5, 2009 13:05:45 GMT -5
“And me, too, please,” said Lulu, taking no notice of the fact that she had used the word ‘please’ the correct way.
“Yes, of course,” Geraldine replied, as she laced her fingers through Monty’s. “Let’s go, everyone.”
“The Taylors’ mansion is right around the corner from here,” Monty explained as the group left the park. “And so there isn’t any reason for us to take the bus.”
“Esmé is going to be so surprised,” Geraldine gushed. “I can’t wait to see the look on her face when we arrive.”
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Post by Very Funky Disco on May 5, 2009 13:48:11 GMT -5
Violet felt nervous, as she and the crowd headed towards the Taylor. Geraldine and Lulu certainly looked like the younger versions of the women who made endless trouble for the Baudelaires - but, yet, they seemed to be nice enough. She also recognized Bertrand as the younger version of her father. Suddenly, tears filled her eyes.
"Are you feeling okay?" Quigley asked, softly.
"Yeah, I guess so," whispered Violet. "It's just that..." Discreetly, Violet pointed to Bertrand.
"Oh, I see," replied Quigley, sympathetically - as he placed his arm around Violet's shoulders.
OOC: well, off to start the new RPG.
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