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Post by Very Funky Disco on Jul 8, 2010 11:21:59 GMT -5
The Nexus
This is a realm that drags in various characters from various ASOUE Universes. It's a place where one can retreat from the hassles and trials of their lives. Once a character is sucked in, they will receive a ring - and then, after that, they can enter as often as they like.
Players
It can be a character from the ASOUE books or an OC. The only rule is, they must be somehow connected with ASOUE (and not a villain). Because it attracts characters from different universes, there may be more than one of a certain character. In fact, some might look different or even come from different time periods than their counterparts.
*Edit*
Just to clarify, villains are permitted to enter as long as they are reformed or pre-canon.
Setting
Martin - who looks part-human and part-ant, is five feet tall, has green skin, and has two antennae extending from his head - sets up a sundae stand. It consists of ice cream of any flavour imaginable and any toppings you can think of. It also consists of brownies and rice crispy squares.
The room is dimmed - and, in a corner, there sits a four-foot-tall aquamarine lava lamp. There are about a dozen soft bean bag chairs, and the walls emit glowing psychedelic swirls of various colours. Over the speakers, psychedelic rock is being pumped at a relatively low volume. Also, the smell of incense fills the whole room. Overall, there is a very cozy atmosphere.
Quigley and Violet Enters
"Where are we, Quigs?" Violet asked, as she was clearly confused. A small smile tugged at her lips, though - as she added, "Well, this looks like a nice place to be."
"Indeed, it does," Quigley replied, flashing a lopsided smile. He glanced at Martin, as he gasped, "Who the..."
"My name's Martin," he replied, introducing himself. He extended an arm, which looked more like an ant's leg. "Go help yourselves to some ice cream."
"Indeed, this does look very tempting," replied Quigley, as he shook Martin's hand - if you can call it a "hand". "However, we... We don't have any money."
"Oh, there is no charge," explained Martin. "Everything you see is completely free. Just help yourselves."
"Thank you, Martin," Violet replied, smiling. She then turned to Quigley, as she added, "Well, Quigs, you heard what he said. I am feeling quite hungry!"
"Well, I don't know," Quigley replied, with uncertainty. "You know what they say about if something seems to good to be true. How do we know that there isn't any... any catch?" He glanced around the room, before adding, "Ah, what the..."
With that, Quigley and Violet stepped up to the sundae stand.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jul 10, 2010 11:34:08 GMT -5
Jerome and Esmé Squalor Enter[/i]
"Careful, darling," said Jerome, his right hand holding securely to the curve of his wife's waist, while his left hand clutched her own as he led her forward. Esmé was four months pregnant, after all, and the billionaire wasn't going to take any chances with her safety or that of the child inside her. "I've no idea where we are, and until we find out, I feel it be in your best interest if you stick close to me."
Esmé rolled her eyes, though she made sure Jerome didn't see. He had always been protective of her - and, at most times, overly so - and she couldn't say she didn't appreciate it. Still, without Olaf to oversee her every move and decision, she was fiercely independent, pregnant or not.
"You shouldn't worry so much, Jerome," Esmé insisted, and kissed his cheek. He smiled, blushing as he did so. "Nothing bad is going to happen to - oh!" She jolted as her eyes fell across three figures - two of whom she knew and another resembling an unfamiliar ant-human hybrid - and she stumbled backwards in surprise. Jerome's heart leaped into his throat, and his right hand moved instantly to hold the curve of Esmé's stomach as she fell against him.
"Are you all right, my love?" he gasped, his heart pounding from the shock of his wife's near fall.
Esmé, however, didn't answer, and instead went to cower behind her husband, peeking over his shoulder like a frightened child. Even with her pregnant belly, he was still wider than she, and so he did a proper job of shielding her. Then, raising one red, long-nailed finger, she pointed to the three figures on the other side of the room.
"Why," exclaimed Jerome, "that looks like Violet Baudelaire! But I wonder who those two fellows with her are?"
"The young man with her is Quigley Quagmire," Esmé informed her husband. "But I've no idea who the giant insect is." She made small, frightened noise, and pressed her face into Jerome's shoulder for security. "What - what if he wants to eat us? Where will we go?" When he failed to answer, she snapped irritably, "Look around, Jerome! Do you see any place for us to hide?"
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Jul 10, 2010 11:59:22 GMT -5
Martin then approached the couple, as he replied, "You needn't be afraid. My name is Martin. Just help yourselves to a sundae, and make yourselves feel at home."
"Hi, guys!" called out Violet, as she looked up. While she didn't mind seeing Jerome, she was still a little frightened of Esme. "Where, uh, where did you come from?"
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jul 10, 2010 12:39:58 GMT -5
"That," Jerome said with a light chuckle, as he and Esmé made their way over to the other couple, "is a mystery we've yet to solve. You see, we were on our way home after dropping Carmelita off at school and, somehow, we ended up here. The only logical explanation we've been able to come up with is that we'd taken a wrong turn, then concluded that couldn't possibly be or else we'd remember."
From her place behind her husband, Esmé smiled nervously at Violet and Quigley. Esmé hoped the orphans wouldn't hold her past against her, at least after they'd gotten to know the 'new' her. Perhaps seeing her in her current 'state' would soften whatever possible grudge they held against her - she could only hope.
"Esmé, sweetheart, come here," Jerome said, not taking his eyes off Violet and Quigley as he ushered his wife slowly out from behind him. "There's no need to be shy."
With one hand draped protectively over her belly and the other clinging tightly to her husband's, Esmé followed Jerome's lead. As she spoke to the couple before her, it was in a soft, meek voice she hoped they would deem sincere. "Hello, Violet; hello, Quigley. It's very nice to see the two of you again after all this time."
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Jul 10, 2010 13:06:50 GMT -5
"Hi, Esme," Quigley replied, nervously. "So, uh, you adopted Carmelita?"
"How has she been, lately?" asked Violet. "So, uh, what do you guys think of this place?"
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jul 11, 2010 14:14:04 GMT -5
"Yes," Esmé clarified Quigley's question after a moment's hesitation. "She's been living with us since after the fire."
"She's been positively flourishing at school," Jerome added, beaming. He made sure to leave out the part about Carmelita getting into a physical argument with one of her former acquaintances. No need to stir up the fire when there were no marshmallows to roast, his beloved grandfather had always said.
"And we know who to thank for that," Esmé asked, lacing her arms around Jerome's left,"don't we?"
Even as he blushed, the billionaire continued to hold his smile. Still, he had always been very modest about such things, and his eyes leveled with the ground.
"It's a wonderful place, though, isn't it?" he said after a moment, as he took in their newly discovered atmosphere. "Like something out of Yellow Submarine."
"How are your siblings?" Esmé asked the couple. It had been nice of Violet and Quigley to ask about Carmelita, even though Esmé remembered neither being at all fond of the redheaded child. Esmé couldn't say she'd been on good terms with either the Baudelaires or the Quagmires. But now that she'd had time to reflect on her actions - not to mention her pesky pregnancy hormones - she did wish she'd been kinder to all of them. After all, she'd been close with both sets of parents at one time, and she felt guilty for not being as sweet and loving to their children and their parents had been to her.
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Jul 11, 2010 18:32:39 GMT -5
"Well, Isadora and Klaus are also together," explained Violet, as scooped herself some chocolate ice cream. "Duncan is dating a girl named Jennifer Parker. She's not wealthy, but she is most definitely not a gold digger."
"Sunny and Beatrice also growing to become fine little girls," added Quigley. "Beatrice was the daughter of Kit, and we sort of.... adopted her... as our sibling. They both really love music. Especially Led Zeppelin."
Suddenly, to their surprise, they saw a little girl standing near them. She had blondish-brown hair and slate-blue eyes - and she was wearing a frilly pink dress with purple lace and puffy short sleeves.
"Emily!" gasped Violet and Quigley, in unison.
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Post by Michelle Denouement on Jul 12, 2010 8:36:58 GMT -5
Fiona enters
Fiona said, "Hey guys! I just got done with my last class of the day: Arabic. I never imagined how fun university can be."
A few months ago, Fiona started her freshman year at The Lebanese American University in Beirut, Lebanon. She continued, "So, how's life, Violet?"
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jul 12, 2010 9:45:53 GMT -5
Although Esmé would have liked to ask Fiona how she was, the former villainess wasn't sure if the teenager would be as accepting of her as Violet and Quigley had been. There were so many people - including her dear, sweet husband - whom Esmé had been less than friendly to in the past, that she could hardly blame them if they weren't exactly ready to welcome her with open arms.
Jerome glanced up at the sound of the two unfamiliar voices from where he'd been busily preparing a strawberry ice-cream sundae for his wife. Both newcomers were people he didn't recognize - one being a young woman in her late teens, while the other was a little girl around five or six years old. Since the older girl appeared to be involved in a conversation with Violet, Jerome decided to take a step forward and greet the little girl himself.
Before he spoke, however, he passed the bowl of ice-cream to his wife - who looked a little uneasy, he noticed - and then squatted down on his knees before the little girl. "Hello, sweetheart," he greeted. "My name is Jerome Squalor, and this is my wife, Esmé. Did you find yourself here by accident like we did?"
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Jul 12, 2010 10:28:04 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'm not sure how I got here," replied Emily, softly. "I'm happy to see that Mom and Dad are here, though."
"Happy to see you, Emily," Violet replied, as she wrapped the little girl into a hug. She figured it was rude to mention that Emily had yet to be born, or even conceived - and she had no idea how Emily would take it.
"How are you doing?" added Quigley, as he also hugged their future daughter. Then turning to Fiona, she added, "How about you, Fiona? What have you been up to?"
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jul 12, 2010 15:24:29 GMT -5
Jerome, who didn't want to seem rude either, looked from Emily, to Violet and Quigley, and back again. Surely there had to be some mistake! Violet and Quigley could not have been more than seventeen and eighteen years old, while Emily was surely kindergarten age. Then again, Violet was much older than Jerome remembered her being the last time he had seen her and her siblings. Perhaps the place in which they'd found themselves was some sort of alternate universe. He remembered what his grandfather had often told him about not all things having to make sense in order to exist. After coming to this conclusion the billionaire relaxed, and in order to calm his nerves turned to observe his beautiful wife.
Esmé was slowly eating her ice-cream, her eyes focused steadily on Fiona. Feeling Jerome's own eyes on her, she looked at him and smiled.
"Sweetheart," he said, and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, "if you'd like to talk to her, then go ahead."
"I'm-but-I'm afraid she won't want to," Esmé replied. "She's Fernald's little sister, and I was so cruel to both of them that I-" A tear squeezed from her eye, and she shook her head as if she had no right to be considering what Jerome had just suggested.
"But unless you try, my darling, then you'll never know, will you?"
Esmé shook her head. "No. I guess I won't."
"Here," said Jerome, and laced his arm through hers. "We'll go see her together." And with that, the Squalors began to approach Fiona.
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Post by Michelle Denouement on Jul 12, 2010 17:02:34 GMT -5
"Hey Esme, Jerome," said Fiona, "Thankfully I'm far away from the jerk that is my brother and his magee. I now regret moving in with him, but it's better than a submarine, where I got crappy phone service and weak Wi-Fi."
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Jul 12, 2010 18:13:46 GMT -5
"Your brother still acting obnoxious, Fiona?" asked Violet, somewhat nervously. She still had bad memories of the torment she was put through by Count Olaf and his troupe - so, of course, it was hard to imagine that Fernald would change his attitude overnight.
"Bad phone service sucks," added Quigley, "but what exactly is Wi-Fi?"
"The lava lamp is pretty!" squealed Emily, excitedly.
OOC: Keep in mind, Quigley and Violet are from 1985.
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Post by Michelle Denouement on Jul 12, 2010 19:58:14 GMT -5
Fiona replied, "Yeah, Violet. He's been up to all sorts of douchebaggery lately. He turned my old room into an office and moved my bed, desk, and dresser to the attic of our bungalow."
She then turned to Quigley and said, "Without Wi-Fi, your computer has to be hooked up with wires in order to get the Internet. The Internet is a global system that connects computers with eachother to share information. Wi-Fi happens to be wireless Internet, usually used in laptop computers."
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Jul 12, 2010 23:59:53 GMT -5
"Oh, okay," Quigley replied, with some confusion. "I do have a computer, which I do my map work on - and I've heard a little about the internet, but... Well, maybe you're from the future."
"If that's the case," Violet commented, "then that adds even more to the mystery of how we... we all ended up here. It still doesn't explain why she's seems to be roughly the age she's supposed to be, though."
"Doc has postulated the idea of alternate universes," explained Quigley. "That would explain the... the weird creature who greeted us, and..."
"There are plenty of alternate universes," insisted Emily, which the knowledge that very few girls her age could possess. "There are about as many alternate universes, as there are stars. There are even some in which none of you exist."
Quigley and Violet's mouths hung wide open, as both had a tough time imagining a world where neither of them existed.
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