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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Feb 6, 2012 14:56:33 GMT -5
Can we forgive her, for that? Of course we can! After all, she's Esme. ^^ Anyway, it's wonderful to see this story emerge once more! Like a surprise center in a piece of chocolate. The little detail about Esme and Beatrice going to visit Franny in her bedroom was so lovely and bittersweet. I never gave much consideration on what her opinion of Beatrice would be, but only because it never occurred to me to do so. Still, I've always envisioned Franny to be a very kind, giving person who's accepting of everyone no matter what. So I can honestly say that I see her loving Beatrice every bit as much as she does Esme. Oh, no. Jerome definitely would not win or even do well in a snowball fight. XD This is something I actually have thought of before, and always concluded he'd end up hiding behind something, or crying. Or both. It's sad that even the janitor mocked him for his cowardice. Awww. And the people in Esme's school are so horrible! The fact that they'd abandon a fashion trend simply because they don't like her - for no good reason, I might add - is so silly. What a bunch of paranoid, cakesniffing creeps. *Edit* Go to the previous page for the latest installment.
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Post by Tiago James Squalor on Jun 11, 2012 9:36:00 GMT -5
Chapter Six
Rupture Unknown date
Count Olaf - will I ever get used to calling him a count? - has been asking for my help in several schemes. He has informed a great deal of things, such as a faction amongst our ranks that thinks we should use it's power, as opposed to keeping it safe. He spoke of a world where we would rule over the rest. A world where I wouldn't have to be ashamed of who I once was. A world where those who would offend me would be punished. He showed me his parents' plans, and told me of the weapon they are building. I wonder what Beatrice would think of it all. It's not like I can talk to her. Lately, we haven't been like sisters at all. Part of me is indifferent. I have other friends now.
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Graduation was very boring. Training School ceased to be interesting since Olaf asked my help in his family's plan. I hid the object inside the sugarbowl of that tea set I inherited from my mother. Aunt Agnes was kind enough to send it to me a while ago. Only a few days more until we strike. I'm growing nervous each passing day. Not even fashion magazines can calm me down now.
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It happened. We attempted to steal back the gear, but it appears they did not have it. There are two sides now. But we need only wait until the opera night. Count Olaf's parents will be there. They send word ahead informing him that they have the gear inside the bowl, and that they'll give it to us at the opera house. From there, we'll go to the G.U. and hand it over to those two. They give me the shivers, but then I think of all the marvellous things there are in store for me, and I relax. Still, the only thing I ever wanted was Bertrand. And Beatrice stole him from me. I'll never forgive her. Never.
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It all went downhill the minute the third act began. Who'd have thought that La Forza Del Destino would be the soundtrack to the demise of our plan, and of both of Count Olaf's parents? Lemony and Beatrice killed both with poisoned darts, and between the confusion and uproar that followed, our attempts to flee and their attempts to capture us resulted in me losing the sugarbowl once again. I caught a glimpse of a silk-gloved hand reaching for it. Beatrice. I swear it, I'll have my revenge. She stole Bertrand, she stole my sugarbowl and she stole my future.
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Post by Dante on Jun 11, 2012 10:12:10 GMT -5
It's always interesting to hear villainous plans from the villain's perspective, because of course, for them it's a dangerous adventure, too, and that's clear in Esmé's nervousness. But I also think it's interesting to imagine how much of what she states as truth is just her own paranoia. Good to see this back, too! It's become a very long-term project.
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Post by Christmas Chief on Jun 11, 2012 11:30:50 GMT -5
The nuance in this supplement is wonderful. Fashion magazines and the sugar bowl are given a new perspective when portrayed through Esmé's eyes, especially since these same events in ASOUE slot perfectly.
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Post by Tiago James Squalor on Jul 24, 2012 0:46:24 GMT -5
More Diaries coming soon!
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Post by Dante on Jul 24, 2012 3:02:40 GMT -5
I look forward to it! I think it's interesting how this has become less of an interstitial volume and more of an ongoing background project, filling in the gaps in our vision carefully and in parts rather than presenting us at once a lot of material we may not understand.
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Post by Tiago James Squalor on Sept 21, 2012 18:23:36 GMT -5
Chapter Seven
Hooked Unknown date, winterHere we are, in this dreadful octopus shaped submarine with no respite from the pursuit to the Baudelaires, and yet Olaf has quite distanced himself from me. I don't know why. I'm still the most fashionable and beautiful one in this vessel. That is, Carmelita has been attempting to reclaim the title, as she has recently proclaimed herself "pink ballerina princess veterinarian" or some similar foolishness. Carmelita is a homely child, but that's what make-up was invented for. Olaf is too busy running around to notice me. He won't even come to our cabin to help me get out of my new octopus costume. I had one of those brats sew them for me. The child did a piss-poor job, I have to be frank. It's still very in. Unknown date, winterI hope we find the Baudelaires soon. Whipping the kids with the tagliatelle grande is fun but it gets boring and makes my arm hurt. I've asked Fernald to give me a massage. I had him remove his hooks and put on some custom-made massage contraptions we stole from a masseusse volunteer. Fernald is a rough looking man, younger than Olaf. If he wasn't so rough around the edges, and bothered to put on some in clothes and shaved off that god-awful 5 o'clock stubble, he'd be quite dashing. After massaging, Fernald just sits on the desk playing with his cards while I try out my new moves with the tagliatelle grande. I discovered a new way to whip three kids in quick sucession. Unknown date winterAfter a terrifying encounter with the ?-shaped monstrosity, I was so nerve-wrecked I had to ask Fernald to give me a massage straight away. We have become quite close, actually. Closer than I ever thought we would. Still, it would not do if Olaf found out. I'm not ready to leave Olaf yet. I must have my revenge. Until then, Fernald and I are going to have to keep things secret.
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Post by Christmas Chief on Sept 21, 2012 18:37:57 GMT -5
Oh! I think this is the most direct ASOUE reference we've gotten, isn't it? You can see traces of the Esmé we know in the monologue, but she's really a different character here. It's an interesting background both in content - I'm thinking particularly about her plot for revenge here - and in style.
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Post by Dante on Sept 22, 2012 4:52:39 GMT -5
Oh, we've actually dived into ASoUE itself! It's a shame we don't see anything a bit early, but if you're in TGG at only Chapter 7 of TED then clearly you're going to cover quite a length of time and don't have all the space in the world to do it. But certainly it's interesting to see Esmé's side of the dissolution of her and Olaf's relationship.
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Post by Tryina Denouement on Sept 22, 2012 7:38:49 GMT -5
The Esmé Diaries are not yet done? I thought it was!
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