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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jul 7, 2011 10:49:18 GMT -5
I agree, that was undoubtedly a very nice chapter! It's quite funny to think that the only chaos involved was that of the library's condition. The shop's, too, though not nearly as funny. Poor Desmond. I enjoyed learning about Cindry's relatives and their unique histories. I liked as well the introduction of the Fulfillment family sigil, which I recall from one of our many YASoUE discussions. *Edit* Chapter Seven is on the previous page, guys. ^^
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Post by Tiago James Squalor on Jul 11, 2011 8:54:50 GMT -5
Chapter Eight
There were several hours left until the Hallow-In Parade. After much debating on what to do on those remaining hours, it was decided that Jackie, Kate and Farrah would close the shop and stay indoors, while Desmond, Cindry and Audrey took the Baudelaires for a leisure stroll in the park. ‘Of course, it’s not really a leisure stroll.’ Desmond said, while Jackie applied his Hallow-In make-up so that he and the others could go out in Halloween costumes and avoid the insane sugar-overdosed trick-or-treaters. ‘We’ll take you the the large court, near the Gargoyle’s Fountain. It’s where people go to eat here in the park. We’ll be sure to learn a thing or two while we are there.’ He said. ‘Nevertheless, these Halloween costumes are so inconvenient.’ Violet replied. The others silently agreed. For this so-called leisure stroll, Violet, Klaus, Sunny and Beatrice had chosen different Halloween costumes; Violet was a succubus – a word which here means ‘female demon that seduces men in their dreams, which couldn’t possibly have anything less to do with Violet’ – with bat wings and tight leggings and corset – which made Violet a tad uncomfortable, as she did not often dress in tight clothing. Klaus was a zombie cowboy, with an arrow through his head – of course, the arrow was fake, and was not really through his head – Sunny was a feral cat – with fake sharp teeth to go with it – and Beatrice was Sherlock Holmes – which was a choice that displayed the youngest Baudelaire’s penchant for investigation, a trait which would later prove to be one of her greatest assets, between her baticeer training and sewing skills. Desmond was a vampire, and Audrey was his vampire wife, and Cindry was a young vampire, all three of them deathly pale with dark circles around their eyes and black cloaks, with lines of blood running down their chins. It was a complete coincidence, however, that the three of them chose to be vampires this time, because each put on their costume separately, and when the three came out and saw each other, they had a good laugh. The Gargoyle’s Fountain was in the opposite direction to the one which the Vampire’s Fountain was. Atop the fountain was a huge gargoyle, with bat wings and sharp teeth and a mean look to him as he was about to become alive, as it was so well-sculpted, for such a big ugly thing, as often gargoyles were. From it’s mouth poured a waterfall down into the fountain, as if the gargoyle was vomiting constantly. A huge round plaza surrounded the fountain, covered in fallen leaves, and full of people, here and there, all of them in Halloween costumes of their own. The plaza also had a few tables and benches, and food stands – the Baudelaires were very pleased that it was real food, not candy, which they were sick of – and while the Baudelaires waited in line with Desmond, Cindry and Audrey, they overheard the conversation of other people in the line. ‘Are you excited for the Hallow-In Parade?’ a woman asked the man behind her. ‘Oh, I am. Too bad adults aren’t allowed on the floats. The Skull girl said adults are too heavy, and the only adult allowed on the floats is the Candy Queene.’ The man said. Whatever this was, it made the Baudelaires worry for the children that would be attending the parade, and what Esmé, or the Candy Queene, wanted to do with them. ‘Hallow-In Paradie Itineraries! Grab yours!’ Shouted a trick-or-treater child – it could be a boy or a girl, his costume was of a chinese dragon – and Violet grabbed one of the papers when he walked by her. ‘This says pretty much what we already know,’ Violet said, after examining the paper ‘But this time, it mentions floats.’ Klaus frowned. ‘Floats? Oh, I have a bad feeling.’ Floats are, - not the word which normally means ‘to float’, or ‘root beer float’ – as this was the type of construct vehicle used in parades, like the Parade of Indepence, or the Bueller parade. They were also used in the popular brazilian ‘Carnaval’. The Baudelaires had seen a few parades with their parents prior to their demise, and they were curious as to the nature of the floats of this Hallow-In Parade. Coming from Esmé and her sect of followers, candy-induced or not, it was bound to not be a good thing. As always, the Baudelaires were right to suspect, that yes, the floats of the Hallow-In Parade were not by any means, good. Richly made and decorated, yes, but Esmé was as richly made and decorated, and she was no good herself. ‘We have to be very careful. I’m sure that whatever plans Esmé is hatching, these floats are part of it.’ Klaus said. ‘Nani?’ Beatrice’s little voice was heard. She was pointing her finger to somewhere across the plaza. When Violet, Klaus and Sunny looked, they saw a mob of trick-or-treaters escorting a person across the plaza, on the opposite side, headed somewhere beyond the limits, and out of their sight. They couldn’t tell if it was a woman or man, from afar, but whoever it was, the Baudelaires had to find out. The stranger in the Boggly Garden was on the Baudelaires’ minds, but this one was different. The Baudelaires could feel it wasn’t the same person, for some reason. ‘Let’s go. We have to investigate.’ Violet said to her siblings in low enough a voice that the Fulfillments couldn’t hear, as Desmond was arguing with the food stand cashier over the price of corndogs. ‘But if there is the slightest danger, we have to be back right away. We can’t thank Desmond’s help with recklessness.’ Klaus reasoned. For all he was right, the Baudelaires felt their halloween costumes would be at best use between a crowd of similarly dressed people, where they couldn’t be distinguished. That was the right place to be right now, and as the Baudelaires caught up with the mob of trick-or-treaters, and passing unoticed, they realized the Halloween costumes weren’t too incovenient at all.
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Post by Dante on Jul 11, 2011 11:06:53 GMT -5
I... guess that dressing up in a costume that has nothing to do with her personality would be a pretty effective disguise, but I'm still a bit baffled by Violet as a succubus. Otherwise, it's good to keep the fountains flooding in. This really is a great park for Hallowe'en, but I'm very concerned about what Esmé could do with some floats... although I do have a couple of ideas. After all, they might make good hiding-places.
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Post by Tiago James Squalor on Jul 11, 2011 11:43:50 GMT -5
I understand. The idea of Violet as a succubus is strange for me too, being the main reason I chose it. Of course it's a good park of Halloween: this is why it's called Thriller Park! XD hahaha About Esmé's floats, you'll see soon enough; the chapters are flowing rapidly and I'm pleased to announce TPP will be over soon. ^^
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jul 11, 2011 16:23:37 GMT -5
I don't have time to read this now, but wanted to drop by and say that I will be very soon, probably later this evening. I'm sorry for being away (I took a few days to catch up on some e-mails/PMs I've been neglecting), and look forward to reading Chapter Eight of The Perilous Park. I know I will love it as much as Jerome loves his collection of neckties. *Edit* Hi! ;D I really enjoyed this chapter, as well as everyone's costumes. In particular Violet's, even though I agree that to see her as a succubus is quite astonishing. Then again, the residents of Thriller Park are required to don such costumes, so... I think I would have made Esme's costume a succubus in A Halloween to Remember, if only it had occurred to me. The addition of Gargoyle's Fountain makes me wonder if there are any other similar fountains scattered throughout Thriller Park. *wonders* At being noble, yes, but when it comes to fashion and charm, she is what Carlo would call as ace. ;D And we have yet another "androgynous stranger" in our midst, I see! How exciting, and mysterious! I wonder where the Baudelaires' investigations will lead them to? BTW, I'm glad to hear that inspiration is coming at you like Hurricane Herman. While it's always a little sad to see a story end, the solving of mysteries is always exciting.
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Post by Hermes on Jul 12, 2011 14:10:12 GMT -5
Yet another striking and original fountain! Like everyone else, I am shocked by the though of Violet as a succubus. (I'm now imagining Handler trying to get 'succubus' into one of his books - I doubt his editors would have allowed it. )
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Post by Tiago James Squalor on Jul 12, 2011 14:56:21 GMT -5
Chapter Nine
Violet, Klaus, and Sunny Baudelaire had had much experience surrounding angry mobs before. Wherever they went after they left the Village of Fowl Devotees, they always managed to find themselves dealing with a group of people who wanted to hurt them in various ways. Beatrice was a unique case, however, in that she hadn’t been alive at the time, but she too, had seen the power of angry mobs; the workers of Funeral Factory Fulfillment Ltd, the volunteer-villain battle at Anwhistle Aquatics, the crowd of asylum patients escaping their confinement at Addams Asylum. But this was the first time the Baudelaires had been part of said mobs, as they escorted a woman – the Baudelaires could see it now – across the park. They thought at first the woman was being cohersed into being followed by the trick-or-treaters, but they soon realized differently; the woman was going somewhere, or the trick-or-treaters were taking her. Whatever it was, the Baudelaires had reached an agreement, whispering to each other – their whispers camouflaged by the laughter and rambling of the trick-or-treaters – that they would backtrack their way to the Gargoyle’s Plaza if anything happened. But this wasn’t so, as the walk across the park was a quiet one, mostly because other people – adults – avoided the trick-or-treaters like the plague – an expression which here means ‘the adults were too terrified of them to dare cross their path. Soon, the party arrived at the deep lake at the center of the park. The Baudelaires knew the area from Desmond Fulfillment’s maps. It was a deep, large lake that dominated most of the central area of the park. What the maps didn’t show, however, was a small island in the middle of the lake, and what was on it. ‘What the…’ Violet whimpered. The small island had a small building. It was a tower, a short tower, but a tower still. It was richly decorated in Halloween motifs. The tower was crowned, literally by what seemed to be a golden crown with red, orange, yellow and pink lights, and a giant candy stripe lollipop. They immediately realized where they were going, and who they were going to meet. ‘Violet! This is too risky!’ Klaus whispered to his sister. ‘Let’s go back, we have to let Desmond know about this.’ Sunny whispered. ‘I know.’ Violet whispered in return. ‘But we’ve come all this way…I think at least one of us should go into that tower.If we can overhear anything about Esmé’s plan…I know it’s risky…But we have no other choice. We also have to find out who that woman is.’ Down by the lakeshore there was a small dock with a few boats. The woman led the trick-or-treaters, or the trick-or-treaters led the woman down the the docks. She loosed the ropes off one boat. ‘Most of you will stay here.’ The woman said in a strange accent. ‘I only need one of you to help me to make for the island.’ Her eyes went straight to Violet, the tallest of the trick-or-treaters. ‘You. Come with me.’ The woman said in the tone of someone who is very used to handing out orders. ‘Me?’ Violet was surprised. She did not expect to be chosen, specially so immediately. There was no able time to make plans with Klaus, Sunny and Beatrice, as she would have liked. ‘Yes, you. Come. I must make for the island right away, and I cannot steer the boat by myself.’ She said. Violet whispered to Klaus. ‘Go back and tell Desmond I’ll rejoin you soon.’ Violet was unsure of how soon she would exactly join her siblings and the Fulfillments. This circumstances would have frightned Violet some time ago, but she was a volunteer now – a full-fledged volunteer, trained not by a squad of volunteers, but by a series of unfortunate events – and she wasn’t that scared. Plus, the woman didn’t really give off the same vibe other villains did. ‘Be careful.’ Klaus whispered to Violet, as she turned and went to the woman’s side. ‘Aren’t you a little old for trick-or-treating?’ the woman asked her. ‘Maybe. I just love Halloween.’ Violet replied. The woman shrugged off and went inside the boat, and Violet followed. Luckily Violet had previous experience with sailing a boat. Long ago she had sailed with Klaus and Sunny across the dark and icy surface of Lake Lachrymose, headed to Curdled Cave to rescue her guardian at the time, Aunt Josephine. The surface of the Deep Lake of Thriller Park was just as dark and cold, but at least this time there were no lachrymose leeches, or waves to worry about. It was a calm and swift, short sail to the middle of the lake, to the island with the small crowned tower with the bright lights. Violet tied the boat to a pole on the wooden quay of the island’s docks, while the woman examined a paper she removed from her pocket. ‘Come. We’ll be out of here soon, so you can go back to your trick-or-treating, Halloween-loving girl.’ The woman said, putting the paper back in her pocket. Violet felt a wave of relief; she hadn’t exactly planned a way out of the island, and was afraid the woman would stay there a long time, and that she’d have to do the same or be unmasked. She was just a Halloween-loving girl now, not Violet Baudelaire. They walked towards the tower of bright lights, and went up some steps, carved into the stone. When they reached the top, Violet could see the walls and a large black iron gate with spears on top. The gate was open, and Violet soon saw herself and the woman in a small courtyard that even had two fountains, at either sides, and the large wooden doors of the tower. Above, the illuminated walls and windows of the tower, and further above, the bright lights and the crown of the tower, and the absurd giant candy stripe lollipop. When the woman approached the double doors. An outlet opened on the door, and a voice was heard. ‘Password?’ The woman waited a moment and said something that struck Violet as very strange. ‘ The sea is never quiet.’ The doors opened, and Violet followed the mysterious woman inside.
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Post by Dante on Jul 12, 2011 15:53:06 GMT -5
Very intriguing! I like your references to past books, too, particularly the part about Violet being trained by a series of unfortunate events rather than by volunteers, because it is so very true (and even formed the basis of some outlandish theories, but that's a matter for another thread). I'm very intrigued to see where this is going, other than into a mysterious Hallowe'en tower in the middle of a lake.
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Post by Tiago James Squalor on Jul 12, 2011 16:05:44 GMT -5
Thank you Dante. I've always felt that the volunteers that the Baudelaires meet were trained in a time of peace, and not as many of them have suffered the hardships that transformed the Baudelaires from children and orphans into full-fledged volunteers, though not one of their lives has been a sea of roses, the Baudelaires (and Quagmires, by extension) are a special case in that they know so little of the ways of V.F.D. but they learn what it means to be a volunteer by living the life of a volunteer. I'm glad you enjoyed the chapters. Also, about Violet's succubus costume, it was the first thing that came to my mind when deciding what costumes the Baudelaires would don next, although, now I wish I had thought of something else! lol ^^
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Post by Dante on Jul 12, 2011 16:16:34 GMT -5
I agree with your ideas, Tiago; while the old volunteers we know clearly had their moments of misfortune, they at least seem to have had the comforts of structure and community; they knew what they had gotten into once they got there and had proper mentors. The Baudelaires, and to a certain extent the Quagmires, never had anything like that, never had anyone to support them. But they do the right thing anyway. That's why they're true volunteers. Regarding the succubus costume, I'm sure it can be justified in a couple of ways - there's my disguise suggestion, there's the possibility that Violet subconsciously sees another side to herself after learning of her relation to Esmé...
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Post by Tiago James Squalor on Jul 12, 2011 16:26:38 GMT -5
Oh, I see. In my ficverse (and in my imagination, before I even conceived YASoUE) Violet had always been a physically younger, blue-eyed version of Esmé. Violet is often described as beautiful in the canon, and in my mind, Esmé is beautiful as well. I always imagined the relation between them, and the Esmé-Bertrand-Beatrice-Lemony debacle. So I guess seeing from this perspective, it kind of fits. After all, Fernald did say people are neither good or bad, but like a chef's salad mix, and I guess Violet, realizing she had some of Esmé in her (not just physical look-alikeness) made un unconscious costume choice to reflect that. Thank you for this insight. ^^
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Post by Hermes on Jul 12, 2011 16:42:49 GMT -5
Well, this is really fascinating. Who is the woman? At first I thought it was just Esme in disguise, but it seems not. And the motto - we have heard it before, of course, but perhaps only in publicity material; has anyone in the story used it? We wait with bated breath.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jul 13, 2011 11:15:46 GMT -5
Without a doubt, this was truly a captivating chapter! Violet traveling alone to the island with only a stranger for company will hopefully prove to Audrey once and for all that the Baudelaires are volunteers, just like herself and Desmond, rather than ordinary children. I am wondering, as well, what this mysterious woman's intentions are, as she was being escorted down to the docks by the same people who wreaked havoc at Desmond's Halloween shop. BTW, I like what you and Dante said regarding Violet's choice of costume being a connection to her relation to Esme. Such a possibility crossed my mind, too, I think, as I was reading that particular chapter.
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Post by Christmas Chief on Jul 13, 2011 11:55:50 GMT -5
I enjoyed all references to previous books, both canon and YASOUE. I also loved the line about Violet being trained by unfortunate events; and her succubus costume, while startling, suits the disguise justification you mentioned in the chapter. I, too, thought the mysterious woman was Esme at first, but now I have another guess about who she might be. As for the floats, well, I'm sure that since no good came out of the sugary treat versions of ASOUE, the giant decorative ones won't bring much fortune, either.
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Post by Tiago James Squalor on Jul 13, 2011 17:24:07 GMT -5
Chapter Ten
It should be no surprise that the interior of the crowned tower atop the island in the middle of the Deep Lake of Thriller Park was as strange as the outside. Lavish furniture and decorations filled the place, with treasure chest filled with candy, and expensive fabrics in display. A work station was visible with three sewing machines. ‘Is there anyone here to welcome me?’ The mysterious woman said behind a counter, ringing the bell. Out of the curtain behind the counter came one of the the deranged trick-or-treaters, his pupils notably dilated, – a word which here means ‘big and scary because of so much sugar’ – big and scarybecause of so much sugar. ‘Her Sweet Majesty will receive you soon. Who is your companion?’ The trick-or-treater asked. ‘Just a Halloween-loving girl. Isn’t that right…Halloween-loving girl?’ The woman said. Violet nodded, and the woman turned to the trick-or-treater bellboy. ‘Tell ‘Her Sweet Majesty’ that R is here.’ The woman said. A sudden thunder was heard outside; it was raining, and the lightning flash brightened everything for a second. Violet was disturbed, not just by the sudden thunder and lightning, but because her siblings were out in the rain, and because the woman had just identified herself as R. Violet didn’t quite remember, but there was someone fairly important in V.F.D. who was known by that initial, but it had been so long ago, and Violet could not remember exactly who it was, or why she was important. More importantly, though, Violet confirmed that the mysterious woman was indeed in V.F.D. But on which side was she? Any volunteer would know to stay clear of Esmé Squalor, Violet knew that. What she didn’t know is why the woman just didn’t remove her hood, which concealed her face almost entirely. ‘Oh. R, you say…I’ll inform Her Sweet Majesty right away, excuse me!’ The bellboy trick-or-treater leaped over the counter and ran upstairs. He had to spend his sugar energy somehow, Violet thought. Meanwhile, the woman stood silent, reading the same paper Violet had seen her read before. Outside, the rain poured, and more thunder and lightning raged. Violet approached the window and looked outside. She could see the docks on the lakeshore, but no trick-or-treaters could be seen. Klaus, Sunny and Beatrice were not there either, the rain had driven most the trick-or-treaters away. She worried about her siblings, but she knew that wherever they were, Klaus, Sunny and Beatrice were at no risk. ‘Looking for something?’ The woman was suddenly right behind Violet, and she was startled. Another thunder roared, and lightning flashed. ‘Did I scare you? Or was it the thunder? It is quite a downpour out there.’ The woman said, looking through the window. ‘If you get tired of this park, Halloween-loving girl, come here.’ The woman handed Violet a small red envelope. ‘You’ll certainly be of use. Don’t open that here. Here.’ The woman took the envelope and put it inside Violet’s corset. ‘There you go, Halloween-loving girl.’ Underneath the woman’s hood Violet saw her lips, curved in a smirk and covered in dark red lipstick. Violet was certain the woman knew who she was, but she looked so different…And whoever this person R was, Violet had never met her. How could she know Violet? And if she did, why didn’t she alert Esmé? There was still time for that, and Violet’s heart was racing. ‘Her Sweet Majesty will see you now… R.’ Natalie Finch appeared, instead of the trick-or-treater bellboy. Natalie wore a red tuxedo this time, but still had her face painted in the likeness of a skull, and the same pinkish hue to her blonde hair, all tied in an enormous pigtail on the upper left side of her head. ‘Oh, I see.’ The woman, or R, turned to Violet. ‘Wait here. I won’t be long.’ Violet didn’t know what to think. Every inch of her wanted to open the red envelope. She was certain the woman knew who she was. Even dressed in the likeness of a succubus, she still bore a resemblance to Esmé Squalor, and Esmé Squalor was a woman who certainly deserved to be called a succubus. Violet cursed her poor judgement in selecting such a costume, but then she noticed Natalie Finch looking at her from the bottom of the stairs, while the woman R climbed them. Natalie’s look was full of contempt, but she didn’t seem to recognize Violet, and immediately turned her head in a stuck-up, conceited manner with a ‘Hmpf’ and followed R, whoever she was, upstairs. There was no one else with her, and Violet wasn’t about to stay behind with questions reeling in her mind, and her heart racing in her chest. She was almost too nervous to do anything, yet it came to my knowledge that Violet, against all her natural instincts, followed what she called ‘the volunteer instinct’ and decided to learn whatever she could about this woman, R, and Esmé’s plans for the Hallow-In Parade. Violet climbed the stairs. Before she ended her climbed, she peeked through the opening. There was no one in sight, not even Natalie or Nathan, or even Carmelita. Violet saw a set of red double doors. Above and around the doors were a series of lightbulbs, giving off yellow, orange, white and pink lights, blinking in a fast manner, like the signs of Casanova Casino. If Esmé Squalor was to be found anywhere in that tower, it was behind that door. Violet carefully approached the door, thankful the thick candy-red rug absorbed the impact of her heels and she was silent as a shadow when she put her ear against the wood of the door. She could hear a conversation, and the familiar voice of Esmé Squalor. ‘…I thought…’ Esmé’s voice. ‘Yes, but…’ The other woman’s voice. ‘…intercepted…’ Her voice again. ‘…orphans…’ ‘…taken to the House of Red Leaves…’ The other woman’s voice. ‘…whereabouts of the…’ Esmé’s voice again – ‘…train…’ ‘…I’ll go there after the Parade…’ Esmé’s voice. There was a moment of silence, and then, steps, approaching the doors. Violet dared not stay another second. She retreated her steps and descended the staircase, but not before taking a last peek as the doors opened and the woman walked out, with Esmé Squalor right behind her. The sight of Esmé filled Violet with anger. How could that woman be allowed to wreak havoc upon the world and go unpunished for so long? ‘So I guess I’ll see you soon, Esmé. But remember, there you are one among many. You have no influence there. And I hope you will abide to our dresscode.’ The woman said. Esmé smiled. ‘Of course. It is very in. I have already ordered many new garments from the House of In. Soon we’ll conclude our plans here, and then move on to our next plan, and after that, it’s the train journey up north.’ Esmé said. Violet noticed Esmé’s dark hair was full of blue streaks, and done in a beehive hairdo. She wore a necklace of candycorn and a candy-red dress, and looked as absurd as Violet would expect. Before she could hear anymore, Violet decided to go back to where the woman had left her. When the woman appeared right behind her, Violet was looking through the same window she had before. ‘Let’s go.’ She said. The two left the inside of the tower, not before grabbing a large candy-stripe umbrella from an umbrella rack next to the exit. Violet followed the woman down to the quay, holding the umbrella, while nervously looking back to see if Esmé Squalor wasn’t coming for her, but after a while she realized Esmé wasn’t coming. Whoever it was, it the hooded, mysterious woman knew the Halloween-loving girl was indeed Violet Baudelaire, she did not inform Esmé. The two got inside the boat which was waiting for them at the quay, and soon sailing back to the lakeshore dock, back to land. ‘That envelope you gave me…’ Violet spoke, breaking the silence. ‘Was it you who gave my brother an envelope at the Boggly Garden?’ ‘No. That must have been someone else. When you open that envelope, many things will become clear for you. But I won’t help you anymore than I already did. I have my own agenda and if you stay in my way, you will go down, Halloween-loving girl.’ The woman said in a calm manner. ‘So you know me?’ Violet said. ‘Yes. Your feats have given you a reputation… Violet Baudelaire.’ Violet swallowed. So it was true. The woman knew who she was all along. ‘And you…Who are you?’ The woman laughed, putting her hand in front of her mouth. ‘Oh, Violet. You and I will meet again soon. Very soon.’ When they arrived at the docks and left the boat, Violet and the woman walked out of the docks. ‘You can keep that.’ The woman said, nodding towards the umbrella. ‘I’ll go on my own way. It is almost time for the Parade, you know… You might want to go to the Dragon’s Fountain soon. It is starting.’ Something about the way the woman said it made Violet think it was not the parade she was talking about, but something else. ‘Farewell, Violet Baudelaire. Until we meet again…’ Saying this, the woman disappeared in the fog. The rain continued to pour as Violet made her way back to the Gargoyle’s Plaza. Thriller Park had never seemed scarier to her than now, shrouded in the fog, and Violet’s exposed skin was freezing. But soon, Violet saw the bright lights of the Fulfillment home, and sighed in relief, and walked inside to safety again – at least, for now.
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