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[signedlefthanded]

[After some time of trying to contact Brennan, Violet eventually writes in her journal.]

I believe Dr. Brennan has gone home. I tried to contact her about some of the lab equipment I've built. I'm at a loss for what to even do with what I have now. There was some analysis machines mainly.

Does anyone from the lab still want them when they're done?

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[workaphilic]

What are they designed to do, exactly?

[ALL BUSINESS NO SYMPATHY.]

[signedlefthanded]

Blood and gas analysis. I'm still working on them. I'm learning more about biomedical technologies. Is there something specific you require?

[workaphilic]

Me? No, no, I'm just an interested third party. You fancy yourself an engineer?

[signedlefthanded]

No. Amateur. I have no technical formal training. Aside from what some have taught me here.

[workaphilic]

That's quite a project for an amateur.

[signedlefthanded]

I have no schooling. But my work is pristine.

[workaphilic]

Is that so.

[A considering sort of pause.]

I'd be interested to see the end result. Once you've had time to give them some spit and polish, of course.

[signedlefthanded]

I can show you some of my work at the clinic. Some of it is wished up, but I've built the microscopes and the x-ray machine.

[workaphilic]

[Oh. He likes those microscopes! Aren't you interesting.]

I think I'm acquainted with them.

Still, all the more reason to have a look at the new projects, isn't it? [Easier to verify, too.] Don't worry, there isn't any rush.

[signedlefthanded]

I still need a few more weeks.

I'm Violet Baudelaire. Can I ask your name?

[workaphilic]

Sherlock Holmes. A pleasure, Miss Baudelaire.

[signedlefthanded]

It is nice to meet you. Especially since I otherwise had no idea what to do with the equipment. [Because a distraction away from emotions is nice. She's good at not feeling things.]

[workaphilic]

Oh, I'm sure I can find a use for it. Provided it's up to standard, of course.

[What do you know, he's not either. Peas in a very stoic pod.]

[signedlefthanded]

Oh, it will be. I won my first inventing contest when I was six.

[workaphilic]

[He makes an amused sound.]

Something to be said for confidence. We'll see, won't we?

[signedlefthanded]

It isn't confidence, Mr. Holmes. [Though she does sound sure, determined and yet, strictly down to business.]

I deal in facts. If I tell you I'll build it, I will make it work -- regardless of age, schooling or lack there of, or the fact that I am from 1935.

[workaphilic]

All well and good for you, of course. But I deal in facts myself, Miss Baudelaire, so you'll have to excuse my desire to see the finished product before I draw any conclusions.

[His tone is light, not quite friendly but certainly not abrasive. She's kind of fun.]

[signedlefthanded]

I can respect that. Two weeks, three days. They'll be done, working, and have a dried coat of paint on them.

[workaphilic]

I'll mark my calendar.

[signedlefthanded]

Good.

Barring any curses from the castle of course.

[workaphilic]

I'd take any delays of that nature into consideration, obviously.

[signedlefthanded]

Then I'll contact you when I'm done.

[workaphilic]

Looking forward to it.

[signedlefthanded]

Good day, Mr. Holmes. It was a pleasure meeting you.

[workaphilic]

Oh, likewise.