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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?

Comments

[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.