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[signedlefthanded]

[Well isn't this an odd invention? Fourteen year old Violet is staring at the talking book. Some sort of communication device. How very strange. She wants to take it a part. She sees no place for batteries. But priorities. Violet isn't with her family. Violet is always with her family.]

Hello. My name is Violet Baudelaire, and I'm looking for my family. Beatrice and Bertrund are my parents; Klaus and Sunny are my siblings. I should be with them.

Also how do these work? I'm about to take mine a part. There must be batteries somewhere.

ooc: and so starts Violet's pre-canon loss for two weeks. if you want action, she'll be wandering around the castle.

Comments

[alias_savant]

Unfortunately, I'm not.

[signedlefthanded]

That doesn't make any sense.

[alias_savant]

I'm not treating you like you're five. The castle is actually magic.

[signedlefthanded]

Which doesn't make any sense.

[alias_savant]

Sometime you need to adjust your world view a little.

[signedlefthanded]

My worldview is fine. Magic is just a story. It's not like gravity or anything else tangible.

[alias_savant]

[a beat]

What's your favorite drink?

[signedlefthanded]

I like most drinks. I've never really picked one. Chocolate milk, teas, fruit juices, lemonade...

Why?

[alias_savant]

Let's go with chocolate milk.

[and with that, the castle will be delivering a chocolate milk right to Violet, at Neal's request.]