paradisa | First tooth mark

[Sunny blinks as she steps into the darkened tent, momentarily disoriented as her eyes adjust. However, when she's able to see again she's quite surprised at what she sees. Instead of a gypsy tent, as she had been expecting, she seems to be in a large room in what appears to be a castle. But that simply doesn't make any sense at all. It must be some trick of the light or illusion or something. She turns around to brush the tent flap aside and go back outside and finds that there was no longer a tent flap to brush. All there's behind her is an open door leading out to a very snowy courtyard.

She pushes some of the hair out of her face, trying to get a better look around her - this false beard is becoming increasingly inconvenient. At a complete loss she sighs]

Pietrisycamollaviadelrechiotemexity.

[Which, of course, means "I must admit I don't have the faintest idea what's going on." Sunny pauses, looking around. In her confusion she had forgotten that she was in disguise as Chabo the Wolf Baby, a fearsome child who only speaks in growls. She clears her throat and adds a soft]

Grr...

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[he's still very confused, until, well ... wait. waaaait. someone who speaks in anagrams, single words, and what looks like an amalgamation of the two ...

... and appears to know the VFD code, even though, now that he's actively conversing, rather than reading dictation, they sound like they're quite young...

noooooooooooooooo. it can't be. he squints at the page]

Are you who I think you are?

[She hesitates at the question. She's supposed to be in disguise but this man might know about the VFD. And he certainly did not sound like Olaf or any of his acting troupe, even with their ridiculous disguises.

What to do what to do...

Well, she doesn't know where he is, anyway, and if he's this good at hiding and throwing his voice he would very likely know who she was even if she didn't tell him so, well, here goes nothing...]

Sunny. [which means "My name is Sunny Baudelaire, sir, even though I'm disguised as Chabo the Wolf Baby."]

[anyone who thought it could not be possible for someone's heart to simultaneously drop and leap into their throat has, clearly, not been Lemony Snicket at this particular moment. he stares at the page and wishes desperately that he were not so far away]. Sunny Baudelaire? ...Truly?

[Well she wasn't expecting him to know her name, that's for sure. But he does and she doesn't even know WHERE he is let alone WHO he is... but the fact that she doesn't know where the voice is coming from means that she may not be in any actual danger at the moment.

Yeah. Let's go with that.]

Daltrey. [Which roughly translates to "Of course. Who ELSE would I be?"]

Oh -- oh! [suddenly, it sounds as though he's not sure what to do with himself. especially since he's far too far away to be of any genuine help to her]

My name is Lemony Snicket ... I'm a friend of your mother's. Or, I was. And now I am a friend to your sister, Violet. Has she found you, yet?

[waitwhat? Who is this man and how does he know so much about herself and her family? This is all very strange and extremely confusing.]

Mama? [which clearly means, "excuse me, sir, did you say you know my mother? How?"]

I knew Beatrice Baudelaire, yes. [he's so glad that he's (a) far away so she can't see him, and (2) he's on a boat where the spray will mask the tears on his cheeks from the people who ARE currently able to see him]

We were quite close friends, to say the very least.

[He knew their mother? But that doesn't make any sense. Why had she never met him before? She thought that she knew all of her parents' friends. Of course they'd learned quite a few other things they had never known about their parents before, including the VFD.

Hmmm]

Diadro [Or rather "If you were close friends why have we never met you?"]

[now that he knows who he's talking to, it takes him a little less time to decipher the words. years of research will do that.... he is somewhat of an expert on Sunny-speak]. I do not know how much you know of the schism, but its events forced me to flee for my life and go into hiding. I was on the run from Olaf and his associates, much the same as you.

[Whoa, hey, he seems to understand her. That's new. She's never spoken to an adult that could understand her who wasn't...

Okay that does add plausibility to his story right there. She thinks for a moment.]

Harford? [Which roughly means "You were a fugitive? Why? What happend?"]

In a word? Olaf. In three? Olaf and Esme.

[She shivers involuntarily as she remembers Esme stalking the siblings through the records room in the hospital.]

Ditto. [Or rather "Were they trying to hurt you, too?"]

They had different motives, but their means were much the same ... If nothing else, I am sorry that my colleagues and I were unable to prevent them from tearing your lives asunder as well.

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