#denouements

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sugar bowl gen attends a costume party/spying event at the hotel denouement; snickets and denouements focused.

i love the way the bits of out of order action and different povs fit together, the improbable vfd shrubbery disguises, kit and dewey, ernest and lemony and their uncomfortable places in the schism, but especially all the sibling dynamics!

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Frank shot him a flat and unimpressed stare in return. At least he still did that. “Promise me you won’t do anything—” he paused, his face pinching in an aggrieved sort of way before he settled on a word. “—rash tonight,” he finished.

Ernest laughed. “I don’t intend to do anything rash, Frank.” Of course not. You couldn’t carry out a pre-established plan rashly.

“I should hope not. I—”

The door opened, again. Dewey burst into the alcove, all smiles as always, and stopped on Frank’s other side and leaned over the railing, gazing into the lobby. Like Ernest and Frank, he wore the muted red manager uniform, because somebody had said it was the “host prerogative” to not dress up for a costume party. Somebody had felt bad about it when Dewey was disappointed, but somebody had still not relented, and there they were, a matched trio, everything outwardly perfect.

“Everyone’s costumes are so beautiful,” Dewey said. “Who’s that, in the big blue dress?”

“Josephine,” Ernest and Frank said at the same time.

📈: was there a clear character arc you wanted ___ to go on?

putting this under a cut because it became obscenely long im so sorry

oh and it was the day before their birthday :)))))

While Dewey's rope skill is rope climbing and Ernest's rope skill is lassoing, Frank's skill is... knitting.

like what if they thought he died years ago? what if they chalked up all the unexplained apparent third-manager appearances to the other one lying, untrustworthy as they are? what if dewey’s lines about hating how secretive VFD makes him be were also about not telling his brothers, and it made a rad parallel with lemony? what if frank and ernest hear THE MANAGER’S BEEN SHOT and panic about their brother/enemy and rush to the scene and meet each other on the way (thanks lyeekha for this additional twist of the knife lol) and find dewey’s body and are furious with [themselves/the other one/dewey/VFD] — !!

Violet Baudelaire: You might think your dick is a gift, I promise it's not.

Klaus Baudelaire: Is there anything better than pussy? Yeah, a really good book

Sunny Baudelaire: Old peoples' skin sags//Because it's being pulled toward//The underworld

Mr. Poe: Ah, there he is//That motherfucker//What a tool

Count Olaf: When I was little, I killed ants with a magnifying glass. And now I'm big. And I worry I'm doing the same thing with you.

Hooky: See I think the issue is I've got my [step]father's temper and I'm emotionally inarticulate! So rather than being honest and vulnerable I've been a quick switch, because I'm hurting inside and trying to hide it so *suppressed sobbing* Eat a dick, bitch!

Bald Man: Do unto others//As you would have them do to//You said the rapist

The One Who Isn't A Dude Or A Chick: You stole from a Disney movie, you androgynous douche

The White Faced Women: For fifteen cents a//Day you can feed an African//They eat pennies

Esme Squalor: My drug's attention//I am an addict//But I get paid to indulge in my habit

Carmelita Spats: I have trouble getting along with my [Countie]...like he believes that you should always fight fire with fire, which is a horrible way to live your life...'cause he was a firefighter.

Fiona Widdershins: I said no to drug once.

Isadora Quagmire: Poetic talent is really easy to fake when thy sentences doth no fucking sense make

Duncan Quagmire: My father recently told me I act too gay... I said, "Really Dad?" *throws confetti flamboyantly* "Prove it!"

Quigley Quagmire: My [parents] used to say//Slow and steady wins the race//[They] died in a fire

Frank Denouement: *pointing to Ernest* This is [my brother]: Objective, logical, cold, analytical. Aware of patterns, aware of trends. He's efficient, and a prick.

Ernest Denouement: *pointing to Frank* This is [my brother]: Subjective, creative, sensory. Aware of feelings, aware of people. He's emotional, and an idiot.

Dewey Denouement: Hey yo baby, my life's about three things, three simple things: getting money, getting pussy, and the Dewey Decimal System!

Kit Snicket: I saw a rainbow//On the day my grandma died//Fuckin' lesbian

Jacques Snicket: You're incomparable. Like a...

a) Bea II fics with root beer and diners 

b) Nero x Olaf fics 

c) Denouements as children