[ Violet Baudelaire has been mostly keeping to herself, something I hope she does not regret, but on Thursday she does spend some time out and about. Her player finally has the energy for a toplevel, it seems.

She spends a good deal of the day in the garden, sitting at one of the tables and writing in her notebook, but then she does something curious - she stands and, drawing things out, starts to pace around the edge of the room, taking long and measured steps.

It is entirely possible, despite her best efforts to imitate a dear cartographer friend of hers, that she runs into someone, because that's just the kind of luck she has. ]

Oh! Sorry about that, are you alright?

[ Or, later on, she can be found in the library, looking over the new nonfiction arrivals. ]

Klaus would have loved these... and all of this room, really. Though I suppose he'd be happier in a less dangerous sort of library.

[ And later on still, she can be found in the dining hall, the same mostly-full notebook in front of her, but this time she seems to be... writing poetry? Rhyming couplets, at the least, though she seems to be having some trouble with them. ]