who; Violet and Chekov where; The Apartment They Share when; Today summary; Russian Starfleet Meets English Inventor rating; PG tops, this is Violet and Chekov after all warning(s); Count Olaf spoke of status; In progress.
Post clinic and junkyard Violet was back at work on the flare gun from the night she was attacked by the Gentlemen. "In spite of that unplanned test firing the flares are working better than planned!" she cracked a rare enough smile these days. But in spite of the physical wounds the Gentlemen had left she was more excited about finally meeting Chekov. "After all someone who gets my passion for science is rare enough given this place" plucked a notebook from a pile atop one desk. That was when she heard footsteps and called,"Look out for the cord! Flare gun is being worked on" her own accent in full bloom. But she was making notes the whole time,"Going on the last name I have to think I am living with a Russian" seeing this as something new to learn. But even someone like Violet could forget the nasty looking bruises were easily spotted.