Characters: Samantha Parkington and Violet Baudelaire When: Wednesday, following this exchange Location: Parlor car Warnings: Likely none Summary: Samantha loves new-fangled inventions, and Violet loves inventing things!
Since arriving on the train several days earlier, Samantha had mostly kept to herself. She'd spent a lot of time lying on the bed in her cabin, hoping that if she lay there long enough, she'd fall asleep and wake back up on the floor of the ballroom at Amherst College. But when that hadn't happened after three days, she'd tried to fiddle with the device she'd found in her room to see if that would transport her anywhere. But all that had happened was some odd notices addressed to her about how she must be new and didn't she know how to use this thing and oh by the way one of them thought she was a witch. Apart from one nice gentleman who'd been able to empathize with her, no one had seemed friendly or of sound mind, and so she'd given up and gone back to napping in her cabin, hoping that eventually, she'd wake up.
But today she'd looked on the device again, and it seemed she might be able to make a friend. This Miss Violet sounded sensible, and Samantha always loved learning about new inventions and the progress the world was making. So she'd carefully arranged her hair, smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress (how she did wish she had something more casual to wear!) and headed down to the parlor car.
"Violet?" she asked, poking her head in. She saw a small brunette woman around her own age who looked like she could be Violet, but Samantha couldn't be sure.