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Tweak says, "Bartlet for President"

The Piemaker (nohugsplease) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-09-23 20:29:00

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Who: Ned and OPEN
Where: The still un-named Pie Shop
When: Early evening
What: Ned needs to think over Death's offer.
Status: In progress!

It had been two days, seven hours, sixteen minutes and three seconds since the Pie Maker had spoken with Death, or as she referred to herself, Didi. The Pie Maker had not spoken to the girl named Chuck about Death's offer yet. He wasn't sure how she would take it. Death's offer to the Pie Maker was one which he wanted badly to take advantage of. He wanted to be able to receive and emotional heimlich when necessary from the girl named Chuck. His problem, however, was that he did not believe Death to be telling the whole truth.

It was too much to imagine that all of his problems with Chuck could be solved so simply. His biggest issue was that he did not want to touch the girl named Chuck only to find out that Death was merely playing a cruel joke on him. His only conclusion was that eventually he would have to tell her. But he wasn't ready to do that yet.

So, he went to his new pie shop. It wasn't quite the Pie Hole, and there was no Olive to serve the customers with a smile and anecdote. But there was Chuck. Ned smiled to himself, as he put yet another pie in the oven. The sign outside of the shop said "PIE" but did not have an official name. He couldn't quite call it the Pie Hole. That felt wrong. But no other suitable alternatives had come to his mind.

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romeosaveme
2009-09-24 04:33 am UTC (link)

Pie. Pie sounded so good right now. Liz had gotten a -- surprise, surprise -- waitressing job here in Colligo, but she wasn't exactly fond of the food they served there. If this was back home in Roswell, she wouldn't dare work for a place that served food she wouldn't eat, but as it were here, where she knew no one in a situation she was still trying to discern for herself, it was a good idea to start gathering funds. The $100 she'd been given upon arrival could only get her so far for so long. So, a job it was and after a long day on her feet carrying trays on hot plates and cleaning off tables, a pie was needed.

Something warm and sugary and good to help take her mind off this place and stop her from wondering about if Alex had told anyone Max's secret. She liked to think he would keep his word, but lately, she couldn't tell with people. Nothing had been the same since she'd been shot and healed.

Untucking her hands from her pockets to open the door, Liz stepped inside, looking around for the owner or a worker. Whoever ran this place.

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nohugsplease
2009-09-24 06:04 am UTC (link)

Ned heard the door open and popped his head out of the kitchen to see a young woman entering his shop. "Hi and welcome to the Pie - well the place where you can get pie but still doesn't exactly have a name of its own." He shuffled his feet awkwardly, looking around at the place. It was exactly the kind of unhappy accident that happened to him, a diner owner dying and him getting the shop which had familiarity to his back home. "Right. So. Any sort of pie preference? Or if you're just here to use the restroom, it's that way, feel free." Three or four people came in today alone just for that purpose.

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romeosaveme
2009-09-27 09:10 am UTC (link)

The restroom? Liz's head turned to look in the direction of the restrooms for a moment, then looked back to the pie maker and shook her head. Nope, she wasn't here to use the bathroom, though she understood that kind of annoyance. There were plenty of people back in Roswell who came into the Crashdown just to use the bathroom. Some days, she didn't mind, but others, she felt like demanding they buy something first. Why her father didn't have a sign up in the window dictating that, she didn't know.

"Actually, I would like a pie," she said, coming up to the counter. "Got any cherry?"

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	nohugsplease 2009-09-28 01:08 am UTC (link)
	Ned smiled when the girl came up to order pie. Perhaps he could learn to be happy here in Colligo, with Chuck. Possibly with the ability to touch Chuck without her being gone forever. "Cherry! Yes, we've got cherry. A la mode or just pie?" Ned walked over to the cherry pie he'd made earlier that day, and cut a generous slice, putting it on a colorful plate. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

romeosaveme
2009-09-29 04:57 pm UTC (link)

Liz wasn't sure if she could learn to be happy here, but she supposed that at least here, there was no risk of being caught by the FBI because of Max's secret. She cared for him and liked his sister and Michael well enough, but at the same time there was this voice in the back of her head that told her that she was a part of something she didn't ask to be involved in. Yes, she was eternally grateful to Max for saving her life, but how safe was she really? Nevermind that she probably wasn't all that safe here -- none of them were. Who knew.

"Oh, cherry a la mode sounds really good right now!" Liz exclaimed. "My sweet tooth has been bothering me all day."

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nohugsplease
2009-10-01 02:47 am UTC (link)

Ned couldn't help but grin at her enthusiasm. Enthusiasm in a pie shop was always a welcome commodity. Olive usually had enthusiasm to spare for all of them, but in general, it was always welcome. "Cherry a la mode it is." He scooped two scoops of vanilla on top of the now warmed pie and placed it right in front of Liz. "There you go. Should do that sweet tooth some good." Or bad, but at least it would feel good while it was doing the bad.

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