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Olive Snook (ittybitty) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-03-28 17:22:00

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complete, day four, ned the piemaker, olive snook

Day 4
::Who:: Olive and Ned
::What:: Meeting in Olive's Dream
::When:: After the Ball
::Where:: In front of Olive's room and then...
::Rating:: PG, if that?
::Status:: Complete

At this very moment, Olive Snook was walking down the hall in the F Dorm after having been escorted there by some very strange, rather nasty looking little creatures. She continuously gave them strange looks and clutched her skirts, sweeping them out of the way just in case one of them got a little too close. Thankfully, they'd left her once they arrived in the dorm. Clutching the journal to her bosom and the key in her fist she stomped down the hall. She was a little bothered that this dream had gone on for so long. And she was pouting.

She was sure that she'd seen Ned with Chuck out on the balcony when Digby had run through the doors. But she hadn't had time to go check, either. Besides, who would want to break up their little romance party? Not her! She frowned, her lower lip jutting out in a pout. Pigby snorted and trotted to keep up with her. Finally she arrived at the door with the same number as that on her key. She double checked and then stuck the key in the lock. She tried to turn it, but it wouldn't move. She pulled it out and again checked the number. 126 on the door and 126 on the key. It was the right room, sure enough.

She set her jaw, breathing heavily out of her nose before jamming the key into the lock once more. She turned with all her might and then put the journal down and tried with both hands. Nothing. Frustrated she took a step back and kicked the door. Still nothing. In a bit of a rage she yelled at it. "Stupid door! Open or I'll turn you into firewood! See if I don't!" When it still did nothing, she beat her fists against it in a futile effort to get it to budge. She tried wiggling the key again and it still did nothing. Harumphing, she leaned her back against it and crossed her arms over her chest. Her foot caught the journal and slid out from under her, landing her on her tush.

Frustrated, confused, angry and close to tears she dropped her head onto her arms and tried to get a grip. And that's when she noticed that footsteps had come close to her and then stopped.

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bakersman
2009-03-28 11:35 pm UTC (link)

While Olive Snook fought back tears, the piemaker walked back to his room in confusion. The dog was still following him, wagging its tail happily. This was more than likely the piemaker's dog, woken from the dead many years ago, but how? If he had come through when Ned had, wouldn't he have noticed? Why was he just now finding him? And, if this was the case, what had happened to him before all of that?

He arrived back at his dorm, allowed to walk by himself this time instead of under goblin escort. Going home, it seemed, was an easier process than going to the ball. He wanted to go inside this strange new room, pull off this completely ridiculous costume, and fall asleep, hopefully to wake back up in his own apartment. In his dreams, he'd never worn anything quite so...cheesy. And not a good cheese, like gouda or brie, but more like a moldy old pimento. The stupid feather on his stupid hat kept flopping in his face and the boots pinched. No, he'd never be caught dead in this again, that was for certain.

For his part, he was mostly oblivious of all things around him as he arrived at his door. But first he heard a snort. And then he glanced up. The dream was growing stranger, because it was extremely rare that Olive Snook appeared in his dreams. Chuck, yes, of course she did. But the waitress? Not often. "Olive?" he questioned, though there was no denying the tiny blond was one and the same. "And...a pig." Well. There was a sight you didn't see every day.

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ittybitty
2009-03-28 11:55 pm UTC (link)

Olive lifted her head and sniffed. Not to smell the air, but to retract the tears that were threatening. It took her a moment, but only just, to realize who it was that stood in front of her. She jumped to her feet, scrambling as quickly as she could to a standing position and cried, "Ned!" Olive Snook loved the piemaker and every time she saw him, her heart swelled and overflowed with her feelings of adoration and want. Without really looking around for Chuck, she threw herself at him and hugged him around the waist. "Oh, Ned I'm so glad to see you!"

This might have been a dream, on either of their parts, but Olive never complained when pie boy played a part in hers. She was just so glad to see a familiar face that she nearly forgot she was dreaming. Dreaming a dream where pinches hurt and she spoke to people she'd never dream up on her own. She hugged him for a long moment until it got awkward and she finally released her grip on him. She stepped back, but just a little, enough to look way up at him. She really had no concept of personal space, and didn't care to. Especially when it came to Ned.

It was then that she realized he'd said "a pig" instead of "and...Pigby." Puzzled, she looked back and forth between Pigby and Ned. "What do you mean 'a pig'? Of course Pigby's a pig." She glanced down at Digby and scowled slightly. "There you are. Desert me in my hour of need. I see how you are." She balled her fists and shoved them into her hips. And then she realized there was no Chuck in the immediate area. She bent sideways to look around Ned and then her blue eyes glanced up once more. "Where's Chuck?"

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bakersman
2009-03-29 12:06 am UTC (link)

Where Olive knew no concept of personal space, the piemaker preferred his. Very, very few got to touch him in such a personal way. But it was Olive and he was almost, almost used to her casual assaults. He patted her, a bit awkwardly, on the back until she let go and stepped away. Finally. Not that he was complaining, exactly, but... Again, awkward.

"What are you doing here?" he finally blurted, then realized that might sound a bit rude. But it was a perfectly valid question. If he was going to have strange dreams about worlds that didn't exist, then Olive Snook was not the person he'd ordinarily have chosen to spend them with. Nor would she be toting around a pig, for that matter. Nor would she have waited an entire day to show up. A day was rather long to be dreaming anyhow.

"Pigby?" The pig snorted again, and he blinked. "And...you knew Digby was here?" Nothing was adding up. Nothing logical, anyway, and the piemaker liked logical. Logical and normal and other than the finger, just plain sensible. He blinked. And blinked again. After all, what else could he do? He was having the most peculiar dream he'd ever had, starring a woman who said she was a princess of dragons, a girl who had apparently had this dream before, and now, his waitress and next door neighbor. "Chuck? I... Not here?" Too much to take in, Ned leaned against the wall and slid to the ground, draping his arms over his knees. The pig, however, had apparently not been touched by him ever, because it came over, sniffing his hands and his pockets. He'd have been grossed out, but he was too tired to really notice.

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ittybitty
2009-03-29 10:37 pm UTC (link)

"What am I doing here? What are you doing here? This is my dream." Even if Jack had told her it wasn't, she was choosing to believe than nothing this incredible could actually be happening to her outside of her subconscious. Olive hadn't even considered the question rude. She was used to Ned's blunt way of speaking and never took offense. Well, hardly ever.

Exasperated she sighed. "Yes, Pigby. You act like you've never seen him before." She frowned and that unattractive little furrow formed between her brows. "Well, yeah. I knew Digby was here, he sort of came along. Pigby and Digby. Olive's face softened when she saw the complete look of confusion on the piemaker's face. He was a tad slow, and she tried not to get too frustrated when he didn't latch on to a concept right away.

"What do you mean she's not here? Not here as in this immediate area, or not here as in not in this crazy dream?" Olive could have sworn she'd seen her, but a tiny flame of hope flared in her rapidly beating heart. Hope that the girl who'd faked her death was nowhere to be found. If that were the case, Olive hoped this dream would last for years and years. Things could go back to normal, before Chuck inserted herself in all their lives and made a ruin of them. Or Olive's anyway. She allowed the tiniest smile to alight on her lips, but when Ned collapsed against the wall, she went to him. Again, disregarding the need for personal space, she sat down next to him in the fluffy blue dress and made sure that every part of her that could touch him, did.

"Nice costume." She had to suppress a giggle, but it wasn't really working. Her small body shook with her quiet laughter. She was trying not to make him too self conscious, but she knew how much he hated Halloween and costumes, no matter the time of year, were just associated with that holiday.

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bakersman
2009-03-29 11:15 pm UTC (link)

Ned glanced sideways at her as she joined him, and though he didn't exactly laugh, he did give a little grin. Pulling the lame hat off of his head, he dropped it to the side Olive wasn't curled up against. Sighing, he propped his head against the wall, still glancing warily at her.

"I've never seen this...thing in my life," he told her, watching with an amused smile as the pig took an inquisitive sniff at the hat. "Go ahead and eat it if you want, probably not good for you, though." Turning back to Olive, he shrugged. "Don't know where Chuck is, actually. I've been here a whole day with no sign of her. Or anyone else I knew, till you showed up." Across from his room. Oddly enough. What were the odds of that, anyway? There had to be some statistical bit stating that stranger dreams than usual should at least be accompanied by the girlfriend and not the waitress. Even if Chuck and he weren't exactly speaking at the moment.

A moment later, he finally seemed to see her. To really see her and acknowledge that she was Olive Snook and Olive Snook was sitting by his side. "You look...nice." It was the safest thing he could think to say. She did, in fact, look very pretty, but that wasn't really something he tended to notice with her. But then, he hadn't ever seen her dressed in a huge and frilly bright blue dress, either.

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ittybitty
2009-03-29 11:33 pm UTC (link)

Other than the sort of costume slash uniform they wore for the Comfort Food Cook-Off, she'd never really seen Ned in a costume before. He just wasn't the type. So this was a real treat for her. She burned his image into her memory so she could call it up when she wanted a good giggle.

It was her turn to look bewildered. "Ned. This is Pigby. The truffle hunting sow that I brought home with me when I left the convent. You know, after the case of Sister LaRue's death and you figured out, with no help from me of course, that Lily is Chuck's mother?" She couldn't imagine how Ned could forget something like this. It was far beyond the reach of her imagination and she wondered... "Did you hit your head or something? Maybe you have amnesia."

What Olive didn't realize was that she'd been brought to this strange place nearly a year after Ned's last recollection. Digby had curled up on Olive's other side and she ran her hand through his thick orange fur. Olive couldn't begin to describe the sheer joy that coursed through her veins when he said that Chuck wasn't here. She grinned to herself, afraid to look at him, to let him see how overjoyed she was at the news. She knew it would hurt his feelings, so she kept it to herself.

She smoothed her skirts down and beamed up at him. "Really? Aw, thanks." She smiled and then plucked at his shirt. "Without that hat, this actually doesn't look bad at all." There was still the matter of her stuck door, but she couldn't be bothered to think about that when she had such a perfect distraction by her side. "A whole day, huh?" She wondered how that worked if this was her dream. How could he be here a whole day before she even started dreaming? Well, but it was a dream. Anything could happen, really. Right?

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bakersman
2009-03-30 12:36 am UTC (link)

"Lily is Chuck's mother?!" Ned yelped.

Well, that didn't go exactly how he'd planned. Of all the things they'd ever discussed, he never imagined she'd drop that bit of a bombshell. Nor, he concluded, did he ever expect to hear Olive speak the words 'when I left the convent'. "And... What were you doing in a convent? With a truffle hunting sow?"

Maybe she was right. Maybe he did have amnesia. The last thing he remembered before being dragged here was baking apology pie after apology pie for Chuck, who was in hiding somewhere. Which, when you were a dead/faked-your-own-death girl, was potentially dangerous. "When was this?" he asked, feeling a little helpless as the pig nudged his arm. "No, I don't have anything in my...will you get away from my pockets?" He rolled his eyes, patting the pig quite awkwardly on the head. "I mean... I don't think I ever asked about her mom. It was always her and her father and then he...well, died." And he'd caused it and for that, she wouldn't even speak to him. Speak to him? She wouldn't even tell him where she was. How was he to know if she was safe? She could be lying in a gutter somewhere, dead for a second time, and he wouldn't even know it! And tehre was nothing he could do to prevent it because now he was stuck in this awful place and apparently unable to wake up.

"Days, really. Two days. Part of yesterday, and I guess today counts. Two long, horrible days." Shaking his head, he buried his face in the palm of one hand. This was getting out of hand.

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ittybitty
2009-03-30 06:47 pm UTC (link)

Olive looked at Ned like he'd lost his mind. Yelping like that in the middle of a deserted hall. Someone was going to think she was attacking him or something. Very patiently, she laid a hand on his forearm and started to speak slowly, the way she would speak to a retarded child. "Yes. Boy, you really must have hit your head. Lily is Chuck's mother. There was a picture of Lily at the convent. You saw it." She sighed softly, a little exasperated and turned her face toward his more fully. "I told you what I was doing at the convent when you and Emerson and Chuck came to help me figure out how Sister LaRue died." She groaned. She so did not want to go over this again.

Every time she talked to him about how much she loved him, it just made her feel worse about the situation. Knowing that he would never have the same feelings for her just multiplied the pain exponentially. Dropping her head slightly, she spoke in a rushed half-whisper. "I went to the convent because I had a little too much going on. I was overwhelmed with my feelings for you, the secret I was keeping from the aunts for Chuck and the secret I was keeping from Chuck for Lily. I kept feeling that any moment I was going to blab one of those secrets and I couldn't be held responsible for ruining someone's life because I blabbed. Lily actually suggested the nunnery. It's where she went to have Chuck. They gave all my things to the poor you know, that's why I let Chuck stay with me for a while after I got back. It was easier to use her stuff than buy a bunch of my own new stuff. And anyway, Pigby ended up being Sister LaRue's murderer. She pushed her out of the bell tower on accident because Sister LaRue had a secret truffle lab up there. I just couldn't leave her there with all the nuns blaming her for LaRue's death." Finally, she took a breath after the jumble of words toppled out of her mouth.

"I've been back from the nunnery now for... I don't know, eight months, or so?" She rolled her eyes up to the ceiling and her lips moved while she counted. "Yep, about 8 months." She looked over as Pigby nudged Ned and made a bother out of herself, but Olive couldn't help thinking how cute it was. "Aww, look, she likes you!"

"Funny, I just saw you a few hours ago at the Pie Hole. You can't have been here for two days already." But, of course, this was a dream and nothing in dreams ever made sense. "What have you been doing since you've been here? Other than attending that impressive ball." It had been impressive. Like nothing she'd ever seen. She'd had a good time, even if she told herself that it was just a dream.