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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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