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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
2009-03-29 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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