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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
2009-03-30 09:39 pm UTC (link)

Ned blinked. And blinked again. He was really getting quite tired of blinking, but he honestly didn't know what else to do. Eight months? That was impossible. She couldn't have been in any nunnery eight months prior because she'd been working for him, serving pies to the hungry, sweet-needing citizens of Papen County. This wasn't even amusing anymore, but he was too tired to argue. And really, how unfair was that? Being tired in a dream? Dreams were while you were asleep, and you weren't supposed to be tired once you were asleep.

Blushing slightly, he rubbed the back of his neck and looked away when she mentioned her 'feelings' for him. Ned had always written it off as a slight crush, something she'd get over easily enough. She was pretty, after all, there were bound to be tons of guys interested in her, right? "You... Chuck's been with you? Living with you, I mean?" Because not in a romantic way, that would just be the final nail in his figurative coffin, wouldn't it? "I'd wondered... I mean, she moved out and I hadn't seen her and if she's living with you, then that makes some sense but wouldn't I have seen her, maybe?"

Ugh, and now he was babbling about, making a fool of himself more. At least Olive was used to hearing it. The people around this place? Definitely weren't. "Two days. Since sometime yesterday until...well, now. I've met the craziest people, some girl who thinks she controls white magic, and a princess who says she messes about with dragons, and the first person I met here, a woman who says she's done all of this before and that we're not dreaming. Well, people always say that in a dream, don't they? That it's not a dream?" Only he couldn't remember ever having had a dream where someone had said that. In fact, it was usually while you were awake that you said that.

Lily was Chuck's mother. Well. If and when he ever woke up from this insane nightmare, he'd have to tell her. Who knew how she'd react, but she deserved to know.

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