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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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ittybitty
2009-03-31 10:57 pm UTC (link)

And now the piemaker was brooding. That damn Chuck. He's not going to brood on my watch, she told herself. When he said he needed a kitchen, another lightbulb went off in her brain and her eyes widened. Leaping to her feet and startling both Diby and Pigby, if not the piemaker himself, she held her hand out to him. "C'mon, pie boy, we're going to go make some pies." She helped haul the tall man to his feet and then turned to head down the hallway. She got about two steps away when she remembered her journal and her key. It wouldn't do to leave them around for anyone to pick up.

She pulled the stubborn key from the lock and picked up her journal, tucking it under one arm. "Let's go!" With Pigby on one side and Digby racing ahead, Olive led Ned down the hallway and out into the night air. For all that it appeared to be a wide open space, it somehow seemed suffocating. Olive dismissed it as some sort of figment of her dream and continued to walk toward the main building. When she'd been in there earlier with the goblins picking up her key and journal she'd smelled the food and knew there was a restaurant in there somewhere.

She opened the door with a flourish and let both Pigby and Digby inside, holding it until the piemaker took hold and entered behind her. She followed her nose down the hall to the double glass doors. There didn't seem to be anyone inside and Olive wondered what time it was. The lights were still on, but it seemed deserted. Pushing the door open with her behind she gestured toward the inside. "Ta-daaa!"

She was sure there was a kitchen. There had to be. Where would food come from if not from a kitchen? She inserted herself behind the counter and pushed through a swinging door into, you guessed it, a kitchen! "Look, Ned! It's a kitchen! Now you can bake all the pies you want. Maybe they'll even let you serve them to all the people here." Moving an overturned bucket toward a counter, she stepped up on it and then hopped up on the counter to sit, ankles crossed, and set her journal down beside her.

Maybe while he baked she could both write a bit in this strange new journal and watch him. One of her favorite pastimes. Then they'd both be happy. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get cookin' Mister!"

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