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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
2009-04-07 09:46 pm UTC (link)

"Yeahhhhh." She was getting a little tired of explaining all of this to him as if it were news. She wanted to shake him and make that brain of his rattle around. Maybe it would shake some memories loose. "Emerson and I solved the one about Merle McQuoddy without you or Chuck, too." She seemed pleased as punch with herself. She'd also been able to infiltrate the Norwegian's operation, and not even her friends knew that she hadn't switched sides. She was pretty useful when it really came down to it.

She was pleased beyond measure when he came to stand near her, leaning against the counter. The smell of the freshly baked pie wafted throughout the kitchen and if it wasn't so late, she would have guaranteed that they would have had some customers. She was sure the delicious smell was making its way out into the corridor at this very moment. She hopped off the counter and began rummaging in the various drawers for a knife and a serving spatula. She found both and laid them next to the pie. She would let it cool a little before she cut into it. She assumed this role, the role of the waitress, because she was used to it. Ned baked the pies, she served them.

She looked back at him and moved toward the industrial sized freezers. "Well, not his daughter, silly. His baby mama took off on him." She pulled one door open, using most of her weight to get it to come loose. She nearly stumbled when the suction gave way and it swung wide. She giggled and then looked inside the freezer for some ice cream. Pie a la mode was a beautiful thing. Spotting a carton, she reached for it and pulled it out, shutting the freezer behind her with her foot.

She returned to her spot on the counter, using the bucket to once more hoist herself onto it. Was she just a bit closer to him this time? "You know, you're right. And my dreams are really so much weirder than this. It's that REM cycle thing, right? Makes you have how many dreams in the course of a night and then you only remember snippets of each one and then your brain sticks them all together and you have one really freaky dream." She grinned and bumped her shoulder with his. A few minutes longer and then they could eat.

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