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Ned (bakersman) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-04-19 22:23:00

Entry tags:

complete, day seven, ned the piemaker, olive snook

Who: Ned and Olive
What: Discussing 'the future' (probably not as fearful as it sounds)
When: Day 7
Where: Starting off in their dorms
Rating: Highly unlikely anything more than PG
Status: All done!

The Piemaker no longer had any genuine idea what age he would be at that moment. Everything seemed to last longer here in this place where he had no real sense of purpose. There wasn't much to do to pass the time, despite having a Renaissance Faire right outside. He still hated dressing up, he wasn't a big fan of learning to weave baskets or joust or make tools, and even his own dog had found a new playmate. Of course, he was used to Digby being a bigger fan of Olive than himself, what with her actually being able to pet him. But a pig? That he wasn't a big fan of.

So time dragged a bit more for Ned than usual. Having Olive around was still taking a great deal of getting used to. Especially without Chuck. He still missed her desperately, but the ache was getting a bit easier to deal with. Maybe she was better off back home without him. Maybe she'd find some man who she could actually touch. Without dying, that was. And who hadn't killed her father.

That thought alone was enough to drag him out of bed. He peeked out the window and noticed it was still drizzling, which was getting a bit unbearable. Dressing in the most casual thing he could find, he stepped out the door, trying not to let his eyes wander across the hall where Olive was likely still fast asleep. It was relatively early, after all. He waved Digby out behind him, even less worried about him being off leash than he'd been at home. Not only was Digby a good dog, but he was a smart one, too. He'd be just fine on his own.

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bakersman
2009-04-21 12:56 pm UTC (link)

"Not exactly," Ned replied to her question of amusement park nature. Halloween had a whole different meaning where young Ned had been concerned. That? That had been a traumatic experience. That and it always reminded him of younger, more carefree days with Chuck. Amusement parks, fantasy though they might be, weren't quite on the same level of awful. They just weren't practical. At all.

But she looked happy. Really happy. It was a look he wasn't entirely sure he'd seen on her, or else he'd been too busy with other things to notice. It was a nice look on her, and he didn't exactly want to upset her. Olive was a friend of the most loyal sort, even when she was driving Ned completely insane. And as crazy as this dream was, he didn't want to hurt her. He'd be racked with guilt when he woke up if he did.

So he slid into the ride's hard plastic bench and gave a weak, half-smile. "Right." He, of course, had no trouble at all getting past the 'you must be this tall' sign and had pretty much breezed right past it. "Fun. Sure it will." He wasn't exactly afraid of heights, it was the getting up there part that bothered him. As the ride began moving, he casually commented, "you've seen those television shows, right? The ones where they focus on carnivals where the ride's aren't sturdy and everyone on board goes crashing to the ground?" And there was no way he was using 'the finger' here. No way at all. Especially not with a crowd of people.

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