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Tweak says, "carlson is my 80's teen dream"

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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ittybitty
2009-04-22 07:03 pm UTC (link)

If she seemed a little closer than she had been when he first slid onto the bench, he could attribute it to his imagination, or to the fact that given half a chance Olive would take every opportunity to get closer to Ned. When she first met Ned, she knew that there was something off about him. Not only did he not touch his dog (which he later attributed to allergies) but he didn't touch other people either. When she hugged him, he didn't do the thing normal people did and hug back even if you weren't all that happy to be hugging the person in the first place. He stood there stiff as a board until she let go. It was very strange, but Olive had hopes that if she hugged him enough maybe he would end up acting like a normal person at some point.

The lap bar came down on their laps as the ride began to move. She scrunched her nose as Ned began to speak of unsturdy rides and people crashing to their deaths. "Ned, this is a dream. And as such we are not going to fall to our deaths. And even if we do, we'll wake up alive. And if it isn't a dream and we really have been brought to this strange city to live and that Jareth guy really is our king, then why would he enact some law about not killing just so he could kill us on a ride?" She tilted her gaze up at him as they crested the top of the ferris wheel. As they were currently the only ones on the ride, the attendant slowed it down and let them have a good look around the city.

It was an incredible view. Olive could see little people scurrying through the maze of the labyrinth, other little people moving around on the ground below them, hovering around concession stands or waiting for rides, or wandering aimlessly. Olive felt like she was on top of the world, and she kind of was. She clutched at Ned's arm, turning a gleeful expression up at him. "Isn't this great?!" Her squeaky little girl's voice was even more so in her excitement.

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