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Tweak says, "Half-arsed is the only way!"

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
2009-04-23 02:49 am UTC (link)

It was something all right, but Ned wasn't sure great was the word he would choose. Nice, maybe. High, definitely. Still, it really was interesting to see the city they were living in from so high up. He could see what was likely the very edges of the city they couldn't escape, and he wasn't entirely sure he liked that. But it was curious to see the labyrinth thing from a bird's eye view.

"Well, he did say the maze thingie was dangerous, so he could probably get you killed in there. Who's to say you couldn't get killed on some amusement park ride?" Ned had a reputation for being a giant killjoy for a reason. It wasn't even intentional, most of the time. Just very, very logical.

But a moment later he was distracted by something. And he couldn't put his, pardon the pun, finger on what, exactly. He bit his lower lip and first glanced around from the top of the ride. A moment later, he realized it wasn't something off of the ride, it was something in it. Or rather, someone. She was clutching his arm with those tiny little hands of hers. Blushing a little, Ned had to glance away. He wasn't aware of how nice a warm touch could feel, particularly from her, until right that moment. "I, uh..." He coughed, glancing at her. "I just wanted to say... You know, if we have to be stuck here in this apparently never ending dream and all... Well, you know, it's been nice not having to be alone for it." It was as close to emotional as Ned was willing to get, especially on a creaky amusement park ride likely to crash down on him at any moment.

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