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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
2009-05-14 07:40 pm UTC (link)

For a place that had such great food and entertainment, the people who worked and served them certainly were strange. One minute it seemed like they had a face, but the next... Well, Ned wasn't fond of not being able to remember who he'd just looked at. It seemed like something most people would want, to remember who they were talking to.

He shook the thought off, however, as he grinned sideways at Olive. "I don't think bubblegum counts as a fruit," he told her, then peered back into the case. If he were going to be truly impulsive, he'd get something exotic and strange, like coconut or mango. But it was Ned, after all, and he could only handle so much new in one day. "Strawberry," he finally chose, pointing at his choice in case the faceless being spoke some other language. Which was doubtful, but he didn't want to press his luck, either.

Accepting the treat, he took a tentative nibble at the edge of the cone, making sure there was a fair bit of ice cream as well. "Not bad," he admitted, proud of himself for the tiny crack in his otherwise no-nonsense nature. "Not bad at all, I have to say. What next, do you think?" After all, if he was already out there, may as well make an attempt to enjoy himself.

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