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Tweak says, "Crucio! "

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
2009-05-29 02:15 pm UTC (link)

He might not have noticed her little gesture had he not been glancing in her direction at the moment. And when he did, he flushed again, though this time he could at least smile. Olive ought to have been used to catching him in bashful moments by that time. Not quite the way Chuck was, but close enough to it. "And just what're you making faces for?" he attempted to tease, trying to recover from his incredibly flustered moment.

Ned popped the tip of his own cone into his mouth, still quite proud of himself for doing ice cream as breakfast. If he could do that, surely he could knock down some milk bottles with a baseball. Or a... "What is that thing, a coconut?" he blurted as the mostly-faceless being handed him the projectile. Lovely. He was supposed to be knocking down bottles and his mind had wandered off to a pie using fresh coconut and maybe berries, too. Something tropical.

"Duck," he warned her, though his voice was mostly teasing. Mostly. Ned never had good aim, not even on a good day. And he was so baffled and flustered that it was likely not a very good day at all. But he tossed the ball...looking thing with as careful precision as he could manage. And promptly missed. Completely. "Told you."

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ittybitty
2009-06-02 09:23 am UTC (link)

"No faces being made here." She grinned again and rocked on her heels. She was used to seeing him in bashful situations, but he had been starting to come around, and be more confident before they left their world. Well, at least the time she came from. She supposed she could attribute that change to Chuck although she did it regretfully. She didn't like giving Chuck credit for anything.

She watched as Ned was handed the coconut and she almost snorted when she saw the faraway look in his eye as he stared at it. He was thinking of how he could make a pie out of it! He was hopeless. She shook her head lightly and made to duck when he ordered her to, but she was so much shorter than him it probably wouldn't have made much of a difference.

She shrugged. "Try again, it isn't as if you have to pay to play the game." She handed him another coconut and leaned against the side of the booth, watching. "Practice makes perfect, right?" Olive was only a little more athletic than Ned, if one could count jockeying, that is. More than likely her aim was no better than his and at this point, she was not going to show him up. It had been an exercise just getting him here in the first place.

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