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Ned (bakersman) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-03-15 16:33:00

Entry tags:

arrival, complete, day three, ned the piemaker, sarah williams

Who: Ned, and Sarah Williams
When: The morning of Day 3
What: The arrival of the Piemaker
Where: In the dead center of the City
Rating: TBA, depends on who answers!
Status: Complete

Ned was not having his best day ever.

He couldn't concentrate, not even on pies, and for him, that was saying something. Baking had always been a way to relieve stress, and when it no longer worked, he was in a bad state. Emerson was investigating the Über-Life Life Insurance case, and Olive was flitting around, rambling to a point that Ned knew she knew something but wouldn't say what. And there was still no sign of Chuck.

Though he knew he'd had to tell her, and he knew it was going to hurt, he wished it hadn't had to be quite like this. And that she wouldn't have reacted as she had. Ned dealt with rejection as well as anyone else might; he'd been dealing with it most of his life and was learning to come to terms. But not even being able to find her made it ten times harder than he would've expected.

So he was holed away, no pun intended, in the kitchen, staring into a bowl as if willing the ingredients to mix themselves together. A noise next to him was the only thing that made him look up, and when he did, he caught himself falling.

Falling? Who fell in the middle of a pie shop?

The next sensation he felt was warmth. It was still chilly, but Ned knew instinctively he was outside, and yet not in the snow. It was bright out, too. Nice. But not home. No, he was most definitely somewhere else. It wasn't some hole in the middle of The Pie Shop's floor he'd fallen into, that was for sure. There was music playing, somewhere near him, and when his eyes focused more clearly, he caught sight of waltzing. Waltzing? Who waltzed anymore? Well, he'd like to, but that was hardly the point. There was the clang of metal on metal, and he peered closer to find people fencing. In strange, peculiar clothing. And... He knew he was crazy when he glanced over his shoulder and caught sight of people on horseback charging towards each other with spears in hand.

Spears? Jousting? In the words of one Emerson Cod, Ned didn't even try to hold his tongue. "Oh, hell no."

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williams_sarah
2009-03-25 01:27 pm UTC (link)

Sarah lead Ned all the way back to the dorms, it wasn't a long walk and along the way she mentioned a few other points about the Ren Faire and what was in what direction. Just in case Ned wanted to explore on his own and not get lost.

When they arrived she pointed him in the right direction of the F Dorm, and reminded him that his room number was on the Key. She smiled and waved as she turned to leave.

"If you need anything, I'm in room 239 in the A dorm." She figured Ned might have more questions and she'd be opening the answering the ones she could later.

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	bakersman 2009-03-25 02:08 pm UTC (link)
	As weird as the whole thing was, at least he'd gotten to meet someone nice out of it. It could've been worse. If he was going to have weird dreams about being kidnapped by goblins, at least the woman in them was pretty and helpful. "Thanks, Sarah," he called after her, before entering his dorm, otherwise known as prison cell. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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