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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
2009-03-16 12:35 am UTC (link)

Day number three had arrived and Sarah still wasn't any closer to a decision on what exactly to do than she had been when she first learned she had returned to Jareth's Labyrinth. Her mind was a mess, her thoughts swayed between heading off without a second thought to find an entrance to the Labyrinth and a way home, or staying behind and trying to help everyone else who got sucked into this place with her.

The envelope that she had found on her door this morning had been crinkled and open enough times that the parchment was beginning to be almost illegible in some areas. Jareth would throw a party to celebrate the kidnapping of a handful of people. The thought of which made Sarah huff out loud anger, "Who does he think he is?"

The sounds of swords clashing had grown louder, and despite the screams of many amused Goblins, Sarah kept on walking until she managed to near the jousting field and stopped to watch the show. It was a distraction at best, but Sarah had few options to think over, and she needed to make a decision soon.

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bakersman
2009-03-16 12:56 pm UTC (link)

Ned looked around desperately, trying to figure out where he could be. It wasn't home, that was for sure. The question wasn't even as much where was he as much as, how had he gotten there? Sure, strange things happened around him more often than some, but this was completely new.

Finding the first unintimidating person he could (and there were many who looked much more intimidating than she did), he walked up, shifting from foot to foot. She didn't seem to have noticed his arrival, which he found nearly impossible to believe. People didn't just drop out of the sky every day, did they?

Finally, Ned had to cave. Clearing his throat, he made his presence known. "Um. Hi. Right, so um... Look, this is going to sound like an incredibly stupid question, I know, bear with me. Where...where exactly are we?" 'Where am I' might've made more sense, but that sounded like an amnesiac on the television versus a person in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or the wrong place at the right time, who knew?

	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)