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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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bakersman
2009-03-16 07:39 pm UTC (link)

Oh, God. She saw them, too? Ned wasn't completely insane. Well, maybe he was, but if that was the case, then she was, too. Or maybe he was dreaming it all. He'd had stranger dreams than this, but they'd never felt so real.

Nor had he ever been able to smell smoked turkey legs.

"I... Yeah, sorry, I think I'm hallucinating. Gas fumes finally getting to me or something, I don't know. Sorry, but... Look, I appreciate it but..."

He would've turned to go, had he not almost tripped over a small person carrying a plate of food. Only... "That's not human. Is it?" Ned finally choked out, blinking his surprise. The thing turned and snapped at him in such broken English that, in his confused state, he didn't even try to translate. "I... But... How?" He knew he had to sound like an idiot, but how was any of this supposed to make sense?

	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)