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[The Pie Maker enters the plane, looking unconcerned and slightly authoritative, pushing the door open firmly and striding through it in the very way he's completely not used to doing, so it looks kind of weird, actually.] ... If she did kill him, don't you think she'd be a bit more discreet about it? I mean, if I went and killed someone with a pick axe, which I've never done, just for the record? I don't think I'd joke about it to other people. It hits too close to the spot and even if I was trying to be misleading by unknowingly make a joke that hit too close to that spot, that spot would grow and just get bigger and I wouldn't be comfortable with that and I'd get all sore and bruised from hitting it too much.

[He pauses, realising something.] Where'd the bell on the door go? [He looks around and is appalled.] Where'd the Pie Hole go? [Waits, but doesn't get any snarkiness from behind him.] ... Emerson? [He turns around, somewhat panicked.] Chuck!?

Comments

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Hallo.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Are you all right, sir? [She has her wings out again]

[thepiemaker-ned.livejournal.com]

[Ned stands for a bit, staring. He's used to dead bodies, but cats talking? Not so much.] Uh... hi?

[thepiemaker-ned.livejournal.com]

Erm... [Uh... wings? Does not compute.] No. I... don't think I am.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Oh! Is this your first time here?

[thepiemaker-ned.livejournal.com]

I... [One eye scrunches up in uncertainty.] guess?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

This is the Astral Plane. Don't worry, you're not dead or anything.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

I'm Cy.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[AMMY SMELLS PIE.]

Ah! Hello~ Are you new here, young one?

[thepiemaker-ned.livejournal.com]

I'm... Ned.

[thepiemaker-ned.livejournal.com]

Uhm... Thank you?

... How did I get here?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

The Twins must have picked you.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

I like pie.

[thepiemaker-ned.livejournal.com]

[Ned has no pie to give to the... the... Why're there so many talking animals around here?]

You could say that.

[thepiemaker-ned.livejournal.com]

[This is getting really awkward for Ned, who shifts around on his two feet looking uncomfortable.]

I... make pie...

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

I know! [Rubs cheerfully around his ankles] You're the Piemaker.

[thepiemaker-ned.livejournal.com]

Picked me? For what?

[thedeltaqueen.livejournal.com]

...pie hole?

[thepiemaker-ned.livejournal.com]

[The Pie Mak--wait, what?] How did you know that?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

For the experiment!

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

I'm special?

[thepiemaker-ned.livejournal.com]

[Sigh.]

As in 'shut your', as Olive says. It's my shop. Where I sell my pies.

[thedeltaqueen.livejournal.com]

[Decidedly interested kitty.] You sell pies, huh? Don't suppose you've got any going spare, do you?

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.......................

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... Experiment?