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realityshifted2008-12-30 07:41 pm
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[II] between two stools lieth the fall;
[The Pie Maker, also known as Ned, is on the Plane, having appeared after a long period of absence from the world that was unlike his and full of oddities even he, the one who touched dead things and brought back to life, was not yet entirely used to.
He is baking. Stress baking, to be exact. After the discovery that Aunt Vivian had fallen under the amorous wiles of the possibly nefarious someone by the name of Dwight Dixon, the same man who had come calling after the father Ned had once been rejected by and the same man who had seen the girl who was not dead, the girl who was Lonely Tourist Charlotte "Chuck" Charles, the former and ex-former beloved niece to Aunt Vivian, who had fallen under the amorous wiles of the possibly nefarious Dwight--... The young Pie Maker shook his head to prevent himself from returning to that oft-familiar loop he had been circling for most of the night and possibly longer, staring at his ceiling thinking of the millions of things that could and would go wrong. Unable to sleep, Ned had instead been spending the darkened hours of the witching hour in his shop's kitchen, ripening fruit and mixening that fruit with sugar and other ingredients.
He had felt urged to action. But with no real action to be urged, nudged, or even prodded, he had been reduced to what he did and connected with best. Making pies. And upon the realisation that he had no longer room for any more pies on his counter, he had done what the vertebrae belonging to the family Anatidae outside of the Pie Hole had done and migrated in search of a more suitable environment, preferably with an oven and more space.
This would not be south, but instead the Astral Kitchen, where the lack of the usual rotten fruit left him cooking with ones that were fresh already, with no need for the brush return to life. The lack of fabric over his hands as was usually required took a moment's getting used to, but in the scheme of life, the universe, and pie making, it did not change anything. The Pie Maker bakes and as such, pies are made.
With the slide of one blueberry pie out of the oven, Ned returns to the careful slicing of strawberries, fervent, agitated, and nervous.]
He is baking. Stress baking, to be exact. After the discovery that Aunt Vivian had fallen under the amorous wiles of the possibly nefarious someone by the name of Dwight Dixon, the same man who had come calling after the father Ned had once been rejected by and the same man who had seen the girl who was not dead, the girl who was Lonely Tourist Charlotte "Chuck" Charles, the former and ex-former beloved niece to Aunt Vivian, who had fallen under the amorous wiles of the possibly nefarious Dwight--... The young Pie Maker shook his head to prevent himself from returning to that oft-familiar loop he had been circling for most of the night and possibly longer, staring at his ceiling thinking of the millions of things that could and would go wrong. Unable to sleep, Ned had instead been spending the darkened hours of the witching hour in his shop's kitchen, ripening fruit and mixening that fruit with sugar and other ingredients.
He had felt urged to action. But with no real action to be urged, nudged, or even prodded, he had been reduced to what he did and connected with best. Making pies. And upon the realisation that he had no longer room for any more pies on his counter, he had done what the vertebrae belonging to the family Anatidae outside of the Pie Hole had done and migrated in search of a more suitable environment, preferably with an oven and more space.
This would not be south, but instead the Astral Kitchen, where the lack of the usual rotten fruit left him cooking with ones that were fresh already, with no need for the brush return to life. The lack of fabric over his hands as was usually required took a moment's getting used to, but in the scheme of life, the universe, and pie making, it did not change anything. The Pie Maker bakes and as such, pies are made.
With the slide of one blueberry pie out of the oven, Ned returns to the careful slicing of strawberries, fervent, agitated, and nervous.]