001 - Rhubarb
Mar. 9th, 2013 12:40 pm[Young Ned was eight years, one hundred and twelve days, ten hours, and twenty-three minutes old when he took a ride on his first boat. It was, he recalled, little bigger than a ferry, and had been a part of a seaside vacation with his mother. The waves had rocked the little boat, the ride was lonely and boring, and his beloved dog, Digby, wasn't there to play with him. Young Ned hadn't liked it. He liked it even less thirty-three minutes later when he promptly vomited over the starboard bow.
It is now fifty-eight minutes and twenty seconds since the Piemaker arrived on the Barge via the mysterious and altogether rather upsetting administrations of the ship's administrator, the Admiral. He was having...difficulty adjusting to the change. And while this boat was significantly larger and more stable than the tiny boat that had rocked so violently all those years ago, he discovered to his unhappiness that the waves, too, had increased in size and threat.]
I think I'm going to vomit.
Which is not to say I'm seasick. I'm not. The boat is stable. Surprisingly. I'm sick because I'm slow to adjusting to change and this is a...big, big change and a new beginning and I do not...I'm not a fan of new beginnings.
Ah.
Hello. My name is Ned. It's um. I would say it's nice to be here but I've just had two different people...sing at me very loudly and that's. Upsetting. And not at all nice.
I will try to make things nicer while I'm here.
It is now fifty-eight minutes and twenty seconds since the Piemaker arrived on the Barge via the mysterious and altogether rather upsetting administrations of the ship's administrator, the Admiral. He was having...difficulty adjusting to the change. And while this boat was significantly larger and more stable than the tiny boat that had rocked so violently all those years ago, he discovered to his unhappiness that the waves, too, had increased in size and threat.]
I think I'm going to vomit.
Which is not to say I'm seasick. I'm not. The boat is stable. Surprisingly. I'm sick because I'm slow to adjusting to change and this is a...big, big change and a new beginning and I do not...I'm not a fan of new beginnings.
Ah.
Hello. My name is Ned. It's um. I would say it's nice to be here but I've just had two different people...sing at me very loudly and that's. Upsetting. And not at all nice.
I will try to make things nicer while I'm here.
oh gosh it's ned
Date: 2013-03-11 07:01 pm (UTC):D Hi Lua!
Date: 2013-03-11 09:43 pm (UTC)Hello.
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Date: 2013-03-12 04:25 am (UTC)Ned, right? It's Lua.
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Date: 2013-03-12 04:35 am (UTC)Lua. Okay. Lua.
....Lua the person who owns a key to the kitchen Lua?
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Date: 2013-03-12 04:46 am (UTC)And sometimes, things happen you don't expect.
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Date: 2013-03-12 04:50 am (UTC)...What I mean is yes. Yes I would love to volunteer, if you take volunteers who show up out of nowhere looking to get their hands on an oven.
Of course things happen when we don't expect it. That's the unfortunate reality of not living life with psychic powers or a time machine or both. Does it have to be terrifying along with unexpected?
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Date: 2013-03-12 04:57 am (UTC)...and you gotta stay calm here. It doesn't have to be scary, but it ends up that way sometimes. You get used to it, promise.
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Date: 2013-03-12 05:31 am (UTC)I am calm. I'm perfectly...calm. So wonderfully calm that I'm the picture of calmness. I.
...I think I would be much, much calmer if I were baking right now.
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Date: 2013-03-12 08:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2013-03-13 02:31 am (UTC)Thank you for letting me in.
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Date: 2013-03-13 02:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2013-03-13 02:45 am (UTC)Really.
Thank you.