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Who: Olive and OTA
What: Getting to know Aternaville
When: Mid-Afternoon
Where: Starting in front of the Five Seasons
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13? Olive has a tendency to say 'bitch'
To anyone else, standing in front of a hotel with a pig would look strange. To Olive Snook, it was normal. At this very moment, the aformentioned Olive Snook, former Pie Hole waitress was doing just that. It had been cold in Coeur d'Coeurs, but little Olive couldn't remember it being this cold. She pulled her big fluffy coat tighter around herself and checked to make sure that the snow boots she'd made for Pigby were still on the pig's feet. Satisfied that they would withstand a little walking, Olive urged the pig into a walk.
She was determined to get to know this place. Following Ned had turned up the fact that he'd purchased a new shop and the apartment above it. They were definitely staying, then. And if she was meant to live here, she wanted to know everything she could about the place. Her blond bob bounced slightly as she shuffled along on the sidewalk. She was pretty sure Ned still had no idea that she was here, although she was positive Digby had seen them.
Olive had no clue why Ned had run off and left Chuck and the Pie Hole behind. Truth be told, she didn't really care. Ned had left Chuck. That was all that mattered. All of this meant that maybe now Olive had a shot with him. No Chuck Charles to interfere. Olive couldn't have been more happy. Okay, maybe if she weren't so blasted cold. Rubbing her gloved hands together she blew into them and sighed, glancing down at the snuffling pig. "I don't know if there are truffles here, girl, but if there are, I'm sure you'll find them." She patted the big pink animal on her rump, glanced back up, and screamed.
What: Getting to know Aternaville
When: Mid-Afternoon
Where: Starting in front of the Five Seasons
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13? Olive has a tendency to say 'bitch'
To anyone else, standing in front of a hotel with a pig would look strange. To Olive Snook, it was normal. At this very moment, the aformentioned Olive Snook, former Pie Hole waitress was doing just that. It had been cold in Coeur d'Coeurs, but little Olive couldn't remember it being this cold. She pulled her big fluffy coat tighter around herself and checked to make sure that the snow boots she'd made for Pigby were still on the pig's feet. Satisfied that they would withstand a little walking, Olive urged the pig into a walk.
She was determined to get to know this place. Following Ned had turned up the fact that he'd purchased a new shop and the apartment above it. They were definitely staying, then. And if she was meant to live here, she wanted to know everything she could about the place. Her blond bob bounced slightly as she shuffled along on the sidewalk. She was pretty sure Ned still had no idea that she was here, although she was positive Digby had seen them.
Olive had no clue why Ned had run off and left Chuck and the Pie Hole behind. Truth be told, she didn't really care. Ned had left Chuck. That was all that mattered. All of this meant that maybe now Olive had a shot with him. No Chuck Charles to interfere. Olive couldn't have been more happy. Okay, maybe if she weren't so blasted cold. Rubbing her gloved hands together she blew into them and sighed, glancing down at the snuffling pig. "I don't know if there are truffles here, girl, but if there are, I'm sure you'll find them." She patted the big pink animal on her rump, glanced back up, and screamed.