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[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

Without quite knowing how, or why, Olive has managed to find the bar again. She sits in a booth by the door--

(No, for your information she hasn't been watching the door whenever she comes here, ever since Chuck said "Ned's around, some days." 

Or maybe she has. Whatever.)


-- Anyway, see the lonely heroine, yonder: sitting. sighing. Drinking a glass of lemonade, and looking generally desolate.

Say hi.



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[g00d_d0ggie]

Enter one giant robot, stage left.

Bwoop eep? says D0G, peering inquisitively at the young woman and her beverage.

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

Olive doesn't notice at first, as she's beginning to imagine a scene in which Ned steps through the doorway and sweeps her off her feet.

Well? Weirder things have happened in Milliways.

[g00d_d0ggie]

She might notice when D0G reaches out one massive finger to tap the glass of lemonade.

D0G's sense of personal space is not always what it should be.

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

Olive jumps, shattering the scene (and the glass).

Dripping with lemonade, she looks up.

And up.

[g00d_d0ggie]

!!!

For a nine-foot-tall droid with no real facial features to speak of, D0G does an impressive job of looking very small and contrite.

woop?

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

It... doesn't impress Olive.

On the other hand, Olive's attempt at being a small, scared human is quite good.

[g00d_d0ggie]

Mwoooooo... D0G looks down at the fragments of the lemonade glass. They're too small and fiddly for him to pick up with his fingers, but...

hmmmmmmmm goes the zero-point energy gun built into his forearm, and the glass shards are sucked up off the ground to levitate in front of his hand. He drops them, carefully, on the table and looks hopefully at Olive.

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

Olive stares down at the fragments of glass.

"Thanks," she says, cautiously.

[g00d_d0ggie]

Woop! D0G nods and gives her a thumbs-up.

[reallyaduck]

There's a small yellow duck poking in the space between the heel of Olive's shoe and the sole.

- to be fair, she's quite low to the ground, and also pretty tired, so it's possible the fact that this is someone's shoe hasn't quite sunk in yet.

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

Olive feels slight pressure on her foot, but it doesn't really register.

Still, her subconscious mind directs her to shift her leg. Olive proceeds to do so.

[reallyaduck]

"- quack!"

Aaaand Duck registers that she has actually been bumping into a person. Uh. Oops?

"Quack quack," she says apologetically, scuttling sheepishly backwards.

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

"Quack?" says Olive, startled, doing a rather poor impression of a duck.

[reallyaduck]

"Quack?"

Duck peers up at her, suddenly hopeful. Does she possibly speak duck? That might make communication easier!

Can you understand me? she asks hopefully, which of course comes out as "Quack quack quack quack?"

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

After squinting for a while at the little duck (Olive's never one to give up-- you never know when you're going to turn into Dr. Doolittle overnight), she sighs.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're saying."

[reallyaduck]

Duck sighs too, her shoulders sulmping.

"Quack, quack" she says, wistfully, and spreads out her wings in an avian approximation of a shrug. It's okay . . . no one else can either . . .

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

Somehow, she can see an expression of sorrow on the duck's face.

(She didn't know this was, in fact, possible to detect. Well. You learn something new every day.)

She leans down. "Were you sleeping in my shoe?"

[piesordeath.livejournal.com]

"Hi."

He might have noticed Olive a little while ago, but hadn't had the courage to greet her.

(Until now.)

After all, Milliways is a pretty big deal.

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

Olive jumps, spilling her lemonade everywhere. (Again.)

"Hiya, Ned!"

[piesordeath.livejournal.com]

He winces.

Spills are terrible, horrible things.

Especially when spills start to land on the floor.

But he musters a smile.

"Chuck told me you'd found this place."

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

She starts grabbing napkins to soak up the lemonade, so she doesn't have to look him in the face.

"Yeah, uh, found it a little while ago."

[piesordeath.livejournal.com]

"How do you ... like it?"

He reaches over, practically looming over Olive, to grab a couple of napkins himself.

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

"Uh..." She laughs, slightly more shrill than normal, as she tries to stop the remaining lemonade from going over the edge.

"It's been an interesting experience."

[piesordeath.livejournal.com]

"Interesting is one way of putting it," Ned says.

He leans forward slightly to help soak up some of the lemonade.

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

"Oh, uh."

She tries not to inhale his scent too obviously.

"How would you put it?"