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I know a lot of people are unfamiliar with Olive's canon, so here are links to websites where you can stream Pushing Daisies legally online.

The entire first season of Pushing Daisies is available on the WB's website here.

Season 2:
2x01 - Bzzzzz!
2x02 - Circus Circus
2x03 - Bad Habits (this is one of my favorite Olive episodes!)
2x04 - Frescorts
2x05 - Dim Sum Lose Some
2x06 - Oh, Oh, Oh ... It's Magic
2x07 - Robbing Hood
2x08 - Comfort Food (one of my favorite episodes overall - watch for Olive singing "Eternal Flame" at the end!)
2x09 - The Legend of Merle McQuoddy
2x10 - The Norwegians

[She's in Dastan's room, swaddled up in his bedclothes, and as she pulls them tighter, her device accidentally switches on. Her voice is thick with tears, punctuated by gasping sobs.]

....is time, he'll stay
Maybe this time
For the first time
Love won't hurry away

He will hold me fast
I'll be home at last
Not a loser anymore
Like the last time
And the time before

Everybody loves a winner
So nobody loved me;
'Lady Peaceful,' 'Lady Happy,'
That's what I long to be
All the odds are in my favor
Something's bound to begin
It's got to happen, happen sometime
Maybe this time I'll ...

[She buries her face in the blankets and sobs.]

[ooc: you can hear Kristin Chenoweth singing this here!]

[For a moment, there's only silence, followed by short, gasping, frightened breaths. A low growl from somewhere in the distance prompts a small shriek and then flesh on flesh to keep her voice muffled.

Olive presses tighter into the wall, eyes darting from side to side, keeping an eye out for anything strange. She's exhausted - the nightmares about Dastan, Ned, Tonks, everyone dear to her abandoning her have kept her up at night. That, and the scrabbling of hands she can hear beneath her bed.

There's something wet and sticky on the wall.]

Ew.

[She's off her game. That's why the hands coming out of the wall and grabbing her, pulling her into the wall catch her off guard. She screams.]

Let go of me! Let go, you stupid - LET ME GO! HELP! HELP!

KRISTIN CHENOWETH WON AN EMMY LAST NIGHT!

WHAT? YOU NEED ME TO REPEAT THAT?

( sparkles and youtube video beneath the cut to save your computers )

Is it weird that I feel really proud about this too? Like I helped?

So ... there's a kid here, right? We're not supposed to be taking care of him, are we? I nearly ran my heels into flats last time I had to herd a bunch of kids around. At least this time there are more grown-ups around, I guess!

[Private to Dastan // so hackable]

If you don't have any plans tonight, would you like to watch a movie or two in the lounge with me? I can show you that Disney kingdom I was telling you about.

[Olive stands at the top of the stairs, wearing a pink, tight-fitting leotard that's cut down to nearly her navel, matching thigh-high high-heeled boots, a ridiculous mask, and elbow-length gloves.]

Ahahaha! Ahahaha! AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!

[Of course, this sounds the exact opposite of intimidating or threatening, but shut up, she's trying.]

I'm going to find you, you silly little heroes - and then it'll be curtains for you! Literally! Aahahahahahaha!

[And this time, her evil laugh goes up the scale - and you can hear glass breaking behind her.]

Oh, crap! Sorry! I mean - ahahaha! Wicked Songbird OUT!

[Apparently the idea of being married to Tonks is highly, highly entertaining to Olive. She's laughing so hard she can hardly speak, and her voice is gasping and breathy when she does manage to get enough air.]

Toooonks~ Are we Mrs. and Mrs. Tonks-Snook or Mrs. and Mrs. Snook-Tonks?

[Another break for laughter.]

We should go to Disneyworld for our honeymoon! We can ride the teacups as much as you'd like!

[She dissolves into laughter again, and now the occasional "ow" can be heard as the ring starts shocking her.]

~o/We're having a heat wave,
A tropical heat wave,
The temperature's rising,
It isn't surprising,
She certainly can ...

[Long pause.]

What is it with this place? Last week it was hailing, now it's too hot, and ugh! I try not to hate things, because hate is a strong word, but I might actually hate this place.

...oh, screw it, I'm going to stand in front of the refrigerator again.

[Olive's voice is bright, but her teeth are chattering so badly some of her words disappear.]

Wow, snow inside again, huh? It was [indecipherable] at Christmas but it's a little weird now! And it was so nice last week! I guess it's one of those [indecipherable] - if you don't like the weather, go inside for five minutes!

Hey, uh, this might sound a little weird, but would anyone like to cuddle? I've stolen most of the blankets from 212 but I could always use extra heat! And so could some of you, I bet! Hope to see you soon!

[Olive is sitting in the room marked for chorus, and is accompanying herself on the piano for her warm-ups.]

Mommy made me mash my M&Ms, oh my~
Mommy made me mash my M&ms, oh my~

[And continues in that vein. On top of the piano are some Broadway show piano/vocal scores she found in the library, so hopefully a pianist will show up too, because what we're seeing here is the extent of her piano-playing skills. Otherwise, well ... a capella isn't that bad, right?]

So ... about the other night. I, uh, don't actually remember much of it. Tonks, Ziva, I remember talking to you guys; I remember cuddling with someone, and for some reason I seem to recall a rabbit?

But, uh, if you were in the lounge Sunday night and I cried at you, or hit on you, or did something equally stupid, thank you for putting up with me, and I'm sorry. I'm okay now.

[Private to Grif and Church]
I'm glad you guys are happy.

[Following Church's revelation, Olive knew there was really only one thing she could do. So now, she sits alone in the lounge, lights off, the only illumination from the television, currently playing Breakfast at Tiffany's. A half-empty bottle of vodka sits next to her, and every so often, she takes a sip from it. Tears silently track down her face, and visions of Church and Grif - kissing, hugging, holding hands, all the things that she wants to do but is always, always denied - dance through her head. Angrily, she takes another swig of her drink, trying to shut down her brain.]

( d&d? )

Soul: I guess that's what happens when you're a weapon. Pointy.
Maggie: Hey!!!!
Alkaid: Hey now, I know you think this is some are-pee-gee or whatever, but that's not cool!
Remus: At least your boyfriend can turn into a dog and find you!
Rude: ...sucks to be you.
Aerith: !!!!!