[he's been dropping onto the Plane at random points in time over the last week. Richter never stayed long, only enough to go through various areas - the library, the kitchen and, on occasion, the forest - before returning to his prison. As the days pass, his demeanor grows steadily more distressed.

It can't be.

As the half-elf's distress grows, his pace seems to pick up as well... It wasn't much longer before he caved to the pressure. Reaching out to the nearest passerby, Richter asks;]

Have you seen a young man pass through? Blond, green eyes.... He should be wearing a lab coat.

[and while Richter keeps his voice steady, there's a noticeable tension in his posture. As if he was trying to brace himself for whatever news he would receive (if any at all)]

[Oliver is in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches of chocolate frosting on a round white cake. he also seems to have put quite a bit of frosting on his face, hands, and shirt--as well as some flour and other ingredients. cooking is not his strongest point. but he licks his finger and, after a second's consideration, seems satisfied] There we go! All done. Now for the note...

[he reaches into his pocket, withdrawing a piece of paper that is now also smeared with frosting. he frowns a little when he realises what he's done, absently wiping a chocolatey hand on his jeans. he then wipes at the chocolate on the note, but he quickly gives up that effort] Oh well. You can still read it, anyway... [he carefully folds the paper--spreading more chocolate as he does so--into a tent, which he sets up in front of the cake on the kitchen table. the note reads: "Free cake! Have some! -Oliver."

[once he has it sitting neatly, he takes a few steps back to survey his handiwork. he nods, apparently pleased] Okay, there's that. What else...? I should set out some plates, and napkins... Oh, forks! Maybe glasses, too. You've gotta have milk with cake... [he takes his frosting knife over to the sink and rinses it, and then he starts to rummage through cabinets. for the moment, he's focused on his task--but, unlike his recent desperate work in the library, this time he looks incredibly cheerful. he's even humming off-key snatches of music as he searches for utensils. on this occasion, he'll be glad to be interrupted. after all, he has cake to share!]

[ooc: Oliver, travelling with Ten, is sharing the canon update and has now experienced The Idiot's Latern--their version of it, at least. Also, the cake is not fantastic but it's decent cake, at least! Oliver hopes that everyone will enjoy it.]