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[Oliver is sitting by a tree in a clearing in the forest. he's holding a black datapad in his hands--one that he didn't have with him when he was trapped on the Plane by his experiment. if anyone looks over his shoulder, they'll find that he's scrolling through photos of a young woman with wavy, longish blond hair and bright brown eyes. they're the photos that he took just after his original arrival on the Plane, when he got to spend what he assumes must have been a fake day with Chloe and his family as a wish granted by a star. his expression is one of pain and longing as he stares at a picture in which the young woman is looking straight at the camera--or perhaps at the cameraman--with a laughing smile]
[he closes his eyes, saying softly:] I have to go back. Maybe...maybe there's still a chance...
[ooc: Oliver's experiment is over, and his memories of his actual life have been returned! Unfortunately, while he knows that the other life was fake, he can still remember what it was like. Care to interrupt his internal debate?]
[he closes his eyes, saying softly:] I have to go back. Maybe...maybe there's still a chance...
[ooc: Oliver's experiment is over, and his memories of his actual life have been returned! Unfortunately, while he knows that the other life was fake, he can still remember what it was like. Care to interrupt his internal debate?]
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