[Oliver is very slowly getting through a pint of something blue as he sits at the bar, looking pensive. at the moment, he's holding the glass and sloshing it a bit, watching as the liquid slides around. he mutters to himself:] But what could've happened for all of them to be so....weird? It doesn't make any sense! [he sighs, taking another drink. currently, he's so focused on his own thoughts that he's unlikely to even notice someone joining him--which might be happening right now]

[ooc: Unbeknownst to Oliver, his flatmates have been replaced by Zygons as part of an invasion the Doctor is trying to handle. Anyone up for helping him work this out--or at least helping him through his sulking?]