Oliver Day (
oliverplus) wrote in
realityshifted2010-01-16 09:24 pm
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[002]
[Oliver is sitting out in the open on the Plane, near the collection of stars where he and Tamaki made snowmen. he has a small black datapad, similar in appearance to the iPod touch from just after his home era, in his hand. it is displaying a photo of a young woman, with wavy, longish blond hair and bright brown eyes. she is smiling and laughing, blushing faintly in embarrassment, with one hand just coming up to block her face from the camera.]
[Oliver smiles sadly at the picture for a few moments. then he swallows hard, reaching out to run a hand along the screen as though to touch the woman in the photo. the datapad responds by scrolling to the next picture, which is of the same woman, except she's turned her head and her hair is falling across her face now. she has her hands up to block even more of her face, but she's still laughing. Oliver scrolls through a few more photos of the same girl, the last of which is of the two of them, each with an arm around the other. it is taken at an awkward angle, and the Oliver in the photo clearly has his arm out, showing that he was holding the datapad to take the photo himself. the Oliver in the photo is also wearing the same clothing that he's wearing now--a green T-shirt with a logo for the "Desert Sand Brigade" and trousers that look like oddly-smooth jeans, betraying their futuristic, 27th century origins. they contrast with the girl's clothing--a purple, V-neck blouse over a white undershirt and jean trousers from the 21st century.]
[Oliver sighs, finally shifting his gaze from the datapad to a nearby clump of stars. his expression turns thoughtful, and he reaches out with his free hand to grab one of the stars, but it turns to dust in his hand. he speaks softly then, maybe just to himself or maybe half to the stars and whoever created them] Only once, huh? But...was it even real?
[Oliver smiles sadly at the picture for a few moments. then he swallows hard, reaching out to run a hand along the screen as though to touch the woman in the photo. the datapad responds by scrolling to the next picture, which is of the same woman, except she's turned her head and her hair is falling across her face now. she has her hands up to block even more of her face, but she's still laughing. Oliver scrolls through a few more photos of the same girl, the last of which is of the two of them, each with an arm around the other. it is taken at an awkward angle, and the Oliver in the photo clearly has his arm out, showing that he was holding the datapad to take the photo himself. the Oliver in the photo is also wearing the same clothing that he's wearing now--a green T-shirt with a logo for the "Desert Sand Brigade" and trousers that look like oddly-smooth jeans, betraying their futuristic, 27th century origins. they contrast with the girl's clothing--a purple, V-neck blouse over a white undershirt and jean trousers from the 21st century.]
[Oliver sighs, finally shifting his gaze from the datapad to a nearby clump of stars. his expression turns thoughtful, and he reaches out with his free hand to grab one of the stars, but it turns to dust in his hand. he speaks softly then, maybe just to himself or maybe half to the stars and whoever created them] Only once, huh? But...was it even real?

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What wasn't real?
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[at her comment about the stars, however, his smile fades to a worried frown] I picked one up--made a wish, and it turned to dust. Like in a film. And now... [reaches across, grabbing one of the stars, which immediately crumbles to dust] I think...it made something happen. But it couldn't've been real.
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[squints, looking at the stars, and then reaches out and picks one up. Nothing happens, not quite. She feels like she could wish for something, she's just not sure quite what to wish for. She lets the star fall back into the pile and she crouches down to examine the other stars, doing much the same. She looks back up at Oliver.]
But how do you know whatever it was, it wasn't real?
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[watches curiously as Rose examines the stars, noticing that none of them turns to dust in her hands. when she turns back to him, he frowns, averting his gaze] It's impossible! I mean...you've been with the Doctor, right? You can't just suddenly travel across hundreds of years and millions of miles on your own. It doesn't happen like that. So...it couldn't've.
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[smiles]
If you've been with the Doctor you start to figure that impossible really doesn't exist. You've been with the Doctor, yeah? You're telling me after everything you've seen, you really believe anything is impossible anymore.
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[makes a face] No, I know. I took pictures and everything, and I've still got them. [gestures with the datapad] But...I guess... [frowns, trying to work out how to put this into words] It wasn't supposed to be possible. It wasn't supposed to happen. How can the Plane do something like that, in my universe? And...and what's it mean, if it did? [sighs] What do I do now?
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