[005]

[oliverplus]

[Oliver is sitting by his favourite tree in the forest, staring down at a letter that his grip is spectacularly creasing. he looks very upset, which is strange, as Oliver's experiment had kept him from independent emotion for more than a week. luckily for him, the experiment is finally over. which should, of course, be a very happy thing indeed!]

[unfortunately, while he's super-excited to be able to see colour again, that excitement has been rather demolished by the emotional impact of just what he's been up to recently--especially in terms of what he's shared with people. not to mention things he agreed to without thinking. he's not sure what to say to some people after all that. and then to compound it all, he had to receive this letter...]

[Oliver sighs, lost in thought. too lost in thought to notice anyone approaching him, in fact. clearly, this means that's exactly what someone should do]

Comments

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Like a program, then. An artificial intelligence underwritten by protocol. I do not believe it was something you enjoyed, was it?

[oliverplus]

[shakes his head] No way! I'm glad it's over.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I am pleased you are happy.

What is the letter?

[oliverplus]

[see this? this is his deer-in-headlights expression] Letter?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[heeeeeeeead tilt] Yes. The one you are holding.

[oliverplus]

[now he's really glad he stuffed it in his pocket] It's...it's nothing. Don't worry about it, TARDIS.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I am not. Can I see it?

[oliverplus]

[hesitates, feeling caught between a rock and a hard place] I...don't think you want to.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Why?

[oliverplus]

It's not good news...

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Explain.

[oliverplus]

[cringes, really wishing he'd gone back home to Gondovan before he looked at that letter. he can't bring himself to say the words, so he pulls it out of his pocket, handing it to her. it states that he and Robespierre will be fighting to the death in the Coliseum on the day after tomorrow and is signed C. Weber]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[...well then

looks like someone has a damn good reason to attend said fight log now, since she'd otherwise not give a shit

this could end badly]

Why would you hide this from me?

[oliverplus]

[flinches from her anger] I didn't want to worry you. I've only just gotten to see you again!

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

You did not know me. Would you have kept from showing it to me had I not given my identity?

[oliverplus]

[okay, she's got him there] Well, I...I don't want to worry anybody, I guess.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

How would I be worried were I a stranger?

[oliverplus]

[blinks. how dare you question illogical human thought processes!] I don't know. It's just...not pleasant for it to happen to anybody. [reaches for the letter, hoping she'll give it back without a fight]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[it's how she rolls] Death is death. It only concerns me when it involves those who are mine.

[oh please]

[oliverplus]

[frowns; darkly] These deathmatches shouldn't be happening at all.

...can I have that back?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Perhaps.

Do you still require it?

[oliverplus]

[considering it's supposed to beep to let him know the match is going to begin...] Yeah. It's...it's all the info I've got.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Very well.


[reeeeluctantly hands it over]

[oliverplus]

[takes it back, quickly tucking it away again] Thanks, TARDIS.

How've you been? [yes, that's his topic diversion tactic. isn't it clever?]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[Oliver, you dork]

I have been attempting to understand how the Machine fabricates our realities in such a way I was unable to tell them false previously.