realityshifted

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doctor who (d1) oliver day

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[during the current crisis, Oliver has taken shelter in the Plane's library. he is reclining in a comfortable chair, with a book on the floor in front of him--upside-down and open, as though it's slipped off his lap. he is just stirring from sleep, and sits up, causing the back of the chair to come up with him. he shakes his head, looking about groggily for an instant--then, instantly, he's on edge. he looks slowly around the room, contemplating it warily] Hey, is someone...? ...no.

[slowly, he reaches down to retrieve his book--something on Greek and Roman mythology, for the curious. but he's still stiff and edgy, glancing around him before he turns his gaze downward, flipping back to his page previous page. but instead of reading, he looks up again, tense] Who-who's there? I hear you!

[ooc: Oliver has also made a choice! In your comment, please leave a note for me, either to PM you or your AIM/e-mail/whathave you so I can ask a question before he interacts with your character.]

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[winces, because that does hurt and because HE JUST GOT GRABBED BY A FLAMING HAND] Hey, let go! You...you... [falters, staring at Asch's FLAMING HAND and his own wrist--his wrist which is not burning] Wait...I don't feel the flames.

Because I'm not on fire.

[He sighs and lets go.]

You must've hit your head or something.

Hitting my head doesn't turn people into flames!

[frowns, lowering his gaze. that is really intense to look at] The Plane must be doing something again.

[Asch rests a hand on his sword, the other at his side. That's sort of the way he stands though, so it's not a threatening motion or anything.]

... Again? Don't tell me...

I don't know what else it could be...

[and, ever the optimist:] At least you're not really on fire.

So you think it's an experiment?

Something like that. But...which of us? [makes a face. he doesn't like that thought]

Did anything weird happen before you woke up? [Now he's too paranoid to sleep. But then again that's par for the course for Asch.]

[frowns. yes, but he really didn't want to think it's because of that] Uh...yeah. Actually, I don't think I was asleep before that...

You weren't...taken to any weird room, were you?

[His eyebrow jumps.]

No. What happened there?

There was this sort of...computer thing. It... [hesitates] It asked me to make a choice.

I guess that must be why. [but he's clearly unhappy with that idea]

[He struggles to keep his tone even, and it's obvious.]

You guess? It's because of that that we're stuck here in the first place.

[He reins in his anger and turns away to ponder this change of events. So they're continuing to experiment on people even though they're trapped here. It figures, really... At the same time, depending on the kind of 'sight' given, it could become very useful.]

... If they wanted us to simply die they wouldn't play around with experiments beforehand. What do they have to gain from doing this?

Hey, it's not like I wanted to choose! And I bet whoever got us stuck here didn't want to either...

[sighs] Who knows. It could just be somebody trying to take over the Plane again, but I don't know what messing with us does for them.

Tch. [That brings him to his next thought.] Whoever got us stuck here knows it. If they cared enough to fix it they'd have done it already.

[He crosses his arms.]

What happened last time?

[frowns] I guess you've got a point...

Uh...you weren't here yet for the death matches, huh?

... No, I wasn't.

[He does manage to look intrigued, at least.]

Death matches?

[frowns. this is something he'd rather not remember] Yeah...people had to fight each other to the death. You were forced into it, and there was a time limit, or you both died.

... That would thin the opposition.

Why did it stop?

Thin the... [gapes at him--for about a second, but Asch is too bright to look at for long right now] These are people, you know! And we're not trying to take over the Plane. [bitterly] We're just getting used in their fights. A lot of people died in them...

[his expression hardens] We stopped it. They would've kept killing people--they even said the same people could be called up and die again. We had to do something, so we worked together and made them stop.

[He snaps without warning.] I know that they're people! [Of course he knows.] But you would have put up a resistance against anything downright obvious, right? People die every day and that's a fact of life, but it's usually for a reason and not in large numbers. You start killing a significant amount of people without any regard for who or what they are, and two things happen. First people get angry, and then they get scared. Scared people can't do a damn thing, and it's contagious. Eventually they would've won, not because you were out of fighters but because no one would've had the guts to think of something different.

[He runs a hand through his cockatiel-like bangs.] And it didn't work anyway. It's good to know that people here are useful for something. Whoever did this hasn't shown themselves... That's why you need to put together the clues and figure out who did it. You did it once. You can do it again.

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[flinches at that because he is really can't think of something like the death matches so...objectively. looks away] We'll work it out again. We've just gotta work together.

[Asch glances at Oliver for a long, quiet moment. He might have something else to say, but he thinks better of it.]

[glances at...the glowing thing that is Asch] I'll let you know if I find out anything. You let me know, too...okay?

Fine.

[a beat]

... Lost your pet?

Nah. I wasn't holding Samwise when this all started, so he's still--[blinks as he realises what Asch is implying, then smiles sheepishly] Oh, uh...I meant to thank you for all that, too.

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