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[oliverplus]

[today, Oliver arrives on the Plane with a bed in tow. not just any bed, but what appears to be a standard-issue hospital bed from the 27th century. he is also wearing a hospital gown, and he has an oxygen tube hooked to his nose and an IV in his arm, although the appartuses the devices were attached to don't seem to have made it to the Plane with him. hopefully he didn't actually need those. interestingly enough, there is no sign of injury on Oliver himself, except for perhaps the IV in his arm. but in addition to all this, Oliver looks terribly startled to have arrived on the Plane]

What the--what is this!? [looks around him in confusion, then gives the IV a suspicious look] I thought I wasn't on anything strong! Why the hell... This was a dream! [turns upward, apparently addressing the stars themselves] A dream, you hear?

I know I was wishing to be anywhere but hospital, but blimey, that didn't mean I wanted to start hallucinating! [sighs] I wonder how long this is gonna last... [props himself up a bit, pulling the tube out of his nose as he turns to take a look around him]

[ooc: This is NOT an experiment. Oliver is suffering from some nasty side effects of chemical exposure during an incident on Gondovan. He currently has amnesia stretching through the last several years of his life. His memory will slowly return, but for now he doesn't remember the Plane or anyone on it, nor how his empathy ability works. he also doesn't remember the details of his life on Gondovan or even the end of his travels with the Doctor. So, enjoy the confused Brummie!]

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[bit_impossible]

[the Doctor currently has a letter in his hands that he is rather engrossed in. only just found it before coming to the Plane, in fact. however, it's the sound of Oliver's voice that rouses him from his reverie]

Ollie, when did you--

[bit_impossible]

[he looks up finally as he's speaking and stops, then he nearly drops the letter as he runs over to the hospital bed] Oliver, what happened?! How long have... [he trails off, rather shocked]

[oliverplus]

[turns to the man in surprise] Uh...hello. [a beat] No offense, but shouldn't a figment of my imagination know what happened?

[bit_impossible]

[now that shock turns to, well, slight indignation] 'A figment of your imagination'? I'm nothing of the kind! Well, there are stories and legends, but you know me! [a pause] Don't you? Come on... [his expression falls and to hide his disappointment, he dives for the medical chart on the end of the bed, powering it up]

Pardon my ramble there. I apparently am inable to just flat out narrate. :|

[onehundredbeers]

[I am so sorely tempted to have Nathan unintentionally inflict revenge for concern on Oliver. And by revenge, I mean Nathan!Concern flung at him. I'm going to do it. Hi. This narration has been brought to you by Dero, that person who wastes space with narrative that isn't even remotely useful and sort of breaks the fourth wall because I'm crazy. I just totally noticed that I do that, too. ANYWAY, IGNORE ALL OF THAT.

And in all seriousness, it's Nathan. Vaguely concerned. He knows this guy, he can at least, you know, show some concern even if they aren't pals.]

Hey, uh, I don't think the stars can hear you. They're stars. They don't have ears. Or audi- auditory... functions.

[He flashes Oliver a bit of an awkward grin.]

So, in the hospital, huh? You get hit by a car?

[Nevermind that Oliver doesn't look like he got hit by a car, but you never know. It could be all internal injuries! Those are the terrible ones, you know.]

[oliverplus]

[Oliver would be glad that Nathan hasn't decided on revenge!concern if he actually remembered who Nathan is. as it is, he turns in surprise at the voice]

Oh, I know! I mean, in real life, sure. But I'm hallucinating, so maybe they can. You came when I talked to them, anyway.

Uh...no. [considers whether or not to say more. after all, shouldn't figments of your imagination already have the details? but this one obviously doesn't, and it is nice to have someone to talk to besides stars] Somebody attacked me with citroloform. That's what the doctors told me, anyway.

[onehundredbeers]

[Someday, Oliver! Someday, revenge concern!]

Okay, we are- we are not going into that, okay. I already had a fucking, like, weird existential fucking crisis over hallucinations, um. Earlier this month. Not doing it again.

[And due to being somewhat deaf, the quieter bit is completely unheard by Nathan. Yay hearing damage due to years of extremely loud music!]

...I have no idea what ...citrislolorophone is. Is that, uh, like chlorin- chloroform?

[lamb_of_gold]

Oliver?! What happened to you?

[oliverplus]

[looks a bit sheepish] You've got me! I don't remember a thing.

[mumbles] Wow, I didn't know my imagination was this creative. Or curious...

[lamb_of_gold]

You...don't remember anything at all?

[bonnypiperlad]

[Jamie has Trouble. The ferret, that is. The two of them are on the Plane playing - Jamie has a feather on a bit of fishing wire and is moving it around like it's prey, while Trouble has the oh-so-hard job of trying to catch the feather. Oliver's sudden appearance causes Jamie to do a double take.]

Oliver??

[oliverplus]

[turns at the voice. after a moment of staring, he decides he might as well be polite to his imagination] Hiya. [waves]

Hey, you've got a ferret! [this is clearly the most important part of his current situation]

[bonnypiperlad]

[Pardon the return staring. Jamie has seen a few hospital beds in the past few years and knows that when you show up in one with the tubes not attached it's probably not a good thing. Plus, didn't he mention the ferret to Oliver?]

Aye...aye, I do. Oliver, what happened to ye?

[hypospraying]

[Immediately going into Nurse mode, Christine rushes over to him.] Stay calm, everything's going to be all right. What's the last thing you remember?

[oliverplus]

[turns to her in surprise. as if showing up in the middle of the stars in a hospital bed wasn't weird enough, now he's got a pretty girl he's never met before asking after him?] Uh...I was in hospital. Before that, I'm not sure.

[hypospraying]

[She notices the tubes not leading to anything and begins to worry. She wishes she had her medical scanner on her.] Ok, well now you're on a place called the Astral Plane. I know, it looks ridiculous and impossible. [She pauses to gaze upwards briefly, then looks back to him.] Do you know why you were in the hospital? [The first thing to determine is if he's in immediate medical danger.]

[anoblesavage.livejournal.com]

[Leela has forgotten, temporarily, that she is supposed to be angry with Oliver. She doesn't recognise the machines that he has been attached to, but they are cold and sterile and he has clearly been badly injured.]

What happened, Oliver? What did you do?

[oliverplus]

[Oliver has no idea who this girl is or why she should think he did something to land himself here. well, besides his track record, maybe]

I didn't do anything! Somebody attacked me!

[anoblesavage.livejournal.com]

I did not think you had wounded yourself. [Carefully, as if the person who had attacked might still be near, Leela drew closer and moved a hand to the hilt of her knife.] Who was it?

This will not hasten your recovery a bit Ollie. Sorry.

[semantating.livejournal.com]

[ Suddenly, there was a clown! Or rather, a very clownish sort of man with an odd sort of look and an odd sort of dress, as well as an odd sort of manner all about him. And he has CANDY. In a little tin, no less. Or, well, he did. He ate it all, though, sadly.

... Those IVs, they explain nearly nothing to him. Stupid technology barrier. But he is fairly sure that is some kind of medical something-or-another, so Break shall simply take a shot in the dark. ]

If I DO happen to be your hallucination, would you mind refilling this tin for me? It's dreadfully annoying to always run out so QUICKLY, you see, Mister Day. I see you're faring far worse than our last conversation to boot!

[oliverplus]

[JUMPS SEVERAL FEET. way to startle him, Break]

Whoa! Uh...hello. [he isn't sure what to say about the candy tin, so he latches onto the easier topic] Our last conversation?

[semantating.livejournal.com]

[ Sorry Ollie. S'how he rolls. ]

He doesn't recall a thing!

Oh, he recalls some things, but not this something in particular, it seems.

[ Oh my god did that doll just move on its own, make clicking noises, and talk in what sounds like a higher pitched version of Break's voice? Yes. Yes it did. ]

Mister Day, do you remember the other day?

mind a latecomer?

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

[Barbara rushes to his side as soon as she sees him, radiating concern]

I hope you didn't need that IV, Oliver. [she's scrutinising him, now, gaze quick and sharp]

I know hospitals can get tedious, but really, this was just reckless.

Not at all!

[oliverplus]

[just blinks at her, then averts his gaze. her concern is making him uncomfortable, even though he doesn't understand why he's feeling so worried all of a sudden]

[and that comment? that was just confusing] What did I do?

\o/ <3

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

[her frown deepens] You didn't choose to come to the Plane?