realityshifted

[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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[Oh fun, reintroduction time.]

I'm Nathan Explosion, lead singer of Dethklok. We kind of know each other. I mean, uh, I wouldn't- wouldn't say we're friends, but like... we have, uh, mutual... friends. And have spoken a couple of times.

[He shrugs.]

Er, or was there something specific you, uh, wanted to know?

[He isn't sure if Oliver wants to hear like, a ton of stuff by him asking 'what's your story'.]

[takes that in. okay, he's hallucinating space. and not just space, but being in space with a lead singer with a crazy name who he's only spoken to a couple times? what sort of medication-addled mind hallucinates that?] So...I know you from somewhere?

Uh, you know me from here. You know, the place you're currently in? Fucking space?

[blinks] You mean the dream I'm having.

Helloooooooo, this isn't a dream. If this was a dream, uh, the rest of my band would be here and... depending on which- which one of us the dream was, uhm, from? It might be like all... rainbows... or blood... or booze... naked ladies... or just like really bizarre and nightmare-y.

[He nods.]

So yeah, no, no one is dreaming. Not me, anyway.

So I'm really in space. [that isn't so weird in itself, but...] In a hospital bed? I've seen some crazy things, but how did that happen?

You probably thought about it. Like... not-amnesia subconscious you. I guess.

About...showing up in space in a hospital bed?

No, about coming up here. You just took the bed with you cause you were in it.

[blinks] So you're saying I came here by thinking about coming here?

Uh, yeah. I- I'm pretty sure I was clear about the whole... thinking part.

Well, yeah, but... So we're stuck here now?

[Nathan's look is deadpan.]

No. You can- you can leave whenever you want. Now, uh, I'm pretty sure this is going to shock you, but... you can leave? Just by thinking. Wow, amazing.

[normally, Oliver would burst out laughing. at the moment, he's a bit too shocked]

You're seriously saying I could think about hospital and go back and there and then think about this place and come back here?

No, I'm saying you're a straight jacket and you're fucking ODing on your meds.

[HOLY SARCASM BATMAN.]

Well, at least that would make sense!

I mean...I'd try the thinking thing, but the nurses probably aren't going to be very happy about the disappearing act. If I really have disappeared.

Hey, uh, don't worry. They won't even notice. It's like- it's like you've got TiVo or some shit like that, you pause, you leave the room. When you come back, unpause that motherfucker.

[raises an eyebrow] Really? All right... [closes his eyes, dropping from the Plane]

[reappears less than a minute later, his eyes wide and non-IV arm flailing somewhat] You have got to be kidding me!

[Nathan grins.]

And you doubted me.

Well, yeah, drugs make more sense than this!

Okay, I have- I have got to disagree. I don't- I don't do drugs, uh, often? But believe me, heroin can make you do and/or see some weird fucking shit.

[He nods. He also has plenty of second-hand experience. From Pickles.]

Yopo is pretty badass. It, uh, makes you think you're an animal. Or like, that you've turned into one.

Uh...I've mostly got experience with the medical sort. [sheepish] But that isn't really what I meant.

Yeah, then, uh. What part doesn't make sense?

You mean aside from being in the middle of the stars in a hospital bed?

I mean, I get it now, really. But I think this is one of those cases where a hallucination is easier to believe than reality!

[He itches his head as Oliver talks.]

I thought it was- it was pretty easy. You know, just... astronauts totally lied! So other people wouldn't go to space. They, uh, they wanted to keep it to themselves. Totally lame.

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