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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!]

Comments

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

[flatly] Sometimes it malfunctions.

[...reassuring smile] Seems to be working fine now, though.

[oliverplus]

[frowns, confused] How can space "malfunction"?

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

How is space breathable? We're in some sort of construct, is my theory. Something outside of time and space, but still connected.

[oliverplus]

All right, good point. "Outside" of time and space, then. Well. Guess it could be weirder!

Hey, I don't think I caught your name?

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

[wry grin] It can always be weirder.

I'm Barbara.

[oliverplus]

True!

Nice to meet you, Barbara! Again. Right?

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

Right. Nice to meet you again too, Oliver.

[oliverplus]

Glad you think so! [smiles sheepishly] I think if one of my mates forgot who I was, I'd at least be a bit upset about it.

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

[smiles back, shaking her head] It's not your fault. [the smile fades as she admits] I'm...definitely worried, though.

[oliverplus]

[frowns. he's worried, too. it's her worry, as much as his own, but he doesn't understand that. and, being Oliver, he tries to sound reassuring anyway] Hey, my memory'll come back. It just needs some time.

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

[musters a faint smile, because...Oliver is sweet] I hope so. But - if that's what landed you in that hospital bed, what other damage did it do?

[oliverplus]

Oh, just that! [at least, that's all he knows of, but Barbara doesn't need to know they're still running tests] The chemical was just supposed to knock me out, I guess. They think I must be allergic or something. It did something weird to my blood test, too, but they didn't say it was anything dangerous.