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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]

[confused] So...you're someone famous?

[watches him go for the chart] Are you another doctor, then? [which, of course, is referring to the wrong sort of doctor entirely]

[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.

[bit_impossible]

[absently, not entirely listening to the first question. he's slipped on his glasses at some point too] Yup, that's me... Another doc--no. [looks up, realising what he's saying now] No, I'm not just any doctor, I'm the Doctor. [he sighs, rolling his eyes a bit] Blimey, lost your memory again, have you? That's going to become a habit if you're not careful.

[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?

[oliverplus]

The... [frowns. he has to admit, there's something familiar about him, but why would the Doctor look different in his dreams?] No, you're not. I know the Doctor. [uncertainly] Are you my doctor now?

...what do you mean "again"? [or more like, how does he know that?]

[oliverplus]

Oookay... [that sounds a bit creepy without context, Nathan]

Oh, yeah. Like, a future version of it. Which...I'm allergic to. Apparently. [or just doesn't have the proper antibodies to deal with, really]

[onehundredbeers]

[Context is unnecessary, Oliver!]

So you're hospitalized... for an allergy. That's pretty fucking gay. [Thank god he has no allergies.] What the fuck were you doing with, uh, citrisolofoam [He will never not mangle it.], anyway?

[oliverplus]

[scratches his head sheepishly] Well, yeah, that and not being able to remember anything that's happened lately.

Getting attacked, I guess. I don't actually remember.

[onehundredbeers]

Whoa, wait, wait, people attacked you?

[Welcome to a detail Oliver mentioned like, a tag or two ago, Nathan.]

[bit_impossible]

[he frowns, both at the chart and because he's back on that path with Oliver. he was glad to be away from it, but now...] Well, by "again", I mean more things than I did a moment ago. [puts the chart on the bed] Not only did you have a rather nasty allergic reaction to something that in the 27th century would be a very basic, natural and humane way of knocking someone out--well, it's not entirely a surprise considering your body doesn't have the genes or bacterial build-up that your species' descendants would have six centuries later--but you've gone and forgotten about me! Again! [he sounds really offended by that]

[oliverplus]

[Nathan XD. Oliver is really wondering what is wrong with his imagination right now]

Uh...yeah. I was with a bloke who got abducted, so I guess I got lucky.

[oliverplus]

Hang on a mo'! I mean, sorry, but I don't think I hallucinate people that often.

But...you know about the six centuries?

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan can't help it, sometimes he's ...slow.]

Dude, you got kidnapped too? What the fuck, I thought- I thought you were just a regular jackoff! What are you doing that- uh, that gets you all... attacked... and kidnapped.

[Wait. Wait. Waaaait...]

Oh, yeaaaaaah. Amnesia. Shit. Uh, you don't- you do not have to answer that now. But as soon as you remember, you, you need to answer. That question. That I asked you just now.

[bit_impossible]

Yes, I know about the six centuries and how you come from the 21st, but listen. [moves to stand next to the side of the bed as he talks] You're not hallucinating. I'm very much real, see? [pinches Oliver's arm]

[lamb_of_gold]

Oliver?! What happened to you?

[oliverplus]

Ouch! Hey! What was that for?

[oliverplus]

[smiles faintly. at least his hallucination is amusing] I'll remember to do that.

But I wasn't kidnapped! The bloke I was with was kidnapped. They just knocked me out, so I guess they didn't want me.

[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?

[oliverplus]

I remember things! Just...not anything recent. I'd tell you how far back, but. I don't remember. Ironically. [smiles sheepishly]