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[oliverplus]

[Oliver--or rather, Olivia--is sitting against a tree in the forest and looking terribly put out. there's a book on the ground next to her, which, presumably, she was just reading, but at the moment she's much more distracted by the fact that her clothing no longer seems to fit properly. she's wearing the long-sleeved shirt and wool trousers she borrowed from Mu--the jacket is elsewhere at the moment--but while the clothing was a little big on Oliver, the fit has now changed dramatically. perhaps it's to save her from accidentally stretching Mu's shirt, or maybe it's just another aspect of the reversal, but she's about seven inches shorter than Oliver would normally be, as well as less broad in the shoulders and other expected adjustments (such as her chest filling things out much more than his did). as a result, her hands are lost in her sleeves, and her trousers are longer than her feet. also, one of the leather boots Oliver took from the ballroom has fallen off]

What in the world just...!? [Olivia's voice is much lighter and more feminine than Oliver's, but listeners might notice she has the very same Brummie accent. confused, she holds out her hands in front of her, starting to roll back the sleeves so she can get to them properly] Why is it so big all of sudden? Is there something Mu didn't tell me?

Or... [looks up at the sky, and her expression twists into a slight scowl. she raises her voice] You did this, didn't you? I'm sure it's very funny! [crosses her arms over her chest, losing them again in the sleeves, and pouts] Resizing clothes, now that's the holiday spirit. [sighs] You need to fix these before I return them! And you'd better not have done something to the ballroom, too!

[after a moment of staring at the sky as if expecting a reply, she gives up and focuses instead on retrieving her hands again. picks up her book with one hand and kicks off the other boot in preparation for standing, but then she considers the predicament of the too-large trousers and hesitates] What a ridiculous mess this is...

[ooc: Oliver has been genderwapped--physically and mentally! As in, he is now female and does not realise that she used to be male. Oops. Just as a head's up, tags to this entry will be coming from my ephemeral_day account!]

Comments

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

I could lend you something more fitting.

[ephemeral-day.livejournal.com]

[Olivia does not notice anything off or evil about the Doctor. in fact, she's quite happy to see her and breaks out in a smile] Doctor! Could you? You're a mate.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

Measurements?

[ephemeral-day.livejournal.com]

Yeah, ah... [blinks, then frowns] Sorry, I'm...having trouble remembering right. That's funny.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

I'll give a guess, then.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Have a seven year old wander up]

Did you say my name, miss?

[ephemeral-day.livejournal.com]

Did I? [turns to the boy in surprise--and seeing that hair, she frowns] What's your name?

[lamb_of_gold]

Mu, miss. My name is Mu!

[ephemeral-day.livejournal.com]

[her eyes widen a little, but she tries to cover up any surprise or concern with a smile] Really? Well, it's nice to meet you, Mu. I think you must've misheard me. I'm Olivia, by the way.

Mu, how old are you?

[lamb_of_gold]

It's nice to meet you too, Olivia. [He's not quite as observant as his adult self yet]

I'm seven.

[boxtheotaku.livejournal.com]

[Oh, a woman in too big clothes, how cute! MOEEE~ Wait. Wait, she is real, ugh. Box stares at her for a while before he decides to just turn around and go. It doesn't worth the nausea, fainting, panic attack or worse.]

[ephemeral-day.livejournal.com]

Hey, wait! Ah...Box! [it takes her a second with the name, but she does get there. she remembers him now--more or less. but she has no idea why he's running away] What's wrong?

[boxtheotaku.livejournal.com]

[!!! SHE KNOWS HIS NAME. HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?! Box stops and turns around just to stumble backwards to take his distance.]

H-how do you know my name!? Who are you?! Yo-you better not be some kind of prank, okay?! Taiko and Page knows only I like baggy clothes o-o-on girls, so it better be not their stupid idea..! [He is so worked up over this he forgot that Taiko and Page doesn't even believe the Plane exists...]

[ephemeral-day.livejournal.com]

Box... [frowns, concerned now] It's me. You haven't got amnesia, too, have you? I'm Olivia--Ollie. Remember?

[a little offended] What? No, I'm not a prank! And if I am--[turns, glaring up at the sky]--it's certainly not my prank. This place is up to something again, but I don't get what changing my clothes is supposed to do.

[boxtheotaku.livejournal.com]

I-I'm definitely not, I remember everything I should remember--! Olivia? Oli-- I know someone called Oli- I mean Oliver, but he is a he, a guy, you know so I-I doubt I would call someone with the same name.

Eh, the place-- Oh. [Looks up too, so you won't stare.] Oh you mean something is up again?! No way, no way I just finished with the mood-- things.

[Slowly stepping back during all this for his poor stomach's sake.]

[bit_impossible]

[the man that appears near her while mumbling to himself in a very annoyed tone is still tall--but that's where any similarities end.

thankfully, his face is one Olivia ought to recognise, even if he's now just noticing her and squints his eyes at her, wondering why she's wearing those clothes and one boot. it's the boot that catches attention since he remembers giving those to Oliver...]

[in the deep, booming voice that comes with this body:] Hello? Where'd you get that boot? [a short pause, then under his breath] Blimey, it'll take some getting used to this voice again...

[ephemeral-day.livejournal.com]

[oh, she recognises him all right. as a result, she doesn't really hear what he says. she's too busy staring at him in absolute shock, her jaw hanging for a moment before her expression shifts to excitement, mixed with a great deal of happiness and relief] Doctor! You came!

[in fact, she's so happy that she drops the book and practically jumps to her feet, holding up her trousers with one hand and throwing the other around him in a tight hug]

[bit_impossible]

What? [doesn't hug her back just yet] What?! Do I know you?

[ephemeral-day.livejournal.com]

[she freezes at that. she doesn't let go, but she tilts her head up to look him in the eyes] Doctor...it's me.

[bit_impossible]

It's been a very long day. [and one that those in 10 Downing Street are probably still recovering from--or would do if time didn't stop while he was here] Think you could clue me in?

[collector]

Ah, cursing at the sky. It seems to have so much more meaning here.

[ephemeral-day.livejournal.com]

[turns at the voice, and her annoyance immediately gives way to a smile] Irving! Think you could give me a hand?

[collector]

Dear me. I hope this isn't going to be one of those awkward conversations where I don't know what to say or what tense to say it in, is it? I'm afraid you have the advantage of me.

[ephemeral-day.livejournal.com]

[blinks, confused] What do you mean? Is something wrong?

[collector]

We've never met. Or rather, I've never met you. One of the hazards of time travel and multiversal nexus.