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realityshifted2011-06-29 07:51 pm
oliverplus) wrote in realityshifted2011-06-29 07:51 pm
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[when Christine left Oliver on the TARDIS after the end of their fairy tale, he knew the best idea would probably be to go back to his room, get some dry clothes, and take a nap. he was, after all, still sopping wet from his exciting adventure in the lake. and on top of that, his muscles--and his body in general--were quite exhausted after the oxygen deprivation. but, being Oliver, the last thing he wanted to do was go to his room. the odds of Harriet hearing him were good, and he did not under any circumstances want the PM to see him like this. he also didn't feel much like sleeping; he was too much a mess of emotions at the moment for that]
[so instead, he crept to the bathroom, grabbed a blue towel that he wrapped around his head (maybe a lingering after effect of his fairytale--it looked rather like a turban that way), and thought of the Plane. once there, he went straight for the bar. because after all, what else would you do after a near-death experience you didn't expect to survive? it's definitely time for a pint]
That's better.
[his voice is a bit scratchy still after its lake water inundation, but he doesn't mind that at the moment. he pours himself a glass and immediately starts drinking. then he sighs, setting it down and rests his chin the bar, slumping forward to lean against it. the towel starts to slide, so he removes it and throws it over his shoulders instead. currently, he's only wearing the rather Aladdin-style trousers that the fairy tale left him with, so it's warmer that way anyway. it also shields his scars from view somewhat, which is always a plus in Oliver's mind--not that he's thinking about that at the moment. he's too lost in thought to expect anyone to find him like this]
It wasn't the dream after all. [he sighs again, only half sitting back up so he can take another drink]
[so instead, he crept to the bathroom, grabbed a blue towel that he wrapped around his head (maybe a lingering after effect of his fairytale--it looked rather like a turban that way), and thought of the Plane. once there, he went straight for the bar. because after all, what else would you do after a near-death experience you didn't expect to survive? it's definitely time for a pint]
That's better.
[his voice is a bit scratchy still after its lake water inundation, but he doesn't mind that at the moment. he pours himself a glass and immediately starts drinking. then he sighs, setting it down and rests his chin the bar, slumping forward to lean against it. the towel starts to slide, so he removes it and throws it over his shoulders instead. currently, he's only wearing the rather Aladdin-style trousers that the fairy tale left him with, so it's warmer that way anyway. it also shields his scars from view somewhat, which is always a plus in Oliver's mind--not that he's thinking about that at the moment. he's too lost in thought to expect anyone to find him like this]
It wasn't the dream after all. [he sighs again, only half sitting back up so he can take another drink]
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Human world? You mean Earth?