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[oliverplus]

[in the library, Oliver is sitting in one of two large armchairs with a side table between them. he doesn't have a book in front of him, though--he's just holding his black datapad, furiously typing something into it. on the table next to him is a cup of tea and a plate of scones, although they're no longer as warm as they were when he first started. he appears to have taken exactly three bites out of one of the scones, but the cup of tea has been reduced to half-full. at least it's not going to waste]

[Oliver himself is completely oblivious to his surroundings. he's so focused on what he's doing that, most likely, he won't even hear anyone approaching. but he doesn't seem to mind that at the moment; his expression is one of concentration. he looks tired, too. it seems all of the events on the Plane recently are taking their toll on him]

[muttering to himself] Damnit, I can't remember. They're my friends! I should know all this...

[does anyone care to interrupt whatever he's working so hard on?]

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[lamb_of_gold]

[If Oliver were less oblivious, he may notice the glowing hand coming from somewhere behind him, heating the area around his snack. He might, however, notice a few locks of a very distinct hair colour slip from over Mu's shoulder and into his line of sight. If he misses *that,* then:]

What has you so anxious, Oliver?

[oliverplus]

[it's the hair that tips him off, and he jumps, turning in surprise to look up at his friend] Mu! I didn't see you there.

[embarrassed] Oh, just...trying to remember things... [he quickly presses to turn off the display on the datapad]

[lamb_of_gold]

[That nets him something of a worried frown.]

Is your memory gone again?

[oliverplus]

What? No! Not that! [Oliver shakes his head vigorously] Just... [he hesitates] I was trying to remember something from a while ago. That's all. [he tries for a reassuring smile]

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

Can't remember what?

[Interrupt? So there.]

[oliverplus]

[Oliver jumps about a foot] Gah! Ah--hi! [he gives Conan an embarrassed smile] Sorry, I didn't know you were there...

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

[Conan really needs to remember that he is small and easily over-lookable.]

Ah -- sorry! I didn't mean to startle you ... I guess you were thinking pretty hard!

[oliverplus]

[he scratches his head, embarrassed] Ah, yeah... So, um. I'm Oliver! I don't think we've met.

[he hopes not, anyway. he doesn't entirely trust his memory at the moment]

[bit_impossible]

[the Doctor isn't the least bit surprised to find his young friend there, and this time, he's come prepared with a huge thermos filled with hot tea and an extra cup for himself. (he might have seen Oliver making his tea earlier.) he plops down in the other armchair and begins to top Oliver's cup off with tea before filling his own.]

Should know what?

[oliverplus]

[he should have expected as much--really, maybe he did a little. he looks up at the sound of someone sitting next to him and isn't at all startled to find the Doctor there. he is nervous about it, though]

Oh, ah, nothing really. Just...trying to remember things from a while ago.

[he surreptitiously presses to shut down the datapad screen for the moment]

How'd you know what I was having? [he picks up the cup to take a sip of tea. this is clearly a fantastic distraction technique]

[bit_impossible]

Oliver, it might surprise you to know that I can recognise just about every single tea blend ever made just by sniffing it. But! Something tells me you're not really interested in that. Are you? [gives him a knowing look. they've been down this road before, and really...how many days now have they been dodging this subject?]

[oliverplus]

[Oliver looks down at his tea because he prefers that to looking at the Doctor. he speaks quickly--too quickly. it's his nerves talking more than anything] If you're wanting to go somewhere, I could come back now. I don't mind.

[anoblesavage.livejournal.com]

[Leela has no qualms about interrupting. Not when he looks so weary.]

... what is it that you should know, Oliver?

[oliverplus]

[he jumps at the voice] Leela! [realising who it is, he gives her a sheepish smile, feeling silly for being so jumpy] Sorry, I didn't hear you come in. How are you?

Oh, I'm just...trying to remember things from a while ago.

[anoblesavage.livejournal.com]

What sort of things? Can I help?

[She cannot fault him. Though she is not the sort to jump, Leela has been on high alert since the experiment with the 'candy'. It was impossible to be truly prepared for the future on the Plane, but she intended to do her best.]

[oliverplus]

Ah, um...about people. [he pauses, not really wanting to talk about it, but he still feels awful about how much he has upset Leela by not trusting her in the past. he knows he should tell her the truth; it's just hard to convince himself to] I'm...I'm making a list. About the people here, and the things that've happened. [he swallows hard] So...I won't forget.

[he has a feeling Leela, of all people, will understand]

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

You look tired, Oliver. Perhaps you should rest for a little while before doing any more work?

[oliverplus]

[he's surprised to suddenly be spoken to when he didn't realize anyone was there. after giving a start, he relaxes when he realises who it is] Gwen! [embarrassed] It's all right. I'm just...well. I'd rather do this now than later, I guess...

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

What are you trying to do? [Her voice was as calm and soothing as ever and, when she stepped closer, she acted as if she had never even seen him start at her appearance.]

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

Oliver?

[Marta's walking toward him, hands clasped together behind her back, head tilted to the side. She looks a little concerned, but mostly just curious and friendly. She's even smiling.]

What are you doing here?

[oliverplus]

[Oliver looks up at the voice. thankfully, she spoke up while she was still far enough away that she doesn't startle him too badly] Marta! Hey. [he gives her a tired smile]

Oh, just...working on something... [he waves a hand. clearly that means it's not important. right?]

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, no, not buying that it's not important. Not after the way he seemed before he noticed she was even there. She moves to plop herself down in the other huge armchair, smiling at him.]

Oh? Working on what?

[res-olution.livejournal.com]

[ With an armload of books and a bottle of water balancing on top of them, Neeloc paused in his journey to his own spot in the library to glance over the back of Oliver's chair and over his head. ]

... Are you okay?

[oliverplus]

[Oliver jumps rather horribly. don't sneak up behind him!]

Huh? Oh! Hi! Um...yeah. I'm fine. [Oliver laughs awkwardly, embarrassed, as he turns to see Neeloc. he quickly presses the button to turn off the datapad screen, which was showing a list of names with short descriptions--people Oliver knew who used to come to the Plane but he hasn't seen in a long time]

What about you? That's a lot of books.

[res-olution.livejournal.com]

[ Shifting the stack of books to have a better hold of them he smiles sheepishly. ]

Yeah, I'm doing some more research since I'm here. I haven't been around much lately I've been so busy but I figured I'd pop in for a bit, you know-- to see what's going and such.