[025]

[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?]

Comments

[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.]

[oliverplus]

[he ducks his head, surreptitiously pressing the button to turn off the datapad screen] Ah, I'm...trying to keep track of things. On the Plane.

What about you? How are you?

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

I'm fine, thank you. That's a difficult task. The Plane is always unpredictable.

[oliverplus]

[he makes a face] Tell me about it. But that's why I need to write it down! See?

[that and he doesn't trust his own memory right now, but that's not something he plans to mention]

Gwen, can I ask you something? About... Well, about those disappearances in Camelot...

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

Of course, although there's a lot I don't know about them. I'll do my best to answer.

[oliverplus]

[he nods] Thanks. I know it's hard; I'm sorry. But...has anybody else mentioned disappearances like that on their worlds? And...the people being found later...?

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

It has happened on two other worlds that I know of. My friend Conan's world and the world of a man named Saga.

[oliverplus]

[he cringes] I heard from Saga...

It's...it's happened on my world, too. Mine and the Doctor's.

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

And you do not know how it happened either?

[oliverplus]

[he shakes his head] I mean, we weren't there--we just stopped off in London so Harriet could check up on work. And...I guess it's been happening there the same as everywhere else. We just didn't know...

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

You can't blame yourself. There's nothing you could have done.

[oliverplus]

But people are missing in London now, Gwen! There has to be something we can do!

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

We find out why the Plane is causing this and we stop it. That's the only way to help.

[oliverplus]

[he cringes, opening his mouth to say something, but he stops himself and nods instead] Yeah. 'Course. [he just wishes he knew how to do that...]

Do you know anything else about it from people here?

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

Conan seems to know the most about it. He's the only person I've really spoken to about what's happening.

[oliverplus]

[surprised] Conan? You mean the kid with the glasses? I just met him. I'll have to find him again...

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

He's been a great help and a good friend. You should trust him.

[oliverplus]

[he nods, trusting Gwen's recommendation] I will do. Thanks. [he gives her a grateful smile]

Gwen, ah... [he hesitates, nervous to ask this, but he knows he has to. he'll never be able to stop worrying if he doesn't] Do you...know how Morgana's doing?

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

She's ... [It was a difficult question to answer, but Gwen did her best.] ... better, thank you. She still blames herself for what happened.

[oliverplus]

Ah...yeah. [just like the others. Oliver wishes he could do something to convince them that it wasn't their fault, but he knows there's nothing for those wounds but time] But that's good! I mean, that she's...you know, her again.

Gwen...thanks.

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. Although I'm not sure what I've done.

[oliverplus]

[he smiles, though it's a bit sad] You've been helping Morgana.

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

She's my dearest friend. Of course I'm helping her.