[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?]

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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?

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

Can't remember what?

[Interrupt? So there.]

[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]

[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]

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

[Then Conan's reply should reassure him.]

I'm Edogawa Conan. It's nice to meet you, Oliver-san!

I'm not as new as I was but I'm still learning this place.

[lamb_of_gold]

[That nets him something of a worried frown.]

Is your memory gone again?

[oliverplus]

[Oliver smiles] Nice to meet you! Ah, it's Conan, right? [he always gets confused with Asian names]

[he makes a face] With the Plane, I think we're all always learning... About how long've you been here?

[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]

[lamb_of_gold]

Yet you seem oddly worked up about it.

[oliverplus]

[and there goes his attempt at a smile] I... [he sighs. Mu never does let him get away with hiding things] I just want to have things written down. You know...in case something happens. Again.

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

Right!

Um ... about two months I think though it's hard to tell sometimes. What about you?

[oliverplus]

Hah, yeah, I know what you mean there. But, uh... [he frowns thoughtfully] I think probably about two years.

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

That long?

[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?

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu's been a walking bullshit detector for a *long* time, Oli] I see. Given what I overheard, that's proving easier said than done?

[anoblesavage.livejournal.com]

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

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

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

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

[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]

[oliverplus]

[he nods] Yeah. Well, something like that. I mean, like you said--it's hard to tell! [he smiles sheepishly] But if you have questions, I've been here for a while.

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

I do!

[Poor Oliver -- asking Conan for questions without any clue what he's in for. Conan decides to start with the biggest.]

Do you know how this is possible? The Plane, I mean.

[oliverplus]

[he nods] I've been here a long time. It's a lot to remember. [that coupled with the fact that he's not entirely sure he trusts his memory, but he doesn't really want to talk about that]

But what about you, Mu? How've you been?

[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.

[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...