(44) Big...?
[Oliver is sitting at a table, probably the kitchen table at Murrues, leaning on the table with his elbows and holding the PCD in both hands. Quite apart from the kitten of the past few days, or even the young man he normally is, now he's full-grown, mature. Though his hair is still long, it's tied neatly back. The baby fat still in his cheeks even at 16 is pretty much gone, now, but he still has a soft look. Not weak, but soft. His smile is small, but fills his face, eyes merry as he looks into the camera. Most different, as far as appearance, is the beard he wears, now, as blond as the rest of his hair--a little mustache and chin getup. He chuckles before speaking, ears perking forward.]
Yes, I'm not always the smartest, but I was six, at the time, so please try to understand. Namely, I don't think any of you are really aliens, with the possible exception of Itachi, and there aren't any stupidheads, either, except for maybe Ed.
Carmen, dear, I don't suppose you might consider putting the piano back where it belongs, hmm? If not, well, Ginia, I know where it is, at least. Getting it back to the bar might be tricky but at least we know where it is, right?
[Private to Household]
If the past holds true, the event will likely be over after tonight. Before that, though, I'm making dinner. We don't have a lot in the house, though I could run out and get some food, with all of the shops all over. What sounds good? What do you want? I can't promise anything too fancy, but I can make plenty that's alright, and I'm sure there are recipe books I could buy, too, so we can try making it again, too.
[End Private]
I know we've had a number of new arrivals with whom I've spoken very little. I've been meaning to ask if there is anyone who is a trained singer? I've been working on an Aria, actually, as part of a larger work...two, in fact. Preferably, I'd love to have a soprano and a tenor, but I think I can work in any of the others, instead, with a bit of work.
Yes, I'm not always the smartest, but I was six, at the time, so please try to understand. Namely, I don't think any of you are really aliens, with the possible exception of Itachi, and there aren't any stupidheads, either, except for maybe Ed.
Carmen, dear, I don't suppose you might consider putting the piano back where it belongs, hmm? If not, well, Ginia, I know where it is, at least. Getting it back to the bar might be tricky but at least we know where it is, right?
[Private to Household]
If the past holds true, the event will likely be over after tonight. Before that, though, I'm making dinner. We don't have a lot in the house, though I could run out and get some food, with all of the shops all over. What sounds good? What do you want? I can't promise anything too fancy, but I can make plenty that's alright, and I'm sure there are recipe books I could buy, too, so we can try making it again, too.
[End Private]
I know we've had a number of new arrivals with whom I've spoken very little. I've been meaning to ask if there is anyone who is a trained singer? I've been working on an Aria, actually, as part of a larger work...two, in fact. Preferably, I'd love to have a soprano and a tenor, but I think I can work in any of the others, instead, with a bit of work.