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[oliverplus]

Characters: Oliver Day (oliverplus) and OPEN
Location: Your reality!
Time: After Oliver's fairytale has ended, and during or after yours, as you prefer
Summary: Oliver goes on an involuntary reality-hopping tour of the multiverse~
Warnings: Oliver is a geek, and depending on your reality, he might just show it. Possibly a lot

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[onehundredbeers]

All things considered, the living room of Mordhaus was quiet. The huge expanse of the place seemed to dwarf out the sounds of Nathan playing one of the arcade games; the sound of Skwisgaar absently playing the guitar in the hottub

[oliverplus]

Unfortunately for Nathan, Oliver appeared right in front of that screen. He hadn't been expecting the sudden change, so for a moment, he just blinked. And then, when he saw who was right in front of him, he switched to staring at Nathan. At least there was no doubt about whose reality this was.

"Nathan!" he exclaimed, grinning in excitement again--and secretly hoping that his unexpected appearance would cause less trouble here than it had for Christine and Saga. "Is this your house?"

At that point, he noticed the other people in the room and proceeded to get even more excited. "Your band!"

[onehundredbeers]

Nathan stepped away, suddenly startled by someone nearby. Oh shit. It's Oliver. Shit, it's Oliver, suddenly appearing in his living room. "Uh, yeah, it is."

The other two immediate members of the band looked about as startled. Murderface's jaw half open, and Pickles just sort of staring, before speaking. "Hey, Nate'n. Did dat guy just, ya know, teleport in here? I thahght only we could do dat!"

"Yeah, this is, uh, Oliver. A pal of mine..."

Nathan seemed to be recovering from the initial whoa what the fuck is Oliver doing in my house moment. Pardon his hesitant, slow speech.

[oliverplus]

"Hi!" Oliver waved at the band members, barely managing to hold back a laugh at the looks on their faces. "God, this is so cool..." He looked around the room, taking in all the broken tellies, the hottub, the computer... "This place is huge!"

[onehundredbeers]

Over from the hot tub, Skwisgaar's attention is finally attained, and he looks over his shoulder at the group. "Hey! Who de fucks is dat guy? Nathan! Are you lettings de strangers in our house?"

"Yeah!" yelled Murderface as Nathan began to rub the bridge of his nose. "Where the fuck isch schecurity?"

"Murderface, shut up, please."

"I'll schay whatever the fuck I want."

Nathan grabbed Oliver by the shoulder, or tried to, and begin walking away from his bandmates (and dragging Oliver along provided Oliver didn't somehow slip away or somesuch). "Come on. I'm not fucking playing the fucking introduction game right now. ...Plus, uh, Skwisgaar isn't wearing any pants."

"Ja, I'm not."

"Thanks, Skwisgaar."

"No problems, Nathan."

[oliverplus]

Oliver's excitement was slightly tempered by the less-than enthusiastic reactions from Nathan's bandmates. "I'm just visiting! I'll be out of here soon," he tried to assure them, waving his hands a bit in the way that he tended to when he was frazzled.

He was still in slight shock himself at arriving here, so he didn't resist or protest at all when Nathan grabbed him by the shoulder and started to take him away. "Oh. Okay. Um...bye, then!" He gave them a wave, hurrying to keep up with Nathan. He wanted to ask where they were going, but he had a feeling it was best to get out of earshot of the others first--particularly in case Murderface got any more insistent about security.

[onehundredbeers]

"Sorry," he said as he dragged Oliver out into a hall, then released him. "We're not used to visitors. Especially people just, uh, showing up like that, you know?"

He brushed his hair back over his head with his hand. Nathan leaned against one of the walls, painted a dark, blood red. The hall itself was dimly lit, no windows of any sort. Just sort of gloomy and, well, dark.

"I'll introduce you to them once they forget you just appeared in the living room. It'll take like. Five minutes. Murderface is probably playing Wheelchair Bound already and I don't think Skwisgaar even fucking cared so much as he wanted to see if he could scold me."

[oliverplus]

"Yeah, sorry about that," Oliver said, a bit sheepishly, as he tried to ignore the rather creepy atmosphere of the corridor. "Uh...okay, if you say so."

That seemed like a rather amazing feat to accomplish in five minutes, but he was willing to take Nathan's word for it. After all, nothing to do with Nathan's world ever seemed quite "normal," and the worst he could think of that could happen was that someone would ask about security again, which he was confident Nathan could handle.

"So," he said, figuring he should probably use the five minutes to explain so that after that they could just get to Nathan showing him around. "I guess the Plane's sending me to different worlds for a little while each, and I can't go home or to the Plane right now. I'll be here for a little while, and then I'll probably just disappear again. Basically."