[Oliver is back to his normal self and seemingly has been long enough to change and to go back to his own room in Kepler (after leaving a note for the Doctor--"Back to normal - Ollie"). he is wearing one of his typical T-shirts and jeans, but his leg brace is missing. currently, he's sitting on his bed, staring out a porthole in the wall, ( Read more... )

[Oliver turns on his sphere while standing in the hallway, hoping that if the captain isn't watching his sphere transmission, he's at least watching the surveillance] Captain? Hey, Captain, it's Oliver. [waves] Remember me from dinner? I know you've got all sorts of expertise for situations like this, and I'm sure you've got it all well in ( Read more... )

Okay, so who out there thinks things on this ship have been way too depressing lately? I mean, we got invited to a party, but we got sent away before we got to party at all! So I have a brilliant idea. We're gonna have a party of own instead ( Read more... )

[after getting Motoko's help, Oliver is now on the shopping level. he is currently on top of the bar in one of the lounges, a pint next to him with a straw in it, as well as a plate containing a burger and chips, partially eaten. he's holding onto the sphere with both hands, but he lets it go once he's sure it's on, and it floats up above him. ( Read more... )

[yesterday, Oliver was finally able to banish his nightmare and sleep properly again, but one good night's sleep couldn't make up for all that deprivation, and he decides to take a nap the next afternoon, too tired to wait for nightfall. he takes the Doctor's suggestion, curling up on a padded bench on level 15, and falls into a peaceful sleep-- ( Read more... )

( And I just can't look // it's killing me // and taking control )

[the sphere comes above Oliver, who is lying in a tangle of blankets on the sofa in the Doctor's and TARDIS' suite. he's looking frazzled, and his eyes are open, as though he's having difficulty sleeping. heaving a sigh, he appears to give up just after the sphere has come on, and he sits up, working his way out of the blankets ( Read more... )

[the sphere comes on to show Oliver sitting on the Observation Deck, his ever-present backpack on the seat beside him. one of his hands is covered in gauze and bandages that reach past his wrist, and the strain in his expression reveals the pain he's still in. however, his determination is unmistakable]Everybody who got hurt heard the Doctor, ( Read more... )