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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.

Tag in if you'd like Oliver to visit you! Prose-style or action tags are fine; just tag in the way you feel like playing.



"Samwise! Don't go under there!"

Oliver had learned a long time ago that "getting lost" and "going somewhere in the TARDIS" were basically synonymous, so he'd long since given up on getting annoyed when it happened. Instead, he usually just looked at it as another adventure to conquer--plus, you never knew what sort of cool things you might find in the meantime. And that was all well and good when he was alone, but this time he'd made the mistake of bringing one of his pets along. Watching a dwarf rabbit run off to be lost in the TARDIS was not the sort of adventure he'd had in mind for today.

He crouched down by the random large machine that was sitting by one of the walls of a room that otherwise appeared to be some sort of study. Aside from the hulking metal contraption, the room was lined with comfortable sofas and armchairs, the lighting coming from lamps on sidetables. Fancy rugs were scattered about on the polished wooden floor, although the area around the machine was bare aside from some telltale scuff marks. And while the space underneath the machine was large enough for a rabbit to fit, Oliver doubted he could even get one of his hands in there. "Come on, come out! I'll get you some nice greens?"

As he leaned down to look under the machine, he just caught sight of a furry ball shooting out and across the room. "Samwise!" He jumped to his feet, realising now that he'd been so intent on the rabbit that he hadn't even thought to close the door to the study when he came in. And, of course, he pet was making straight for it. Oliver ran after him, hoping to grab the door and shut it before Samwise could reach it and disappear into the corridor. It was going to be a close thing. He grabbed at the side of the door--

--and missed. Oliver skidded to a stop, almost falling over in his surprise. Because it was immediately apparent that he hadn't simply missed in his grab--the door wasn't there anymore. The study wasn't either, nor was the familiar hum of the TARDIS.

"What...?" Oliver breathed, looking around him in confusion. "Where am I?"

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[hypospraying]

Where he had ended up was onboard the flagship of the United Federation of Planets, the Enterprise. Pristine white halls and shiny black floors wouldn't make that fact immediately apparent, however.

What would make that fact apparent was the familiar figure who was walking down the hall on her way to her Alpha shift. Christine was in her Head Nurse's uniform, a short blue dress with cap sleeves and knee high black boots. Her hair was pulled up in a high bun and she was wearing dangling earrings made of jevonite, her standard look for any normal working day.

She would have simply passed by without even paying attention to him, but as he wasn't wearing a Starfleet issued uniform, she glanced over and proceeded to do a double take.

"Oliver?" she exclaimed in shock. "W-What are you doing here?"

[oliverplus]

Oliver turned at the voice and proceeded to stare back at Christine, surprised--and relieved--to see her. "Christine!" He smiled, but at her question, he shook his head. "I don't know!" he cried, gesturing widely as he attempted to explain. "I was on the TARDIS, and then all of a sudden I was just--" But he stopped short, first looking around them, then back at Christine. His gut reaction had been to assume that she'd been brought to wherever this was too, but he realised now that she didn't look out of place here. Maybe... "Wait! Waitwaitwait! Is this your ship!?"

[hypospraying]

Looking around at his exclamation, she was relieved to see no one else was around. This was bad, very bad. People didn't just appear on the ship without authorization. And they came onboard in the transporter room!

"Yeah, this is the Enterprise. Look, I'm glad to see you, believe me, but you're not supposed to be here, and as far as I know, no one else here knows about the Plane. They'd probably see accessing it as a breach in security, and because I can't help or predict what happens, I could be grounded. So you really can't be here."

[sosweet]

It was midday. A Greek temple was standing magnificent at the sunlight, white, beautiful and complete since the Ancient Times. Oliver could notice a staircase behind him and an entrance with pillars at the front, located behind two wings on each side.

Suddenly, there was the sound of heeled footsteps. Saga came out of said entrance with a tired expression on his face as he was rubbing his eyelids with his fingertips. Then... he looked at the boy before him... and took him a moment to process his thoughts just to realize it was Oliver. The Saint's emerald eyes widened for a couple of seconds and he frowned upset.

"Oliver."

[oliverplus]

On his second trip, Oliver was still startled to appear unexpectedly in a new place, but he recovered much more quickly. He immediately began looking around, taking in the buildings to try to work out whose world this was. After all, since the last place had been Christine's world, he had a feeling the new one would belong to someone on the Plane as well. And, realising that those temples looked Greek, he started to grin in excitement. Could it really be...?

When Saga approached him, that grin just widened. "Saga!" He waved in greeting. "Is this your temple? It's amazing!"

[sosweet]

Well. He wasn't that pleased...

Saga grabbed Oliver by the arm and led him to the next pillar, mildly knocking the boy's back against a pillar. The Gemini's face was a mix between nuisance and worry.

"Why are here? Don't be so reckless showing yourself at the entrance."

[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.

The tvs, hanging from the walls and ceilings, were muted. Large, wicked hooks were through them, leaving the screens cracked and half shattered. Every single one of them played either what seemed to be music videos of the band or just simple news programs.

To top it off, pretty much the entire band was hanging out. It was what they did. Nathan was playing some racing arcade game. Pickles was standing on the tips of his toes trying to watch over Nathan's shoulder. Murderface was rambling a little about some conspiracy theory to the two of them. Toki was across the room at a computer, watching youtube videos with headphones on, giggling every so often. Skwisgaar in the hot tub, quietly playing his guitar.

"Fucking bullshit! I was totally in first place!"

Nathan glared at the screen. He totally should have won that race. Fucking AI cars rear ending him and making him spin out.

[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.

[lamb_of_gold]

The next location may have striken Oliver as familiar. The same white marble, the same salty air, and the same hot, white sun. Perhaps not quite the same place exactly, but not far.

Perhaps the only real difference between this place and Saga's reality, was that now? It was silent.

The temple before him was in some state of disrepair. Not so bad as to have been dangerous, but the debris around the threshold of the temple was enough to prompt someone to watch their steps. However, it certainly looked a fair deal cooler in the shade...

[oliverplus]

Oliver did recognise it right away. For a second, he thought he'd been sent back to Saga's reality, but it was quickly apparent that this was different. It was quieter--sadder. Beautiful, but clearly having suffered more wear and less recent care. But whose temple was this? There were a few Saints on the Plane that Oliver knew of.

He started carefully up toward the threshold, debating if he should call out or not. Saga had made it clear that outsiders weren't welcome here, and he had a feeling it would cause real trouble if someone who wasn't on the Plane found him first. So with that in mind, he stayed silent but watchful as he made his way toward the temple.

[lamb_of_gold]

The guardian met him halfway, melting away from the shadows that cloaked the inside of the temple.

Mu, in his plainclothes, seemed somewhat surprised.

"Oliver?"

[punkblaze]

Eithan was very fortunate that while he was on the run in one realm, he was completely and totally safe in the other. He took advantage of this often.

Renhold, a city in the realm of Tharia, was a quiet little suburb town, and one of Eithan's favorite places to come and relax. He had friends in the city proper, and at the end of the day, he was more than content to spend his time in one of the unused public parks at the outskirts. The swing set was an especially nice place to sit at sunset, and that's exactly where he was.

And that's when Oliver popped up in front of him.

"Holy shi-!!" Eithan fell out of the swing. He almost hit the ground, but he caught himself and stumbled backward instead, staring, wide-eyed. "Whoa! Hey, you okay?"

Really, how many more people were just going to pop in on his reality like this...?

[oliverplus]

"Whoa, sorry!" Oliver reflexively took a step forward to catch Eithan, but he was glad to see him catch himself instead. Oliver felt a little bad; he hadn't meant to scare him--not that he'd had any control over the sudden change of scenery, of course.

"Ah, yeah. I'm fine. I just keep appearing in different worlds is all." Scratching his head, he gave Eithan a sheepish smile. He wished he could give him a better explanation, but that already pretty well summed up everything he knew about what was happening. He started to look around instead, taking in the quiet park. It was certainly a different sort of place from Mu's temple. "This is pretty."

[punkblaze]

"Appearin' in different...? So you didn't mean to come here?" Eithan blinked, surprised. The last insta-visitor he had from the plane had dropped hints that he'd intentionally traveled to each world, looking for something. Well, maybe this visit wasn't related to the last visit...

He smiled at Oliver's final comment, nodding. "Yeah, it's pretty great. I came out here to think for a bit before I head home." He turned to sit in his swing again, and waved a hand toward the other swing, a gesture for Oliver to sit if he felt like it.

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

The first thing greeting Oliver was a white-dressed soldier with a blade thrust through his stomach. He made a pained face and gurgled the last of his life as he fell to his knees. Behind him was Asch, ever the shadow of death, his foot braced against the man's back so that he could pull out his sword.

He hesitated to sheathe his sword. "Oliver?" His voice was thick with disbelief, perhaps a bit higher since he was caught off guard. "What are you doing here?!"

Well, this looked bad, didn't it?

Surrounding them were grassy plains, and in the distance a plateau of some sort. The sky was a bright, clear blue, and the iridescent Fonbelt was visible in the sky.

There were also three other dead soldiers, but that was beside the point.

[oliverplus]

Oliver was not at all expecting the sight that greeted him when he arrived in Auldrant. In fact, he was so stunned that all he could do was take a few stumbling steps back and hope that maybe this time he was dreaming. But it couldn't be a dream, could it? There was a dead man at his feet, bleeding away on the ground, and he could smell it, and weren't smells supposed to be missing from dreams? Even so, he hoped it was a dream because the alternative was that he had appeared just in time to see someone be killed, and he didn't want to believe that. He could already feel the guilt welling up inside him at the very thought.

It was a moment before he registered Asch's presence, and when he did notice his friend, it just made the nightmare worse. Because there was Asch, who had taken care of Oliver when the Plane had turned him into a child and who had helped to save him from his harpoon injuries, except this time Asch had been splashed with blood and had dead men at his feet. It was too much to take in all at once. Oliver couldn't seem to do anything except stare in horror. Vaguely, he noticed that Asch had asked him something, but he'd missed it. And in any case, there was only one word he could force out through his shock, though it came out soft and choked and horrified.

"...why?"

[guyexplains.livejournal.com]

"Whoa! ....You're in Daath." Was the rather confused answer from a young blond man dressed in rather nice clothing. Standing next to him were several knights in what might be a familiar white uniform--more white, without the bloodstains from sword wounds inflicted by Asch.

The knights looked at the blond, and the blond shrugged a little, finishing the gesture of handing a sealed and be-ribboned document over to them.

"You should probably get that to Treitheim." Guy suggested amiably. The men in uniform hesitated, saluted, and moved on, obviously reluctant to move from the scene.

"So." The remaining man, the blond, watched the knights to be sure they were gone. "Welcome to Daath. That was an interesting entrance. Travel like that often?"

His voice was friendly enough, but he was taking it all a little too calmly to be normal.

[oliverplus]

Oliver just blinked at the unfamiliar man surrounded by other men in white uniforms. He was too disoriented by his sudden trip to yet another new location to do anything else at first. But as he noticed the other observers, he had to hold back a gasp. He knew those uniforms! While they spoke with the young man who seemed to be in charge, Oliver concentrated on trying very hard not to show that he'd recognised them--though he wasn't sure what he should look like, considering he'd just popped out of nowhere.

Thankfully, the men in uniform left almost immediately, leaving Oliver with the young bloke who seemed to be in charge--who was asking him questions, at that. "Uh..." With his mind racing, Oliver tried to come up with something to say that would help the situation rather than make it worse. Obviously he was on the same world as Asch's, but it couldn't be Asch's again...could it? Even if it was, he'd clearly left and gone somewhere very different from the grassy plains where Asch was. He wondered if that meant someone else from the Plane would be here. Or maybe it was Asch's world and no one was here?

Oliver's first instinct at that thought was to mention he knew Asch; it would at least give him the semblance of having a reason to be there. However, remembering that those men in white had been wearing the uniforms of the men Asch had killed, he thought better of it. Unfortunately, he didn't have any other good ideas for how to be subtle. So much for that.

"It's...uh...new for me," Oliver replied to the man's question. Honesty always came easiest to him, and if he didn't have any other good ideas, why not? "Hey, weird question, but is this Old...Auld...um...Auldren? No, that's not it. Auld-rent? Um...Auld..." He waved a hand, struggling to remember the name.

[clinical]

When there was a loud thud in the office, Jade did not bother looking up from his work. Instead he said, "Your Majesty, I realise that not all of us can be as industrious and devoted to our duties as I am, but I'm sure your Cabinet would—" No. Wait. The presence wasn't obnoxious enough. Jade looked up.

"In Malkuth, it's traditional to knock before entering. However, I can give a certain amount of leeway to foreigners. That won't stop me from needing to arrest you for the breach of military secrecy, of course, but no hard feelings between friends."

[oliverplus]

First, Oliver was startled by landing in yet another world. Second, he was startled by being referred to as "Your Majesty." In fact, for one very confused instant he wondered if he'd been sent to an extremely twisted alternate universe. Then he realised that Jade just hadn't looked at him at first, which was comforting. He wasn't sure how he would have handled even pretending to be royalty. But unfortunately that was the point when he was startled for a third time.

"What!? I didn't hear anything!" he cried, staring at Jade and trying to gauge if he was being serious. Right now, he really wished he knew him better.

[Location: Camelot]

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

Although it was still early when Oliver arrived in Camelot, the summer sun had already warmed up the sand coloured stones of the castle and forced Guinevere to discard her heavy cloak. She was carrying a bucket of water - which she almost spilled in her shock - across the courtyard when he appeared.

"Oliver?"

She glanced frantically around, but it seemed that his arrival - something that would have been taken as a sure sign of sorcery - had gone unnoticed. These days, the people of Camelot were busy with their own concerns.

"It's all right, they haven't seen you," she said with breathless relief, grabbing his arm to pull him out of sight. "What are you doing in Camelot?"

[oliverplus]

Oliver had barely had a chance to take in the world around him before Gwen grabbed him and started dragging him after her. "Whoa, what's wrong?" he hissed, getting the distinct impression that shouting would be a bad idea in the current circumstances. He hurried the way she was pulling, though, as it was obviously important that he do so.

At her question, he could only shake his head. "I keep showing up on different worlds. I can't go to the Plane or home or anything! It must be some sort of experiment. Sorry, Gwen."

But then her words fully connected through his surprise, and his eyes widened. "Wait. I'm on Camelot!? Oh god, you're from Camelot!" He couldn't help the excitement in his tone, his voice growing a bit louder than he'd meant it to. He was in the legendary Camelot!

[Location: Gallifrey]

[anoblesavage.livejournal.com]

In the old days, Leela had always taken the time to watch the suns setting on Gallifrey. Not any more. She could not see the suns, any more than she could see the red grass that she felt between her bare toes or watch the silver leaves flutter in the same breeze that tugged at her hair.

She patrolled the winding corridors of the Capitol late into the night, searching for the hidden dangers that were sure to come. The planet was as beautiful as ever, even in the aftermath of a vicious civil war, but Leela was restless. Romana and her few friends on Gallifrey were all that she had left.

Except for her friends on the Plane, of course. But she had not expected to hear any of their familiar voices here.

"... Oliver?"

[oliverplus]

Appearing in a dark room was definitely not Oliver's favourite thing, especially when he had absolutely no idea what world--or even what sort of world--it was on. He was startled enough already that he jumped rather spectacularly at the voice, quite as surprised as Leela was. It took him a second to realise who it was. "Leela!?" he called. "Where are we?"

It was a reflexive question to ask when you were in the dark. Considering where he'd been appearing up until now, he at least knew that Leela being here meant he was on her world--but he gasped as the realisation hit him. He knew what Leela's world was. "Is this...is this Gallifrey!?"