Three weeks ago(?)

What people really are / What we believe
Oliver - real
Sawako - real
Marta - real

Truth / Lies
Sirkka - truth
Suit Doctor - truth

What people are feeling / What people are thinking
Anonymous - feeling

Save self / Save everyone else
Isaac - everyone

World with magic / World with science
Box - science

Two weeks ago(?)

Unhappy Visions
Oliver
Brax

One week ago(?)

Got pie
Cricket Doctor
Oliver

Happy Visions
Oliver
Brax
Botta
Isaac
Donna

Unknown Time

Can go home
Damon

This will be updated as Oliver finds out more!

Title: The Ivory Maiden
Part: 7/7
Rating: PG
Word Count: 5382
Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7
One last resounding thanks to vampydirector. I never could have gotten through this without you!


After a long moment of tense silence, Oliver gave a loud gasp, staggering and putting his hands to his head. At the same time, the crowd of people in the museum let out a collective sigh and all took a step forward, as though catching their balance. Then the room erupted with sound as all the men began to look around, crying out to one another in excitement and fright. Those who had been gazing at the statue turned away with startled gasps, putting up their hands to shield their eyes from it.

( The Doctor smiled, his eyes twinkling, as he watched everyone in the room recovering.Collapse )

Title: The Ivory Maiden
Part: 6/7
Rating: PG
Word Count: 3351
Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7
Thanks yet again to my fantastic beta vampydirector, as well as to vigor_di_vita for giving me additional help on a difficult scene.


Oliver was only dimly aware of the Doctor’s exhortation. He couldn’t take his eyes off the statue--especially its face. It was beautiful. The face was that of a woman’s, with a neatly curved nose, high cheekbones, and an elegant expression. Even more alluring than those features, however, were her eyes. Her eyes seemed to bore right into him. They were full of life in a way that a statue shouldn’t be, as if it were a real woman looking at him. No, he realized--she was a real woman; he could feel her eyes on him and hear her calling to him, asking him to stay with her.

He started to agree--to tell her that she was amazing and of course he’d be glad to stay. But a thought came to him then, though it was dim and distant at first. It whispered that staying was wrong. He wasn’t supposed to be here with her; there was something else waiting for him. And someone was yelling at him--wanting his attention. Someone important. He had to...he had to what? He had to save...

No. He could hear the statue, speaking calmly and firmly in his mind, and her words felt so...right. He didn’t need to do anything. If he just stayed with her, then everything would be fine.

( But it wasn’t fine.Collapse )

Since his death on the Plane, regular-human Oliver has gained an ability! While he maintains eye contact with a person, he feels the emotions that they are feeling. Info about this is also described here.

So, my question to you is this:

☆Would Oliver be able to sense the emotions of your character?

If so, while tagging please give me an idea of what their general emotions are at the time and if, for some reason, eye contact is not possible/not happening. Thanks much!

After being invited for the first round of deathmatches, Oliver hatches a plan.

( When he first arrived back home from the Plane, Oliver checked the entire flat before he did anything else. He knew everything should be just as he’d left it last time, but he had to make sure he was alone.Collapse )

Title: The Ivory Maiden
Part: 5/7
Rating: PG
Word Count: 3691
Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7
Thanks yet again to my fantastic beta vampydirector!


Tirik could only stare in shock, mouth gaping, at the sight of Oliver and his captors--not to mention at the Doctor’s nonchalant response to it.

The Doctor, on the other hand, didn’t hesitate in the least before he strode right up next to the entourage, keeping pace with them as they went. “I see waiting at the edge of town was a bit much for you,” he remarked conversationally.

Oliver paused in his struggling, shocked. “Doctor?” He turned his head, trying to see as best he could despite the hands gripping him, and broke out in a grin at the sight of the man. “It is you! Hey, mind asking them to let me down?”

“Of course it’s me. Who else would it be?” the Doctor retorted. “And not at the moment, no. Don’t worry, they’ll let you go soon enough.”

If Oliver’s expression had been shocked before, that was nothing compared to how it looked now. “What!?”

“Was that not clear enough? I’ll try again. No, Oliver, I’m afraid I’m not going to let you down. You’ll have to wait for your friends here to do that instead.”

( Oliver gaped at him, almost too confused to speak. 'But...why?'Collapse )

Title: Fact or Fiction
Rating: G
Word Count: 3159
This takes place in an RP-verse, post-Crucible but pre-Gauntlet.

Happy (late) birthday to the wonderful vampydirector! This one's for you ♥.


“You knew that was going to happen,” Oliver accused, a bemused expression on his face that belied his words. He was sitting in a corner of their cell, relaxing against the wall and probably looking far calmer than anyone locked in a dungeon by rather angry aliens should look.

“How could I have known?” the Doctor scoffed, hunched over the cell door as he examined the lock.

“Oh, you could’ve,” Oliver insisted. “I bet the second you saw that ‘factualizer’ thingy, you thought, ‘the minute I say something about it, they’re going to throw me in the dungeon.’ And then you spoke up anyway.”

( The Doctor shot him a look accompanied by a noise to signify his disagreementCollapse )

Title: The Ivory Maiden
Part: 4/7
Rating: PG
Word Count: 4571
Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7
As always, special thanks to my wonderful beta vampydirector!


The workshop was a large room full of long tables with knives, scalpels, and chisels strewn across them and bits of different sculpting materials lying all about. There were two large chunks of material on tables that looked ready to be carved into statues, but there were also all sorts of smaller chunks and bits on the tables and floor, some of them carved into shapes of human body parts and some of them unformed or clearly broken off of something else. Everything in the room was coated in a fine white powder, making it impossible to tell if these chunks were stone or marble or some other alien material.

One table, however, was an exception to the conditions of the rest of the room. It was covered by a white tarp, which at first glance Oliver assumed was only masking the white powder that surely had to be all over it. After another look, he realized that the tarp was, in fact, meticulously clean. He guessed that meant it had been placed on the table after the latest of Pafos’ work had been completed, which seemed quite a lot of trouble to go to since her project had then been placed on top of the tarp.

This new statue was a bust of woman, in the same Greco-Roman style as the statue at the museum. The woman’s features were also idealized--all the way from her meticulously braided hair, her perfectly-formed nose, and her proud jawline down to the perfection of the top of her tunic and the hint of her breasts at the bottom of the bust. Oliver found that, the more he looked at her noble and gorgeous features, the less he wanted to look away.

( Lady Pafos stepped over toward that table, turning to smile at the Doctor and Oliver. 'Come closer,' she whispered.Collapse )