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[bonesandskin]

Who: Oliver and whoever's in the mood
When: Day 65
Where: In and around town
What: Ollie just needs to get out and about. Anybody who'd like to run into him is more than welcome.

He's tired of being cooped up in his attic and he can't stand to sit still for very long anywhere else in the house with the way that the quiet ticking of the clock grows ever louder in his ears, echoing in his skull. Reasonably, Oliver knows that he isn't being watched from there. The strategically placed cameras to which he's slowly beginning to grow accustomed are a blatant reminder of that. But still. Old habits.

It still hurts a bit to walk but he has otherwise mostly healed from his battles prior to arriving in this town. Walking (or limping) around the place, he supposes, will not only help to clear his head but is probably also good for rehabilitating his injury. So, early in the morning, he tugs his flat cap down a bit to block the rising sun from his eyes and begins. He has half a mind to drop in on Charles at some point in the day but that is about as close as he gets to having any purpose save shaking off his restlessness.

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sorry about gabriel, he's a berk

[hung_garian]

Unfortunately for Oliver, Gabriel's out and about too. Even worse, now that he's no longer human, he's obnoxiously chipper and frankly he's abusing his powers. It's understandable, in a way; he's not used to being weak and human and powerless, so he's making the most of being nigh-omnipotent again, but nevertheless it's more than a little irritating.

Perhaps if he kept to himself, it wouldn't be so bad... so of course, he does the opposite. When he sees Oliver limping along, he considers it his civic duty to go and try to cheer him up. Or, more likely, to amuse himself at Oliver's expense, but he figures it's close enough.

"Howdy, stranger. Nice hat. Very, uh, farmer-chic."

[bonesandskin]

Oliver raises his eyebrows. He has no particular inclination toward wariness at the moment, though he's still getting used to the idea that speaking with strangers is a perfectly normal activity. Back home, it was always a worry that any stranger could be reporting every word back to someone far more dangerous than themselves.

"Is it?" He smooths the top of the cap out of habit, as if brushing something away. "Having never seen a farm myself, I wouldn't know."

[hung_garian]

"No? Keep it that way, if you can. They're boring and they smell bad... kinda like my brother."

A casual grin, intended to be disarming - he almost certainly doesn't mean it, and joking's generally a good way to get a friendly conversation going, right? It's that or lie, in Gabriel's experience-- or, well, definitely lie and probably joke too, generally at someone else's expense, which may explain why he doesn't have a lot of friends. Still, Oliver doesn't need to know what a dick he actually is, not just yet.

"So, who're you?"