I Seem To Have Misplaced My Watch... [Open!]

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

Oliver Winchester was in disguise, and therefore was going to go all out this Halloween.

He'd taken the bus over to the amusement park with the rest of the younger students in his regular clothes of jeans and a t-shirt. He probably could have taken his bike over, but that would have made his next order of business a lot harder to complete, considering he had to carry something with him in order to make sure that everything went as planned.

Shortly after arriving, Oliver ducked behind a booth near the edge of the park, taking care to make sure that no one was watching. From there, he proceeded to change out of his normal school clothes into clothes that were by far more fitting of his past life. He wore a black and white suit, a bowtie, dress shoes, and, to square off the ensemble, a bowler hat. He stuffed his regular clothes into a briefcase that he'd brought the change of clothes with him in. He placed a fake handlebar moustache on his face (not original part of the outfit, but Wilbur dared him, and Oliver couldn't possibly turn that down) and straightened his clothes.

Now? It was time to take some action.

Oliver lifted his briefcase and began banging it around, to give the impression of all sorts of commotion. Then he stepped out from behind the booth, just in time for the girl working the booth, a college-aged girl in costume for the park event, to peek around the corner to see a disheveled looking young man dusting off his suit. She stared for a few moments, before Oliver turned his attention to her with a mock surprise expression (though it wasn't like she would know the difference).

"Goodness, I'm sorry! I did not know you were there! Where are my manners?"[/color] Oliver extended his hand to the girl. She met it, and Oliver began shaking her hand frantically. The girl played along, though all the while remained confused, seeing as she didn't recognize this young man as one of her coworkers...

Finally, Oliver let go of the poor girl's hand and gazed around the park, an expression of awe on his face. He turned to the girl. "Darling, what year is it?"[/color]

While the poor puzzled girl looked baffled at not only being called darling, but being asked what year it was, she replied nevertheless, temporarily losing place of her own character. "2011, of course."

Nothing could prepare her for Oliver's triumphal shout, which caused her to jump about a foot. "By jove, I've done it! I'm in the future! Thank you, darling!"[/color] With that, he strode off in the direction of the rest of the amusement park, leaving the unsuspecting girl in the dust, cleaning off her Halloween store bought monocle to make sure that she wasn't seeing things.

Oliver laughed as he walked, in character laughing at his triumph at 'time travel' but truly laughing at how much fun he was having. Normally he wasn't this forward with strangers, but he wasn't exactly portraying himself here either. He was in disguise. That made it a lot easier for him to go through the motions that he was going through. Briefcase tight at his side, Oliver decided to go up to a person he recognized from Riverdale High. If one looked closely (or knew him well), they'd likely recognize him. If they didn't, on the other hand? Who knew? Walking up to this person, Oliver adopted his act once more. "Excuse me! Excuse me! Do you have the time? I am fairly certain that this is NOT 1898..."[/color] He made sure that his voice sounded a bit harried, and that his smirk remained internal, all the while waiting for a response.



Word count: 647
To: Open!
Notes: Oliver's set. And it's up to your character whether he/she recognizes Oliver or not. Like I said, though, the better you know Oliver, the easier it would be to recognize him.

[nathandriscoll]

Since the announcement had been tacked on every school notice board, signed and dated very officially in Hanston's photocopied scrawl, Nathan had eagerly anticipated the festivities leading up to Halloween. In particular, the ten hours of uninterrupted time to gallivant around a nearly empty amusement park. The thought of no queues to languish in for hours on end, destroying valuable ride time was almost overwhelming. Hailing from Tennessee, Dollywood was the only theme park near his hometown, and it always fell a short fix for the adrenaline junkie. He had already spent tedious hours, poring over a map of the park, as he divided his time to each section as a general laying out his troops. Of course, he had yet to go over his time table with Oliver and Cindy. He had yet to mention it to them at all, something sane restraining him. Amusement parks existed for the beauty of their spontaneity. But Nathan could not help himself if he wanted to get the most out of it.

Anticipation only mounted with the addition of a dare he had challenged Oliver too, entailing that he wear a ridiculous mustache the entire ten hours around the park; which evolved to Nathan also donning facial hair, and ultimately that they would step out as though from a time machine, dressed as they would have in days and lives gone by. It was quite a brilliant bypass of the “no costumes” rule that Hanston had put in place (though Nathan had not shared with his past brother that he would also be adding a bald cap). So by eight o'clock on the night of October 29th, Nathan was already prepared, his change of and garish fake mustache tucked carefully away in an old backpack. An hour of pacing and clock-watching later, Nathan boarded the bus with his fellow students from Riverdale High, brimming with excitement for the night to come, the only dent in his happiness that he had not managed to catch the bus there with Oliver and Cindy.

Though when squealing tires pulled into a parking lot, illuminated in the festive orange glow of the millions of twinkling lights outlining the Ferris Wheel and an old wooden roller coaster, Nathan's good mood had swelled again with the prospect of surprising his past brother with his completed “costume.” And he wasted no time. Ducking into the first restroom he saw, Nathan began frantically unloading the contents of his backpack, his night's itinerary slipping out unnoticed from beneath the folds of a shirt. Quickly Nathan changed into a slightly seedy pinstripe suit. Shuffling over to the cracked, stained bathroom mirror, he examined his reflection with a slight frown, before with the sharp snap of latex, donned the bald cap. He could not help but grin in spite of himself, tucking away the last few strands of visible hair away. This was not the Wilbur he knew staring back at him, but it was something. Something distant and memorable and welcome all the same. But his face had broke into an impish smirk once he had affixed the mustache, reminiscent of Yosemite Sam, to his face. He blew on the hair, causing it to fan out in front of his face. Snorting a laugh, he took up his backpack and disappeared back into the crisp, clear night. The schedule he so tenderly comprised rustling forgotten around the empty toilets.

He had reached the arcade when he realised it was missing. With a sigh of exasperation, he turned to backtrack, before reminding himself he did not remember the last place he had seen it. Hours of work for nothing. Shaking his head frustratedly, he made a sharp right and stalked off towards an array of booths, hosting an array of games from darts to Skeeball. Nathan made for one with the latter, his mouth hanging open stupidly as he stared up at the prizes. Perhaps he could win something for Cindy, reaching for his wallet, he froze dead when a familiar voice issued behind him. Nathan bit his lip, barely containing the grin threatening to break over his face. He knew that voice so very well. Stealing a few seconds to compose himself, Nathan set his face into a ridiculous, wide-eyed look of surprise before whipping around to face his past brother. “What do you mean it's not 1898, Bub?!”

tagged; Oliver
words; 732
lyrics; demolition lovers by mcr
notes;I love moustaches

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

A lot of time had gone into planning this Halloween.

Oliver was determined to not let it go to waste. He and Wilbur (well, Nate, but...Oliver simply could not bring himself to acknowledge his past brother as Nate, at least mentally, although he was sometimes forced to do it verbally). The truth of the matter was that Halloween was one of the few times the reincarnates at Riverdale could get away with dressing in their old fashions without drawing too much extra attention. It was Halloween, after all.

Oliver knew upon approach that this was, in fact, his past brother. How could he not? Oliver knew there was no other person who knew Nate as well as he did. Cindy and Alison were close, but Cindy only knew Nate in this life. Alison knew Nate in both lives, but their life's work in their past life remained the thing that brought them together over anything else. Oliver briefly turned his attention skyward, where he could see the blinking lights of jumbo jets in the sky assorted amongst the stars. He and his brother made that possible. There was no way anyone else could compete with that sort of bond.

As Nate swirled around, Oliver became aware of just how far Nate had taken this disguise. The bald cap combined with the fake moustache caused Oliver's eyes to dance with amusement, while obvious strain showed in his face as he struggled ever harder to keep his laughter inward. Fortunately, this only served to make him look that much more elated, which fit his 'mad scientist' act to a tee. He grabbed Nate by the shoulders. "It's not 1898. I just asked a lovely woman back there...it's 2011. We've done it, Sam. We've done it! Higgenbotham and Bonebrake, time travelers extraordinaire!"[/color] It was at Oliver's suggestion that the two go so far as to adopt fake names for themselves. Jim Higgenbotham and Sam Bonebrake, two characters the brothers themselves created when putting on shadowgraph shows for their nieces and nephews. The chances of anyone at this amusement park recognizing the reference were slim to none, and it added even more to this extensive inside joke.

Best of all, taking on the alias of Jim Higgenbotham allowed Oliver to relax. Going to the park as either Oliver Winchester or Orville Wright meant that Oliver would be going to the park as himself. It meant that he'd be far less inclined to join in on as much of the fun, though not because of a lack of desire, but rather because of his own difficulty when it came to functions like this. He struggled in social situations around people he didn't know. Being Jim Higgenbotham, though, and having Wilbur there? Tonight was going to be a blast. Oliver felt a freedom he rarely ever felt. "Shall we find an escort? Someone to perhaps show us around the area?"[/color] His prankster-ish nature, usually on the down low when it came to public situations like this, was more than just peeking out. He strode over to a young man, another park employee judging by the dress, decked out in a suit to match the ones that Wilbur and Orville Oliver and Nate wore. Only difference was that the park employee's suit had gears glued on for decoration.

"You guys need any help?"

Oliver seized the man by the shoulders in much the same way that he'd seized his past brother's mere moments earlier. "So glad you asked, sir! See, my broth...friend and I just traveled here from 1898! Do you think you may be willing to show us around? What do you say?"[/color]

The young man seemed to struggle with himself before blurting out, "You're making my gears fall off."

Oliver let go of the park employee at once, glancing down at a couple of gears that had, indeed, fallen off the other young man's costume. Oopsie. "Oh my, I'm terribly sorry! Here, let me help..."[/color] Oliver bent down to pick up the gears at once. With his face hidden, he finally succumbed to a discrete fit of laughter, careful not to make too much noise. The park employee, none the wiser, looked wide eyed at Nate, waiting to see what the other supposed 'time traveler' would do.

Word count: 744
To: Open!
Notes: Oliver's set. I love moustaches too. Especially the Stache of Glory.