Who? Oliver & OPEN Where? At the room of doors. When? Friday evening. What? Looking to help out. Status? Open, ongoing. Rating? Not sure yet.
Oliver wouldn't have said that he was happy about the situation behind the door, but it did help that he felt as though he had something to do on the island, a skill that made him useful. It stopped him from feeling like too much of a freak- well, the lack of normality on this island made him feel quite all right, anyway. He was treated much better than he had been at home. And he had all of his head! That was a definite bonus!
But he no longer needed to sleep, to eat, to do all of the little things that had passed the time as a human. He wasn't a solider, really. He wasn't equipped to be working as an emergency service in his mind, but physically- he was ideal. And he wanted to help, he really did.
He could handle long shifts, but came back after twelve hours as he was instructed.
Oliver dashed back through the door, a little dishevelled, covered in dust and what appeared to be splashes of blue paint. In his right hand, he was holding his left arm, dripping blue.
"It's going to take a hell of a lot of time to get things back in order," he commented to the first person he saw, casually screwing his arm back into place.