Who: Oliver and Rae Where: The Greer Residence When: Early evening
Oliver supposed he should have been glad that police work so far in Subterranean Pleasantville was relatively boring. It gave him plenty of time to wander and keep and eye on things in-character, moreso than probably anyone else in town. The entire compound was so small that committing it to memory without looking at the map hadn't taken long. The fakeness of it nudged at him, like a low, nearly negligible constant buzzing that, if he had to put his finger on it, reminded him of a much smaller version of the feeling he got prior to a panic attack. Anxiety, but more and less at the same time. Hard to place, but always there. Every time he focused a little too hard on a tree or grass, or looked up, it would ping slightly. Instead he focused on the buildings as much as he could, and the familiar people within them, and told himself he'd get used to it.
He still wasn't sure how the situation was going to pan out, either as a group or for himself personally, but he had no doubt that most of the group was going to try. It wasn't tough to decide that he wasn't going to push any of the misogynistic bullshit of the time period on Rae any more than was minimally required. Nothing in his backstory said he was an asshole, aside from cheating on his wife with a man, but Rae herself already knew full well about him and Edwin. If anything that would make it easier. The fact that he'd been paired with Rae in general was a bit of a comfort. Admittedly, they'd only interacted a few times and didn't know one another well, but what he did know he liked.
Oliver had eaten both breakfast and lunch at the diner, and had paid full price despite Jack's protests that law enforcement should get to eat for free. He hadn't even taken advantage of the lunch special or milkshake deal, which had earned him an odd look from the blond man. He couldn't find a good way to say it in character, but Oliver knew that Jack was probably going to do his best to help out the ones who had been stuck in the lower class area of town. All of the deals he was making, and already giving out free food, it was likely to come back and bite him in the ass. Maybe They wouldn't let him purchase new supplies if he didn't turn a profit, or They'd make him fire one of his employees. Whatever it was, he was at least in a position to help make sure that the guy was earning back what he was giving away to those in less fortunate positions. It had been the same when picking up his take-out for dinner, and for a few seconds Oliver was pretty sure Jack was going to break character to berate him for not taking advantage of the milkshake deal for the second time that day. Oliver had been certain he'd gotten out of that situation cleanly until he picked up the bag, noting that it was a little heavier than it probably should have been. Jack had merely tossed him an overly cheery smile, maybe a little victorious if Oliver was being truthful, and told him to have a nice day.
As he opened the front door to the house he'd been assigned with Rae, he was certain that the smell of burgers and fries mingled with that of at least one order of onion rings he hadn't asked for. Damn Jack. "Honey, I'm home!"