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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[color=7d16c7]Location:[/color]  Common Room
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color]
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	Oliver blinked at Novikova, as she seemed to finally break down from the stress of the situation, or at least from the amount of alcohol she'd poured into her body. Playing along with it, he raised his hands in the air, and said "[color=7d16c7]Guilty,[/color]" sarcastically. He was pretty sure he wasn't a Skrull, but he didn't know that of anybody else, and he thought that reasonable made him uneasy. he gave a smile at Maria, and mouthed, "[color=7d16c7]Thank you,[/color]" glad somebody was acting reasonably.

	He gave an exasperated smile in Novikita's direction. She was right, they hadn't done Secret Santa yet, and that [i]was[/i] something he was looking forward to. He had a look of pity in his eyes at her last comment though, he was worried about her. Losing your job couldn't be easy, especially here. They all seemed to be friends, so losing your job meant losing your circle, in a lot of ways. That couldn't be easy. He held a cautionary hand towards her as she drank more, hoping Maria would get that bottle out of her grip.