Who: Oscar and you!
Where: The Gym, The Lounge, going between the Dining Hall and his cabin, the chapel, the Pool
The day after the heartbreak happened, he went to see Sheehan so he could finally get some rest. He hadn't been able to all the night before, and see to his hand, which he had scraped his hand doing...nothing in particular. 

After he had spoken with the good doctor, he went to his cabin, and cleaned up. But, while he was respectful, and quiet, there was something there that was diminished. Some drank their sorrow; Oscar...tried anything but. 

He didn't let anyone into his cabin, for one, but he could be seen, even with the cats around, hopping hither and yon on the Barge. Instead, he ended up bring a cart- one that some people might know was John's cart- from the dining hall, loading meals, and going back to his cabin with the door locked. 

He did sometimes go to the Lounge, but he didn't ask for a drink. Mostly, he just sat there, quiet and miserable, away from the bar, until he could stand it no longer, and left. He did...what job he normally did at the Pool, but not with the hours of care he normally did- mostly he tried to make sure people had access and things didn't smell. He seemed to find some kind of peace at the chapel, but he didn't kneel in prayer. 

Mostly he sat quietly on one of the benches in thought. Which was...at least better then when he tried to punch out all the excess emotions on the punching bag in the Gym. Mostly he just ended up punching it until he got knocked back, was breathless, or  his knuckles were scrapped raw. 

At least he tried to clean up after himself. And, interestingly enough, avoid the visiting cats while they were here.