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doctor who (d1) jamie mccrimmon

[004].

[Sure seems like the forest is getting a lot of foot traffic recently, doesn't it? This time, there's rather a lot of noise echoing out from it - almost like someone is blundering around and crashing into things. And there is a perhaps familiar Scottish voice that drifts out to any passersby.]

Try to murder a McCrimmon, will ye? CREAG AN TUIRE!

[More crashing and then...silence. For a short while, anyway. After a bit, Jamie comes stumbling into view, rubbing at his eyes with his hand. It's hard to see his face because of it.]

Ungh. What happened?

[He decides to drop the hand to take a look around, and it might be evident that something's off, for Jamie now looks to be about forty or so.]

Where is everyone? Doctor? Zoe?

((OOC: Starting Jamie's experiment! If you're not one of the Doctors, and haven't decided on a character, check here and please list your choice in the subject line? Otherwise it will be randomly picked. Thanks!))

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The whats?

Give you a--Jamie! [goes behind the tree after him, wondering what in the world they're hiding from, but clearly Jamie isn't much into answering that question] Why're these robots after you, anyway?

The Yahoos. [Jamie looks skyward, as if appealing to a higher power for help.] Look, ye just told me about the Yahoos, Gulliver. Disagreeable beasties, ye said...er, well, more or less.

What Yaho--no, wait, hang on a mo'. What did you just call me? [tries to figure out if that book was even written when Jamie's from. or did he just hear him wrong?] Jamie, I think something's happened... [which is putting it gently, considering Jamie's current age]

[The book was in print when Jamie was born, so it is possible he's familiar with it. It -was- rather popular. He arches his eyebrows, looking at Oliver for a moment like his friend's gone daft.] Your name? Unless there's some other Gulliver around here I've not seen yet.

[A faint note of exasperation creeps into Jamie's voice, then.] Aye, of course something's happened. The TARDIS broke up, we all got brought here, there's white robots chasing me, and I can't find the Doctor or Zoe. I don't suppose you've seen them?

[unfortunately, Oliver's off-hand knowledge about the book--and about Jamie--isn't that specific, but he does have a feeling they may just have coincided. in any case, it's a weird name for Jamie to have changed his to] Jamie, I'm Oliver. Gulliver's a character in a book.

Wait wait, hang on, you're on the Plane. You're not in your universe right now. Don't you remember?

[he's getting the sinking feeling an experiment is afoot]

[That's a bit of a surprise, and Jamie stares for a moment before recovering his wits.] Well, aye. I know that. How do you know I'm not in my universe? It's not like I told ye about the TARDIS before now. And I know I never said anything to ye about what we had to do to get away from the lava.

Jamie, I'm Oliver. I used to travel with the Doctor--well, a different one, anyway. And none of us are in our universes on the Plane anyway.

This has gotta be an experiment. You really don't remember where you are?

Aye, of course I remember where we are. We're in a land where people from books can come to life.

[There's a bit of a look at accompanies this, best described as 'I know perfectly well you're a fictional character, Gulliver, but I'm not actually going to say it to your face'. Then, of course, the first part actually registers, and he winds up slightly confused.]

Hey...what do ye mean, "an experiment"?

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What? [just where in the world did the Doctor take him? or did the Plane make all this up?] No, we're not. We're on the Astral Plane. You know, giant hub between worlds and universes. Lots of people here. Run by a pair of odd little Twins. Experiments happen now and again. Ringing any bells?

An experiment. Something happens to somebody to make them act different or lose something or look different. [gives him a significant look] Or even think differently... [and he has a terrible feeling that's what's happened]

[At some point, Jamie would likely be happy to explain exactly how they wound up in the Land of Fiction, but right now he's just looking at Oliver blankly, as if nothing he's saying is making sense. Well, except for that one part...]

Look different? [That, unfortunately, sounds a little too familiar, even in Jamie's currently addlepated state of mind. Best to make sure.] What are ye on about?

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[he's relieved that Jamie's latched onto something, at least] Yeah, look different. Like changing people's age. I mean...not to scare you, but have you seen your face?

[You know that bad feeling you sometimes get when you have an idea something's about to go terribly bad? Yeah, Jamie's feeling that right around now.] Ah...no. No, I've not seen it recently. Why do ye ask?

[and therefore so is Oliver. he frowns, torn as to what to do, but he doesn't think it's fair to Jamie not to tell him. reaches into his pocket to withdraw his black datapad. it's made of reflective material, similar to the iPods of his native time, so even though it won't offer the best image, it will reflect] Just remember, it's an experiment, so it's temporary, okay? [offers him the datapad]

Temporary? Gulliver, what are ye... [Whatever he's going to say trails off as he catches sight of his reflection, and a rather dismayed expression appears.]

Och, no, not again!

[He brings his hands up, pinching and pulling at his face as if making sure the lines and wrinkles are really there.]

Aye, that's just great. First they change it completely and now they make me look like an old man.

[Well, middle-aged, but who's counting?]

[either way, that wasn't the reaction he was expecting] Wait, you mean this's happened before?

[And that wasn't the reaction -Jamie- was expecting, as he remembers quite clearly Gulliver actually having seen his other face.] Do ye not remember? Ye came upon us here before, when my face was different the first time.

Jamie, you haven't been in an experiment before. We're not... [he's not sure how to say this--and certainly not how to make Jamie believe it] I don't think we're where you think we are.

Don't be daft. Where else would we be but here? [He holds up a hand to forestall any argument.] Aye, I know, we're supposedly on this Plane. I don't know what they did to ye to make ye think that, Gulliver, but it can't be good.

[He strokes his chin for a moment, thinking.] Maybe the Doctor would know how to fix it.

[now that he can agree with] Great idea! We should find him. [looks around] I wonder where he'd be...

Right. Come on, then. [Jamie is not thinking where the Doctor is, no. Jamie is going for 'let's wander off in a seemingly random direction now', should Oliver wish to try and catch up with him. Sorry, Oliver.]

Whoa, Jamie! Wait up! [hurries after him, hoping they get lucky enough to come across the Doctor...wherever it is Jamie's headed toward]

[Jamie appears to be headed towards the Theatre at a rather brisk pace. He does slow down to allow Oliver time to catch up.] All right, but hurry up, aye? If they've left the Labyrinth I don't know where they'd be.

The... Jamie, what does that look like to you? [gestures at the theatre]

Hey? [Jamie turns back to look at Oliver, somewhat confused.] A wall with a door in it. It's the entrance to the Labyrinth. Why?

Whatever you say... [he gets the impression Jamie wouldn't listen to him anyway] Let's find the Doctor in the...uh...labyrinth, then!

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