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[bonnypiperlad]

[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?

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Comments

[bonnypiperlad]

[Have a vaguely disgruntled sort of look Brax.] Och, no. It was just the one time, when we were stuck in the Land of...

Er, ye said I thought ye were someone else just now. Who, exactly, did I think ye were?

[collector]

[Braxiatel's half-smile gets just that little bit wider.] The Master of the Land of Fiction, I believe.

[bonnypiperlad]

[Jamie looks rather pained for a moment.] Och.

This must be one of those experiments, then. Although I don't know why anyone would want to change my face around and make me think I was in the Land of Fiction again.

[collector]

To see how it might affect you, or us?

[bonnypiperlad]

Aye, I suppose, but... [He shakes his head.] I don't care for it.

[He looks at his reflection in the mirror then, and frowns ever so slightly.] Now I've got to explain this to the Doctor, too.

[collector]

I could look into finding you a reconstructive surgeon. There are nanobots. But it will be tricky to return you to your original face, rather than work from a template.

[bonnypiperlad]

[Nanobots sound somewhat like those nanogenes that fixed his hand the one time, so he thinks they might be the same. He's not sure he heard the rest right, though.] Work from a...what sort of plate? Why?

[collector]

To reconstruct your former appearance, it would be easier to bring in a surgeon than rely on nanobots, which aren't known for seeing the bigger picture, if you'll pardon the pun.

[bonnypiperlad]

Ooh. [Jamie winces once he gets the pun. That was horrible.] You're as bad as the Doctor with those.

Can ye get a surgeon, then? I'd not mind so much if it was my real age, but...

[collector]

Not here, I'm afraid. And it would be something of a task to bring you to my reality. I don't think I want to risk the damage it could do to spacetime in my area.

[bonnypiperlad]

So I'm stuck like this.

[collector]

It may be fixable. I'll just have to find some very intelligent nanobots.

[bonnypiperlad]

Aye. Will ye let me know if ye do?

[collector]

Of course. I'll step up here and call your name.

[bonnypiperlad]

Aye. [Doesn't seem to be much more he can do for now...except for one thing.]

Braxiatel? Thank ye.

[collector]

[Braxiatel smiles, warm and distant at once] It's my pleasure, Jamie.