[006].

[bonnypiperlad]

[Stumbling onto the Plane is what, at first glance, appears to be a new arrival - a shorter man with rumpled hair, wearing an equally rumpled coat that is too large for him, checked trousers and a bow-tie. One hand is currently clutching at his head, and his eyes are closed as if in pain.]

Ooh, my head...

[The man opens his eyes slowly, squinting a little as if not sure what to expect. But when he sees where he is, he visibly relaxes and starts to head towards the kitchen. Apparently, he knows exactly where to go. However, he stops after a few steps and looks somewhat confused. Something doesn't feel right.]

Hey?

[He glances down at the trousers that he didn't have on a few minutes ago, then starts patting at various bits of clothing. His fingers grasp the bow-tie, tugging at it experimentally. Almost as if that's switched a light on in his head, he starts to feel at his face - slowly at first, then with increasing agitation as he goes over features that, while quite familiar, don't belong on his face. For a moment, he looks rather alarmed, then frowns deeply.]

Och, no. Not this again! You would think they would have gotten tired of this by now.

[It sounds like something Jamie would say...except the voice is lacking his normal Scottish accent. Instead, he sounds like, well, Two.]

Does anyone have a mirror?

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[ephemeral-day.livejournal.com]

[the moment Olivia spots the apparent new arrival, she starts heading toward him, ready to greet him and help him out. however, she hesitates when he does. she watches him for a moment more, curious and confused, before she starts uncertainly toward him again] Hey...uh...is something wrong?

[ooc: Temporary stand-in for oliverplus!]

[bonnypiperlad]

Aye, I'll say there is. [Jamie - for it is Jamie - is pulling a face, which doesn't quite work the same way with Two's facial features as it does on his own. However, while the face feels different, he's not entirely positive that it's not the Plane playing tricks on him.]

I'll not be sure, though, until I can see what they've done to me. You wouldn't happen to have something on you that I can use to look at my face, would you?

[ephemeral-day.livejournal.com]

Ah...no, sorry. [on top of living on the Plane for about the last month, she's had to borrow clothing again, which is a sure way to keep someone from carrying much in their pockets]

[but after seeing the man's previous display and now being asked about a mirror, she's getting a sinking feeling she knows what's wrong here] Is...something wrong with your face, too? I could describe it, maybe. If you want?

[bonnypiperlad]

I think there is, yes. [He's got a sinking feeling about this as well, just from his quick explorations. And the fact that he's wearing the wrong clothes, too. It doesn't occur to him that he could check Two's pockets, either.]

Could...could you? It might help.

[ephemeral-day.livejournal.com]

Well, um... [it's a bit hard to know what to say since she doesn't know who she's actually talking to] You're sort of...a little old. Your face is...well, no offense, but like Droopy. You know, the cartoon? And you've got dark hair in a Beatles cut. And a bow tie, and--well, you can probably see the rest. Does that help?

What's your name?

[bonnypiperlad]

Droopy? [He looks very puzzled by that for a moment, then shakes his head.] Aye, if you say so.

[The description is all too familiar, though, and he sighs.] I'm Jamie. Jamie McCrimmon. Who would you be, then?

[ephemeral-day.livejournal.com]

[her eyes widen] Jamie!? Ohhh wow! [she can't help it; she grins, shaking her head in amusement] What happened? Who is that?

[but the grin freezes there] I...I'm Ollie.

[bonnypiperlad]

[Jamie is considerably less amused, and is making faces again.] I don't know what happened! But I...

[He's about to explain the Second Doctor to this lassie when she gives her name, and he stops and just stares at her for a moment.]

Ollie? Wait, ye mean you're...Oliver?

[ephemeral-day.livejournal.com]

[makes a face. she knows why no one recognises her, but from her point of view, it's still very odd--and a tiny bit hurtful] Yeah. I mean, I'm Olivia. I...don't remember being him. It's weird.

[bonnypiperlad]

You don't remember... [softly] I'm sorry.

[First that thing with the chemical and then this. It strikes Jamie as being rather unfair.]

Aye, well, at least they've not gone and made you look like your Doctor.

[ephemeral-day.livejournal.com]

[smiles wryly] It's all right. I'm not sure I'd like remembering much better. At least this way I still feel like I'm me.

[busts out laughing at that thought] No, thank god! I can't imagine what that would be like! I'd be all sort of... [flicks her hands out from her face in an imitation of his curls and widens her eyes for a second, grinning with all her teeth showing] I couldn't take myself seriously!

[curiously] Is that who that is? Is that your Doctor?

[bonnypiperlad]

If what you say is true, then, aye. That is my Doctor.

[His face lights up in realization, and he starts rummaging through what he finds to be surprisingly deep pockets.] Hey, maybe the Doctor has a mirror in here, somewhere...

[His fingers close around something and he pulls out...a small white bag, which may look familiar to Olivia.] Well, that's not it. [He goes to put it back, then thinks better of it and offers the bag out.] Sweet?

[ephemeral-day.livejournal.com]

Oh, Jamie... [frowns, not really sure what to say] I'm sorry. That must be...really...weird.

[but she smiles when she sees that bag. reaches into the satchel she's carrying, withdrawing an identical white bag and holding it out for Jamie to see] The Doctor--the pinstripe one--is my Doctor right now. He had one, too.

[bit_impossible]

[the Doctor didn't quite catch Jamie's full lament, so while he heads over to who he thinks is a previous self, the ends of his long scarf always staying juuuust out of the way of his leather booted feet, he takes advantage of his loud, deep voice and says, with a hint of amusement in his tone:] Oh no, now you're here as well? At least you're not the one with the brolly, though he'd have probably planned it in some way... Well, Jamie will be pleased to see you anyway! Oh! [he stops, holding a hand up] Nearly forgot, you wanted that mirror...

[he trails off, starting to fish around in his pockets. he's trying to remember if he did carry a mirror with him back when he was this particular self]

[bonnypiperlad]

[Jamie looks up, and frowns at what sounds like a rather nonsensical question.] Of course I'm here. Where else would I be right now?

[He has no idea what he means by 'the one with the brolly' either, but does pick up on his own name. Which means that this person knows the Doctor somehow...at least, if his suspicions are correct. That mirror would really help matters, if the person actually can find one. But how does this person know who Jamie is? He doesn't look at all familiar to the Scot.]

Wait! How do you know who I am?

[bit_impossible]

[he shrugs, pulling a face.] Well, same reason I was, I suppose--which, unfortunately, I don't know.

[his eyebrows raise] Why wouldn't I? I'd know that face anywhere! I'd had it eight incarnations ago. [he smiles] Hello, Doctor.

[bonnypiperlad]

[He thought that might be the case, but he's still dismayed to have it confirmed - and it shows.] But...but...I'm not the Doctor!

[Given what the other man's just said, Jamie's pretty sure he knows who he is, even if he's still trying to figure out which one in particular. He points a finger at the other man, then gestures at himself.] You're the Doctor. I'm Jamie.

[bit_impossible]

[he sighs and groans, completely misunderstanding what poor Jamie has tried to tell him, and theatrically tosses his arms in the air] Oh brilliant, your first day here and you've been made to think you're your friend! Not exactly your best first day, huh?

[bonnypiperlad]

Look, I don't know what you're on about. I've been here for months! I've not seen you before, though... [Maybe that's why. Jamie studies the Doctor for a moment before coming up with what he thinks is the solution.]

Hmm. You do look a wee bit like what Oliver said his Doctor looked like, with that hair.

[Although, the Doctor did say eight incarnations, didn't he? That doesn't quite make sense, and Jamie tilts his head, looking a bit puzzled.] Hey...which Doctor did you say you were, again?

[bit_impossible]

[he frowns and leans in very close, peering at the man before him] That can't be right. I would've seen you! But... [he trails away, his sentence escaping from him. something is definitely off]

Oh! Of course, stupid Doctor. You really meant it when you said you were Jamie, didn't you?

[bonnypiperlad]

[And Jamie-as-Two folds his arms against his chest, looking rather annoyed.]

Aye, I did. Don't you have some sort of thing that lets you know when there's another one of you around, anyway?

[bit_impossible]

[he waves a hand impatiently] No, I don't have a little detector that starts beeping whenever one of my other selves appear. It'd be going off all the time, all my luck!

[but he suddenly grins and claps Two!Jamie on the shoulder] Anyway, why the long face? It could be much worse!

[bonnypiperlad]

[Two!Jamie looks somewhat puzzled. Wouldn't you know if another version of yourself was nearby? It is you, after all. After a moment, though, he shakes his head and forgets about the notion. No sense in worrying about it.]

Aye? How? You do realize that you're stuck as me right now, back in my world?

[bit_impossible]

[he pays no mind to that puzzled expression. he has ways of knowing, but the sheer surprise of seeing his second incarnation there overwhelmed that for a bit--besides, there's no greater proof than seeing it with one's own eyes.]

Am I? [he looks thoughtful as he ponders this] Well...I'd always wondered what it was like to wear a kilt...

[bonnypiperlad]

Och, would you be serious, Doctor? What if we never switch back? Then what happens?