victoria waterfield (
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realityshifted2012-07-04 04:56 am
✒ oo2 | [012]
( a young woman pops up on the Plane, shortly followed by a rather well known Scot. Victoria is looking rather pale and flushed and Jamie appears to be following her. )
( hands touching her cheeks, Victoria, flustered, begins to walk along the Plane — unsure of where she’s really headed at present. one thing is for certain, despite her flushed state she appears to be rather cross. ) How could you let that happen, Jamie McCrimmon!?!
[Jamie trails after, not entirely happy looking himself.] Look, how was I supposed to know that would happen? That woman’d not said anything other than we needed to say the blessing if we wanted to eat! Who told ye to take us over there, anyway?
( spinning on her heel, having halted in her bitter walk, she folds her arms over her chest and puffs her cheeks for a brief moment before bothering to answer him. ) You should have known that something was going to happen because something always happens when we travel with the Doctor! ( she stamped her foot childishly, although she did have a point, something always did happen with that silly old man. )
I don’t know, it was just one of the gentleman at the party. I didn’t ask him for his name, he just seemed to want to help me with — ( her cheeks redden significantly. she almost revealed that she’d been jealous of his attention onto the other ladies there. ) — w, well clearly he had gotten the wrong idea!
Hey! The Doctor wasn’t even there at the time!
[Which could have very well been part of the problem, at least in this case. He likely would have stopped them before it was too late. But he doesn’t point that out, instead focusing on the other person mentioned - and by the way his lips press together, he noticed a few things as well.]
What, that one that looked like he’d lost half his outfit somewhere? Aye, I bet he wanted to help ye with something. Are ye sure he’d not wanted to spirit ye off to the tables himself?
No, but he’d brought us there in the first place, you great idiot! ( had the Doctor been with them at the party, she wouldn’t have to deal with this ridiculous situation and likely wouldn’t be shouting insults at the boy she cared so deeply for. )
Oh — ( with that she rolls her eyes, folding her arms tighter still with a scoff ) Yes, because you weren’t losing yourself into the near bare chests of the girls there, Jamie McCrimmon! ( the excessive use of his full name only shows just how irate she really is, not to mention rather clearly jealous of where his gaze had apparently been. ) Nonsense! He told me to bring you to the table, not asked if I should like to join him. Stop being such an ignoramus!
An ignor... [Oh, she would trot out a word like that. Rather predictably, his mouth pulls off to one side.] Look, how was I supposed to not notice something like what those lassies were wearing? I seem to recall we’ve had that type of conversation before. And, besides, it’s not as though I was married to ye at the time, now was I...Mrs. McCrimmon?
If you can look at the lassies, then I can look at the laddies. ( except she would forever deny even glancing at them, and despite having done so, her gaze would then fall to the ground because of how indecent it was for them to have been dressed in such a manner in the first place. )
I— ( whatever her retort was, it’s lost when he uses his family name at her. she goes through an awkward mixture of both losing color and then blushing furiously. ) That— It wasn’t— We’re not married!! ( no proper ceremony, no proper romancing beforehand. no, oh no. she refuses to see it as a true wedding, despite how very real it is. )
( ooc; this is a result of a trip via the TARDIS gone wrong, resulting with these lugheads being marriedobviously. the arguing will continue in the comments, but, feel free to threadjack should you like. )
( hands touching her cheeks, Victoria, flustered, begins to walk along the Plane — unsure of where she’s really headed at present. one thing is for certain, despite her flushed state she appears to be rather cross. ) How could you let that happen, Jamie McCrimmon!?!
[Jamie trails after, not entirely happy looking himself.] Look, how was I supposed to know that would happen? That woman’d not said anything other than we needed to say the blessing if we wanted to eat! Who told ye to take us over there, anyway?
( spinning on her heel, having halted in her bitter walk, she folds her arms over her chest and puffs her cheeks for a brief moment before bothering to answer him. ) You should have known that something was going to happen because something always happens when we travel with the Doctor! ( she stamped her foot childishly, although she did have a point, something always did happen with that silly old man. )
I don’t know, it was just one of the gentleman at the party. I didn’t ask him for his name, he just seemed to want to help me with — ( her cheeks redden significantly. she almost revealed that she’d been jealous of his attention onto the other ladies there. ) — w, well clearly he had gotten the wrong idea!
Hey! The Doctor wasn’t even there at the time!
[Which could have very well been part of the problem, at least in this case. He likely would have stopped them before it was too late. But he doesn’t point that out, instead focusing on the other person mentioned - and by the way his lips press together, he noticed a few things as well.]
What, that one that looked like he’d lost half his outfit somewhere? Aye, I bet he wanted to help ye with something. Are ye sure he’d not wanted to spirit ye off to the tables himself?
No, but he’d brought us there in the first place, you great idiot! ( had the Doctor been with them at the party, she wouldn’t have to deal with this ridiculous situation and likely wouldn’t be shouting insults at the boy she cared so deeply for. )
Oh — ( with that she rolls her eyes, folding her arms tighter still with a scoff ) Yes, because you weren’t losing yourself into the near bare chests of the girls there, Jamie McCrimmon! ( the excessive use of his full name only shows just how irate she really is, not to mention rather clearly jealous of where his gaze had apparently been. ) Nonsense! He told me to bring you to the table, not asked if I should like to join him. Stop being such an ignoramus!
An ignor... [Oh, she would trot out a word like that. Rather predictably, his mouth pulls off to one side.] Look, how was I supposed to not notice something like what those lassies were wearing? I seem to recall we’ve had that type of conversation before. And, besides, it’s not as though I was married to ye at the time, now was I...Mrs. McCrimmon?
If you can look at the lassies, then I can look at the laddies. ( except she would forever deny even glancing at them, and despite having done so, her gaze would then fall to the ground because of how indecent it was for them to have been dressed in such a manner in the first place. )
I— ( whatever her retort was, it’s lost when he uses his family name at her. she goes through an awkward mixture of both losing color and then blushing furiously. ) That— It wasn’t— We’re not married!! ( no proper ceremony, no proper romancing beforehand. no, oh no. she refuses to see it as a true wedding, despite how very real it is. )
( ooc; this is a result of a trip via the TARDIS gone wrong, resulting with these lugheads being married

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Then choose another planet and another wise man to help you.
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You see, I have no proof of the vows we took in order to have any other man of wisdom reverse them. There isn't anything to show for it. No marriage license and no wedding bands. Just the common knowledge that it happened, so there isn't any real method they could break the bonds that were forged by those peoples' silly god.
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Do you think so?
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I don't know, though. That priestess seemed very sure about what she was doing. Remember, she said that thing about our auras? Whatever that was supposed to mean.
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I'm getting the distinct feeling that you want to be married to me, Jamie.
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Now, look, I'm not saying that. I'm just thinking that it might not be as simple as everyone seems to believe. What if there was something more to it than just vows?
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[Although Jamie seemed considerably more keen on the idea than Victoria.]
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( she glances to Leela )
She is right, though. No one can force our marriage.
( ...apart from parents, that is. )
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( well, she thought it was settled and then Jamie got all frowny. she scoffs )
You just want to be right, Jamie.
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Foolish? How is it foolish to want to find out more about something first? Even something like this?
[He abruptly turns his attention on Victoria.] Aye, maybe that means we'd have to stay married awhile longer until we do, but is that really so bad? Or is it that ye just can't stomach the thought of being married to me? Like ye couldn't stomach the thought of staying with us when ye left the first time?
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[And then he rounded on Victoria. Leela bristled at the unnecessary cruelty in his words.]
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Och, that wasn't fair of me. I'm sorry, I'd not meant to put it like that. Look, Victoria, it's just...could we at least not talk about this first? Alone?
[He gives her an earnest look, and there's something of an apology in it as well.] Please?
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We can discuss it further, later. ( her voice has become rather small ) Thank you for your opinion, Leela.
( perhaps it is her Victorian manners, but she gives a polite bow of her head to Leela with her thanks. however, her hands then lift to cover her face and she vanishes from the Plane, leaving the Scot and the warrior to talk amongst themselves without her
there is a need to be alone after those comments from Jamie; even with his vague apology )
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[He looks extremely distraught as she drops from the Plane, then he covers his face with a hand as well, rubbing at his eyes in frustration - but at himself, not her.]
Och, I'd not meant to upset her like that. Why did I have to go and say that for?
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[She was only half joking.]
You care for her, Jamie. That is good, but if truly care then you will let her choose a marriage ceremony when the time is right, not expect her to keep a union that was forced on you both.
Love must come in it's own time or it is not love.
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Look, I know ye don't believe that the vows are worth much because of how they happened, but I said them all the same. Going back on them feels like I'd be going back on my word.