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( 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 married ~~obviously.~~ the arguing will continue in the comments, but, feel free to threadjack should you like. )

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Oh, aye, will ye now? [He says it with a tone that indicates that he doesn't quite believe that she'll be able to pull that off. But, just in case she is serious...]

Well then. There's only one thing to do. [Jamie glances over at Oliver, a rather conspiratorial sort of look that he hopes his best friend will pick up on.]

Come on then, Oliver. Let's go over to the ballroom and find her a dress to wear, then we'll go back to the TARDIS and ask the Doctor if he can cook up a proper English ceremony. Ye don't mind being the witness for both sides, do ye?

[Oliver raises an eyebrow at Jamie, but as he hears the plan, he can't hold back a smirk] Not a bit! How's that sound, Victoria? I mean, between the ballroom and two TARDIS wardrobes, I'm sure we'll find everything we need.

( for a moment she's shocked. they aren't serious are they? of course not. Jamie doesn't think she'll agree to it, probably. puffing her cheeks briefly, she bitterly steps toward him and lifting her finger, presses it to poke at his chest with her words as she speaks )

Fine. You get me a place to be wed, and I'll be your wife.

( with that, she folds her arms over her chest, glancing to Oliver )

I suppose that makes you best man.

Now I need to find a dress.

( don't mess with her, Jamie McCrimmon. she really will fall off of the Plane into the TARDIS to find a gown with a little more pushing here. )

[It's Jamie's turn to wonder if she's serious, and his brows arch upwards.]

Now, you'd have to be the one to pick that, would ye not, Victoria? I mean, you're the one that wants a proper ceremony.

[There might be a couple of places here that would work, and although he can't imagine she'd seriously want to use them, he can't seem to stop himself from mentioning them anyway.]

Unless you'd want to get married in the ballroom or the forest or the mansion, that is.

Edited 2012-08-16 01:19 (UTC)

[Oliver has no idea what either of them is doing at this point, but if they aren't backing down, he certainly isn't going to be the one to step out of it]

There's those, and the TARDIS could bring us anywhere you want, really. What do you think, Victoria?

Fine. ( she lifts her hands in ‘defeat’ ) Let’s use the ballroom, we’ll have a spectacular English wedding and it’ll be amazing.

( stubbornly, she folds her arms over her chest )

I’m going to locate a dress. You two have fun.

( with that, Victoria vanishes from the Plane to go search through clothes in the TARDIS )

[ ooc she’ll be back in a post or two guys! ]

[The moment Victoria drops from the Plane, Jamie turns to look at Oliver.]

Ah...do ye think she's really going to look for a dress?

[Oliver is busy staring at the place where Victoria used to be]

Uh...I think she might be.

[he turns to Jamie, his expression still a little stunned] Hey...is this something you want to do? Like...for sure?

I...don't know. [He's looking a little stunned himself - but then something occurs to him.]

Hey, can we even do this? There'd be nobody to do the ceremony here. Our Doctor can't come to the Plane.

Well, my Doctor could do, but I don't know if he would. Not if you're not both sure. [he gives Jamie a pointed look]

So that could be a good reason to...you know, not do this. [he pauses, thinking about how best to handle this situation. he was just joking around, but he's starting to get the impression they're both too stubborn to pull back. and in that case, maybe he should be the one to break it up] You want me to tell Victoria the bad news?

Aye, ye may have a point. [He brings a hand to his chin, worrying his lip a little with a finger as he thinks about it.]

Look, she may not actually come back with a dress. She might just be waiting to see what we do. But if she does...maybe it's better if I talk to her about it.

[And then she can be mad at him and not Oliver.]

[Oliver raises an eyebrow] You sure? I don't mind pinning it on logistics.

[especially if this is some sort of ego thing at this point. he can't even tell any more, but he's starting to worry the joke has gotten to the point where they won't get out of it without one or both of them winding up hurt]

[Jamie may have been thinking something along the same lines, and, finally gets around to saying what's one his mind.]

I'm sure. Anyway, I'd rather have her upset with me over it then with you. It's not as though it was your idea to start teasing her about it in the first place.

( true to her word, Victoria reappears on the Plane with the boys in a gown befitting the most beautiful of traditional weddings. truth be told, she isn't planning to properly marry Jamie — this is giving him a taste of his own medicine. if he's so eager to tease and jest about it to her, she'll feed it right back to him in her own way.

smoothing her hands over the beads on the front of the dress and down over her stomach, she nods to them both rather stiffly. how she got herself into the gown is easier thought than said, but she can pull herself into a corset so it isn't too shocking. at any rate, she's returned and touching her palms together, tells herself to ignore her blush while she turns her focus onto the boys )

Well. I'm prepared, I suggest you go dress as well then, Mister McCrimmon.

[At the moment Victoria chooses to make her reappearance, Jamie's focus is on Oliver, so he doesn't get the full impact of the dress immediately. But he does hear her voice, so takes a deep breath as he starts to turn towards her, fully intending to tell her what he'd discussed earlier.]

Look, Victoria, there's something I need to...

[And then he sees her in the gown, and everything he's about to say goes clear out of his head. If her intention was to stun him into silence, it's worked very well. All he can think of is how beautiful she is right now, and even though he can't manage to say a word, his expression says it for him.]

( she was busy tucking a fallen piece of hair behind her ear when he spoke, barely looking at him as he did. she lifted her chin to look over him when he cut himself off though and raising her brows, she folded her arms over her chest )

Something you need to what?

( she might be strong her in tone but her reddened cheeks betray her and soon, she lowers her gaze shyly at his stare. for some reason she hadn't expected him to be that shocked at what she looked like in a gown. truth be told, it was a really pretty dress and even she had been surprised at the Doctor having something so beautiful on the TARDIS. flushed, she chewed her lip gently and clearing her throat softly, which had suddenly gone dry, she shifted her feet beneath the train of the gown )

Jamie... You're staring at me...

[Well, yes. He is staring, just a bit, caught up in the sight of her in the dress. But her words do eventually sink in, and he does finally look away, dropping his eyes even as a faint stammer comes into his voice.]

A-aye, sorry. It's just that...

[Seeing her like that is almost enough for him to nearly blurt out what he's thinking, and tell her he thinks she's beautiful. But then the problem he had before where he can't quite manage to admit to what he's feeling comes back, and he hesitates, inadvertently glancing over towards Oliver for a second or two before managing to turn his attention back to Victoria.]

I-I-I didn't think the Doctor had a dress like that in the TARDIS.

[Oliver, who was looking between Jamie and Victoria with a frown until Jamie turns to him, gets a dose of Jamie's feelings and has a deer-in-headlights look for an instant himself. but then he realises what the problem is and elbows Jamie] And?

[after that dose of feelings, he means to encourage Jamie to share what he really thinks of that dress. because for a second, he's forgotten they're supposed to be calling the wedding off, too]

( flushed, though telling herself that she isn't, Victoria against shifts her footing. clearing her throat gently, she gives an almost shy smile to the boy )

It's just that what, Jamie—? ( come on then, spit it out lad )

Oh, well, neither did I. ( was that what he was trying to say to her? she really hoped not, if so it was ridiculously anticlimactic and somewhat disappointing ) He really does have everything in there, I suppose.

( glancing toward Oliver only made her blush all the more — he was staring too. it was making her feel embarrassed but she managed not to give into her nerves just yet.

she raised her brows when he elbowed Jamie, just what was the other young man trying to get Jamie to say here? for some reason, the encouragement given to the Scot made her blush all the more but for the moment, she said nothing just in case Oliver managed whatever it was he was attempting for here )

Hey! [His lips press together in faint annoyance at being elbowed, and he turns the look on Oliver.]

And wh...oh.

[The expression only deepens, because even if Victoria doesn't know why Oliver wound up doing what he did, Jamie does. So much for keeping his emotions to himself.]

Och.

[He turns back to her then, opening his mouth then shutting it briefly as he considers just not saying anything after all. But he suspects that Oliver might very well 'encourage' him some more if he doesn't say anything. So he takes a breath and tries again.]

A-and ye look very beautiful in it, Victoria.

[There. Happy?]

[Oliver just gives him a look. because really, you're not supposed to make it obvious that you're being guided by a friend! he jerks his head to Victoria in an attempt to get Jamie to focus back on her--which, thankfully, seems to work]

[he sighs inwardly in relief as Jamie finally gets the words out, but he'll leave the reply up to Victoria]

( watching the pair of boys talking without really talking to one another via gestures and such has Victoria scrunching her nose in confusion. what the heck are they (non?)babbling about amongst themselves?

she's about to be asked to be let into their gesturing between one another when Jamie finally speaks up and it causes the reddest of all blushes to color her cheeks. trying not to seem as embarrassed about it as she is, Victoria finds herself stumbling over every possible comeback and reply in her mind. did Jamie just really call her beautiful? specifically for being in a wedding gown?

flustered, she continues to search for the perfect reply but in the end her politeness overrules everything else and shyly, she responds with a simple yet stuttered: )

Th, Thank you.

[He smiles at her, then, and a small part wonders if being married to her for real might not be so bad. But he knows he still can't do it. So finally he speaks up again, although the words come out with more than a hint of reluctance to them.]

It's just...I can't marry ye. Not for real. [Not right now.]

I-I'm sorry.

Edited 2012-10-17 07:22 (UTC)

[the wonders of empathy, Victoria. not to mention a few years of friendship. which, incidentally, is enough experience for Oliver to know that this is the point where he should very discreetly take a few steps back and let them have at it. he doesn't actually leave just yet, though; he wants to make sure he's not needed first. but he isn't going to say anything otherwise]

( it had all been in jest anyway, she wasn't planning to actually properly marry him right in this moment and yet the words sting anyway. there's a deep welling in her chest she's unfamiliar with and stupidly, she moves her hands to grasp herself there as though touching it will somehow cause the sudden wrenching feeling to disperse )

...I...

( wasn't he the one that had been so adamant about being married in the first place? what had happened anyway? she frowns, feeling winded )

...I didn't want to... m, marry you anyway...

( the words are all but gasped from her lips and she's doing all that she can to keep from sobbing, suffice to say she's not taking being 'rejected' very well. this time, though, she falls from the Plane with no intent to come back )

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BOO.

Aaaaaah!

:'Dc

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