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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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( despite the previous shouting match with him in which she easily proclaimed that no, they weren't really married, she's finding herself upset at the idea of not being seen as such. slowly, she lifts her gaze to look in his direction. )

Mm, annulled then. Since it's not as thought we've — ( what. no. what. proper ladies don't talk about things like marriage consummation in public! cheeks burning, she coughs rather hard to regain her composure. ) — a, anyway.

That might be the best option. Until then, I... Suppose we're... Married...

[Feeling her eyes upon him, he just as slowly turns his head back to meet her gaze, his voice a little softer than he'd intended it to be when he speaks.] Aye, I suppose we are.

[Even if it's only for a little while.]

And...I suppose if we're to get it annulled, I probably shouldn't call ye Mrs. McCrimmon. People might think we're intending to stay married if I do.

( she feels her cheeks flush as he mentions ceasing to call her by their married name, but the blush soon passes and she find herself frowning instead. oh. perhaps he shouldn't be calling her that then, as that is the plan now. wouldn't want any hopes getting high in the meantime or anything like that. )

U, um... W, well... ( she finds herself back to blushing. ) Had you... ( hoped-- ) --thought we would stay... M, married?

[Perhaps there's a part of him that did think that, but it's not because of any feelings he may have for her...or, well, not entirely.]

Well, I thought when I finally decided to get married, it would be for the rest of my life. I mean, we've been to places where it doesn't seem to matter to people. But that's not how it was back in Scotland.

[At least not so much back in his time, anyway. There's an almost furtive glance her way, something where he tries to seem to be figuring out what she wants to do by looking at her. He can't, quite, and winds up unconsciously moistening his lips before venturing to ask another question.]

What...what about ye?

( she gives a light frown. nervously, she begins to wring her hands together and shrugging her shoulders to him, lowers her gaze to the ground below. her voice is awfully quiet as she speaks to him: )

It's rather shameful, disgraceful really, to get a divorce. If mother and father were still alive and knew, they would be completely disappointed in me. I thought that when I got married it would be forever, too.

But this is... not exactly the way I thought I would end up married.

Aye, but we'd be getting an annulment instead. It'd be more like the marriage never even took place to start with.

[Which somehow doesn't sound much better, for some reason. He, too looks down at the ground, and is quiet for a moment before venturing:]

Mind ye, that's if we get back to a part of Earth where we can do that. It's not as if the Doctor can steer the TARDIS that much better even now. We might be married for awhile yet.

[He glances back up at her, then.] I know it's not how either of us planned things, but...do ye think ye could stand being married to me for a wee bit?

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An annulment is not much better, really, Jamie. ( not that it needed to be said, but there it was anyway. she falls into silence while he mentions how long it might take to even reach earth to annul any marriage they have and even then, how would they do about it? it isn't as though they have any papers to prove they've been wed, or rings, or really anything apart from one anothers word — and who is going to believe "we were wed upon an alien planet," anyway?

she gives a little frown. the more she thinks about it, the more she wonders if they can even have it annulled. to do so, they might have to go back to that same planet... )

I think we might be married for a rather long while yet, Jamie, now that I think on it...

[None of that has yet to occur to Jamie, and without Victoria to point it it, he might not even think about that small wrinkle in their plans for some time to come. But he does know what it's like to travel with the Doctor, and even with the slightly better steering, there's a better than even chance getting anywhere where that could be accomplished anyway would take a long time.]

Aye, I suppose you're right. I don't think we'll have to worry about it much, though. It's not like we'd have to change anything we're doing.

...Would we?

( perhaps she'll explain that to him at a later date.

a much later date. )

Change anything how? ( she raises her brows and pales a bit. j, just what does he mean by that? he'd better not hope for much changes in their relationship to date. she certainly isn't. )

[He gestures, something slightly helpless in the motion. All he knows is that things change when people get married. There's a house, and bairns and all sorts of things that would apply normally, but he has no idea what, if any of them, would apply in this situation.]

Och, look, I don't know! I've not ever married anyone before, even only temporarily. That's why I was asking ye. You're a girl, you must have thought about this whole marriage thing a few times, at least.

I've thought about a wedding! ( not the whole deal of what happens after vows are exchanged. )

I've dreamed of great church halls, with beautiful silk cloths decorating it, and soft colored flowers, and a dress and guests and my father leading me down to the altar to exchange vows, and then we'd kiss—

( —kiss? well, they've done that the once. but, she's not even been on a proper date with Jamie and now she's married to him. it seems so wholly unfair. )

Edited 2012-07-11 08:00 (UTC)

[Thinking about it, he's willing to acknowledge that maybe just the wedding is as far as she'd gotten. She's clearly thought about that, given the detail she's giving. And one detail, in particular, catches his attention. Did he hear that right?]

Wait, we? Ye mean, as in the the two of us?

[She couldn't possibly mean that...could she?]

I—

( she revisits that awkward stage of both blanching and blushing. it wasn't that she had particularly thought about them being married anymore than she had envisioned it being any number of man. Victoria honestly hadn't often daydreamed of a specific man as her groom — for a long while, she had almost assumed she would be married off to someone of her parents' choosing.

but after having met Jamie and having developed certain feelings for him, well, she couldn't lie — not even to herself. of course she had spent a time or two placing his image as the man at the altar with her. she didn't know that many boys and of what little men she knew, Jamie was the best one she had ever met. she didn't truly have issue with wedding the man, it was just unfair how it had come to pass and that was the true base of her irritation with the whole situation.

still, how had she let that little detail slip? )

—well, I, I might have... thought about it once or twice before.

( her voice is shy and soft, and she lowers her head to stare at her fumbling hands with her admittance. )

[He honestly thought that he might have been wrong, mistook what she had said, and to hear that confirmed is a little bit of a shock. Jamie knows how he felt, but somehow he never really thought about how it was for her. And if she was imagining them getting married...]

Victoria, I...I'd not realized.

[Taking a step forward, he almost reaches for one of those fumbling hands, but his fingers wind up hovering in mid-air as indecision stays the gesture. Does he admit that maybe once or twice he'd thought about that too? Thought about her waiting for him back in Scotland, outside on a day where the sun shone warm and she could have flowers in her hair, where he would have a proper great kilt, and they'd stand together and say the vows that would bind them together forever? For a second it seems as though he almost might. And then...something else comes out, instead.]

Ye deserve to have a proper wedding. Not this.

W, well I don't really know that many boys, Jamie.

( except it was more than that. she was attempting to save face but the inability to lift her gaze to look at him, the flushed red cheeks and her clear nervousness was probably louder than her voice when it came to how she felt. )

It's okay. I... Can live with this. ( "for now" should have been on the end of that sentence, but having realized they probably can't get their "vows" annulled, she's a little forced in her position here. )

O-oh, aye. Of course.

[The thing is, it really does make sense. She'd not likely have known too many boys even before they started to travel together. And, well, most of the ones she met after that weren't there for any length of time, except for him. But given the color of those cheeks, he has to wonder if it's not something more than that.

While he could just ask, he suspects somehow that he's not really going to get a real answer out of her, not at the moment. She's upset enough about the whole thing that all that might do is upset her further, and since he still thinks that it's temporary, he figures he can just leave well enough alone there for right now.]

Until we're able to get this sorted out, anyway. And...hey, maybe it'll not be so bad. It's not as though we'll have much time to worry about it once we go back to the TARDIS, aye?

( had he asked her to clarify on whether he just happened to be a choice male in her fantasy because she happened to know him or not, she would have blanched and backpedaled as much as she could to save face — so it was a good thing that he didn't!

she remains flushed, though, just giving him a soft nod at his words. well. being married to Jamie — there were worse things. )

I suppose it isn't all that terrible. Married to you, that is. At least you're a handsome husband. ( er, did she just say that? oh well. ) I suppose we'll see once we get back to the TARDIS then...

[There's that slightly startled look again - Victoria is full of surprises today, it seems. But he can't help but feel oddly pleased at her calling him handsome. And surely it wouldn't hurt to reply in kind. Especially since he means it.]

And ye make a very bonny bride.

[Even without the dress or any of the normal trappings, she's still beautiful.]

Did ye want to go back there right away, though? I mean, it is our wedding day. Should we not...have a dance or something? Just so ye can say ye had that, at least.

( her cheeks flush to a soft pink at his compliment. )

Y, You want to dance with me? ( she gives a smile at him for that, followed by a chuckle. ) Why, Mister McCrimmon, I would love to.

[That makes her even more beautiful, and he finds himself caught up in looking at her, a small, slightly crooked smile of his own appearing in response.]

Aye, I do.

[The words are softer than he'd meant to say, with just a hint of his feelings in the tone. But then he snaps out of it, and shifts back to something more familiar.]

As long as I don't have to get dressed up in that suit again, mind ye.

( she gives a laugh at his little addition to the agreement )

Alright. ( she nods ) No fancy pants, you don't need them. Maybe you can show me how you Scots dance?

Aye, I think I can manage that. Do ye want to go back to the ballroom? Or...wait just a moment.

[He drops off the Plane then, only to return a short time later, awkwardly balancing a Victrola in his arms. There's a bag slung across his back, with whatever phonograph records he could quickly find inside.]

Here, give me a hand with this thing, will ye?

Ja— ( she's about to growl at him not to leave her when he vanishes. throwing her hands up into the air in brief annoyance, she then folds them over her chest to wait for him to return. once he does, she raises her brows and not needing his words, hurries to help him with the 'luggage' he's brought back with him. )

Is that everything you'll be needing then? ( she gives a light chuckle )

[Of course, he's still planning on dealing with most of the weight of the phonograph player himself, but having her there to help means that he's able to get it set down without dropping it. Once that's done, he sets the records down too, and gives the whole setup a thoughtful scrutiny.]

Yes, I think so. Unless ye want some sort of decorations, but I'd have to go back to the TARDIS for those.

[And for a second, it looks as though he's considering doing just that.]

( she gives a tender laugh, shaking her head gently to him. )

I don't think that we need decorations to dance, Jamie. Unless you were hoping for some, Mr McCrimmon.

( don't think she didn't notice that look of consideration. )

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