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[bonnypiperlad]

[When Jamie appears on the Plane this time, it's with two things - one being a shirt in his hands, and the other being a distinctly disgruntled look on his face. He is annoyed, and clearly the best thing to do about it is to come here and complain. A lot.]

Look, I thought that when we took this allergy stuff we were supposed to go back to the way we were. Everyone else seems to be fine, so how is it I'm stuck with these things?

['These things' happen to be a set of wings - the same wings that he had when he was a beastie. Apparently they've decided to stick around for awhile, even though the rest of him is back to normal. Well. Apart from the fact he can't actually wear that shirt he's holding at the moment, which isn't helping his mood much.]

This better not be the Plane's idea of something funny, I'm telling ye, or I'll...I'll...aye, well. I'll think of something. [What, he doesn't know, but he'll think of it. Muttering, he starts off in the direction of the ballroom. Maybe there's something that'll fit there.]

Why is it that this sort of thing always seems to happen, anyway? Everything's always going wrong one way or another...

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[waterfield]

( Victoria had been avoiding Jamie ever since she'd been made aware he wasn't, well, himself. in all honesty, a part of her really wanted to find him and try to console him over what happened — who wanted to be changed into a creature after all? unfortunately (or fortunately depending on how one looked on it) she was far too frightened of both the pollen and the idea of running into a beastie (even if it was Jamie) to bother searching for him and while she missed her 'husband,' she remained away for her safety

it had been some time though and loneliness was getting to her. she had ventured onto the Plane and since nothing too odd had taken place, assumed everything was a-okay! now all she had to do was locate Jamie and make sure he was okay as well. of course it didn't take very long, he had a very distinctive voice and hearing that beautiful accent, she veered to look at him but was met with something shocking )

J, Jamie—!? ( don't scream, Victoria. don't scream )

[bonnypiperlad]

[It's just as well that she'd stayed away. He wouldn't have been able to talk to her, and the last thing he wanted to do was frighten her out of her wits. Unfortunately, it seems that he's perilously close to doing that anyway, thanks to her timing.

He whirls around at the sound of her voice, nearly dropping the shirt in the process - and giving her a very good view of the fact that the wings look to have grown right out of his back, although they're still that reddish-orange color they were before. Of course, turning to face her means there's a view of his front, too, but he's not exactly thinking about that right at the moment.]

V-Victoria! What are ye doing here?

[most_feared]

I had the wing thing happen to me once. [Kay empathizes, and he comes up to pat Jamie on the shoulder. Tough break, Kiddo.]

[bonnypiperlad]

[That does help - although now Kay's gone and gotten him all curious. Then again, that helps too, at least as far distracting him goes.]

Aye? Was it here, or back on your world?

[most_feared]

It was here. [That particular time. He tucks his hands into his pockets.] Do they work?

[waterfield]

( where she normally would have been blushing the brightest of reds at seeing the boy without a shirt on in front of herself, Victoria's gaze was preoccupied being locked on the strange colored wings protruding from his back. she trembled, willing herself not to scream at the sight )

What...
What happened to you—? ( the pollen of course, she knew that, the question fell from her lips before she could rightly stop it from doing so )

Jamie, does it hurt ...? ( her voice faltered, she reached a hand toward him but that faltered as well and she hesitated. the wings looked like they were true extensions of his normal being, they appeared to be truly coming from his body from what she'd seen on his back. wasn't something like that painful? she frowned, frightened for him )

[bonnypiperlad]

Och. That figures. [Because it's the Plane, and that sort of thing always happens here. Although the effects when it does do seem to vary.]

I can move them, if I like.

[Which he does, turning a bit first so as to not smack Kay when he unfurls them. He figures it's probably a bad idea to clock your friends in the head with your wings.]

I've not tried anything beyond that. I was...er...a bit preoccupied earlier.

[bonnypiperlad]

Aye, well... [He knows she must know it's the pollen. At least, he assumes so, so he doesn't answer that. But he does hesitate at her other question, looking uncertain. They did hurt rather a lot when he changed, but he doesn't want to worry her any more than she clearly already is.]

They don't now. Anyway, there's nothing to be frightened of. They'll go away soon enough.

[Almost inaudibly, he adds:] ...I hope.

[He sighs, rubbing at the back of his neck briefly.] Look, I'm sorry I've left ye alone in the TARDIS, but it was worse, before this. I'd not have been able to explain it to ye, then.

[waterfield]

A, are you certain?

( there was something about his tone that bothered her. did he really know if they would go away? maybe the Doctor could help him somehow... )

No, Jamie ... it's okay. I would have preferred to stay there anyway. If only to avoid being inflicted with whatever that pollen was doing to people. ( she frowns and nervously touches her palms together. the wings are still causing her to fret, but, he's still Jamie in the end. he just has a bit of an addition on him at the moment )

Do you ... think that maybe the Doctor could assist you with ... with, ah, with ... ( nervously, she motions toward his wings )

[bonnypiperlad]

Aye. I'm just glad I'd not managed to bring it back with me. Imagine what ye or the Doctor might have turned into!

[If he was a beastie, then what would they have been? Still, he shakes his head.]

Och, I don't know. That allergy stuff was supposed to take care of it, but if it hasn't then what could the Doctor do?

Unless...[Something occurs to him then, and he snaps his fingers.] Hey, maybe that's it. There were some people who'd gotten affected quicker than I did. Maybe it's just taking longer for it to go away with me.

[waterfield]

( she gets a horrified look on her face at the thought of imagining what might have happened to herself, or the Doctor for that matter. a shiver crawling along her spine, she shivers and tries not to think about it lest she scare herself without reason for it at this point )

well, the Doctor is a very bright man. He might be able to do something to make it work faster—?

( she raises her brows at his fingers snapping, but her gaze continues to move toward is wings. his wings. it's so awkward to see him with extra appendages, she's having a hard time turning away from them )

Um, what? Oh—! ( coughing, she nods, trying to pull her gaze away from the strange pinions ) Oh, um, right... That might be it, yes.

[most_feared]

[He's going to duck away anyway because he's not exactly had the greatest experiences with people flailing around with limbs they're not used to. Better to be cautious.]

Well, if you go down, I'll help you get back up. Might as well try it while you got 'em.

[bonnypiperlad]

[He catches that look - or, rather, that attempt to not look. And after giving it a moment of thought, he crosses the few steps that separate them, turning slightly to give her access to the wing if she likes.]

Here. Ye can have a go at touching them if ye like. It'll not hurt me any.

[Well, unless she yanks or something, but he rather suspects if she decides to go through with the offer it's not going to be a forceful sort of thing.]

Besides, maybe that way you'll stop staring at them.

[bonnypiperlad]

Aye... [It's said in that thoughtful sort of way that means he's considering the idea, then the corner of his mouth curls up just a little. This is a good idea, and he likes it.]

Aye, why not give it a go!

[He looks around for something to jump off, thinking that might be easier.]

Hey, help me find a rock or something to stand on, will ye?

[most_feared]

How about I go get you a chair from the bar.

[Because a flat surface seems better.]

Hold on. I'll be right back.

[And off Kay goes. He considers getting some cushions too, just in case. But doesn't know how well Jamie would take to cushion armor. It might weigh him down anyway.]

[waterfield]

( t, touching them? for some reason it gets her winded and she clenches her hands, stiffening her stance )

O, Oh no Jamie, that's okay— what if I tug something, or—? ( or somehow hurt him in doing so. she does flush pink at his comment about her staring. but how could she not? it wasn't every day that her friend sprouted wings, after all )

I'm sorry, it's just... well, you must understand why it's shocking to see you like this, of course.

( nervously, after a moment longer she does extend an arm and gently touches at one of the wings. it's very brief, just about only a graze before she yanks her hand back, having had enough with just that little, single touch )

Th, that's so odd...!

[bonnypiperlad]

Oh! Aye, all right. Maybe we should head over to the beach to try this out, though.

[Just in case. Sand is softer than the Plane floor, after all. But he'll wait for Kay to come back with the chair in case he's got a better idea.]

[bonnypiperlad]

Aye, well, of course I do. It's a wee bit odd for me as well, ye know.

[But he's perfectly willing to let her touch his wing, which he wouldn't be with most people. That is, until she touches it that gently. He'd thought he wouldn't have felt anything there...but surprisingly, he does, and he makes a small, startled sound as the wing flares out of his own accord. Luckily, it's away from Victoria, not towards her, but he takes a step back all the same before giving her an apologetic look.]

Ah, s-sorry. I'd not meant for that to happen.

[waterfield]

I imagine so, having been without them before and suddenly having them. Are they heavy, Jamie—?

( she winces and steps back startled when his appendage jerks. her hands are raised in defense, not that she could have stopped a wing from hitting her or anything, she'd relieved that it jerked the opposite direction though. sighing with relief, she frowns to him )

Do you have no proper control over them?

[most_feared]

Yeah, that's a bruise you don't wanna have to explain later. [No, he's got no better ideas. So he'll take that chair over towards the beach. And predict a little bruising anyway because Jamie seems like the type that could find the one good sized tree on the plane and fly into it.]

[bonnypiperlad]

No, I do! Look, I'll show ye.

[This time he turns so there's no danger of hitting her with them and starts to move them back and forth - slowly, but the flapping motion is still quite evident.]

It's just...er...I felt it a bit more than I thought I would when ye touched them.

[bonnypiperlad]

[Hey, he wouldn't fly into a tree! Sail off a cliff and have the wings stop working so he'd have to latch on at the last second and hang on for dear life? Well, that's another story. He follows Kay over to the beach, keeping the wings furled against his back until he gets there.]

Aye, that's true. Although a wee bit of bruising'll not bother me. Here, this looks like a good spot. Let me have the chair?

[most_feared]

[He gives him the chair, something sort of approving that he's willing to give it a go despite the risks.] At least you can keep those wings mostly out of the way. I had the big fuck off butterfly wings.

[Sorry for the language, Jamie. It comes with being a Kay.]

[waterfield]

( watching him flap his wings was both awkward and amusing. despite how strange it was, it did tug a smile to her lips and she even had to stifle a giggle at the sight )

I guess you can, it must be so strange, though.

( she raised her brows at him ) Felt more? What does that mean?

[bonnypiperlad]

[If Kay were a lassie with that mouth, he'd likely be more shocked. As it is, Jamie merely looks at him askance. And that is more for the wings than anything else.]

Butterfly wings? Och, how did ye get through doors with those?

[Turned sideways, maybe. Not something he'd care to try. These ones were bad enough for that, as he'd found back when he was a full beastie and wandering around the Plane. Here on the beach, though, it's not a problem, and he lets them unfurl even as he wiggles the chair back and forth in a handy patch of sand to get it to sink in a little and stay steady when he goes to climb on it.]

Hey, you'd not wound up with those feeler-things butterflies have too, did ye?