realityshifted

[There have been many times in Jamie's life where he's not understood what's going on, usually when there's a name or a word or an idea that's far past his time. Usually he figures out some way to get through, either by questions or by pretending he has a clue. It's worked well enough for him before.

Today, however, it's more difficult to do that, thanks to the very large blank in his memory. It would possibly be frustrating if he wasn't still somewhat disorientated by what had happened, but mostly right now he feels strange, in a bit of a daze that makes thinking difficult. In an effort to try and clear the fog around his head, he starts to wander the Plane with no clear destination in mind. Eventually, he finds himself over by the forest, with a strong urge to sit which he doesn't bother to try and fight, instead settling under a large tree and unwrapping a bundle that he's been carrying with him. In the bundle is a broken hunting knife, which he stares down at like he's expecting it to give him some answers. It doesn't really seem to be cooperating, though, and after a moment he sighs, shaking his head even as he continues to look at the object in his hand.]

Och, I wish I knew what was going on.

(OOC: Another post-death Whodunnit post for anyone interested in trying to figure out clues!)

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Thanks. [He reaches out to take it, turning the knife over to examine it.] I don't know, though… I can't say I could make much sense of the other items people were left with. They must fit in somehow, but… [he shakes his head]

[Jamie leans his head back against the tree, closing his eyes for a moment - only for them to pop open almost immediately afterward. Quickly, he sits forward, only to cringe a little and bring his hand to his head.]

Ooh. Items, though, ye said. What sorts of items were they?

Ah, let me see… [He taps his fingers against his knee.] A… baseball, a walking stick, and… a box of matches. With an address, in somewhere called… San Fransisco? Do you know it?

San Fransisco? Aye, someone mentioned something about it once. It's a city on Earth.

[Just don't ask him where it's located, because he has no clue.]

But what's matches got to do with a baseball, a walking stick and that knife?

On Earth… well, that's a help. Do you remember who mentioned it?

Well… I'd thought they were probably related to whoever's behind this.

Oh, the Doctor did, a long time ago when we were first traveling together.

[So it's really just something he'd picked up along the way. But he looks a little thoughtful at the mention of them being related, because it's possible. However, he's not sure how they'd be related, exactly.]

Yes, I see what you mean, but I'm still not finding any sort of pattern there.

Then he might know something more about it. [he'll have to ask.] Is there somewhere he tends to favour here?

Mm… I have to admit, I'm not too sure what it could be, either. But… why else would we have them?

Depends on which one of him it is, I suppose. I could find my Doctor easily enough, though. Maybe he'd be able to make some sort of sense out of these things, if nothing else.

I hope so. Even if this was a better situation…

[it's weird not being able to figure out what they mean.]

Aye. Chances are they'd mean something anyway. There's always something here.

[He sighs heavily, and reaches up to scratch at the back of his neck.]

I hope we are able to figure it out, though. I can't say as I care much for the idea of so many of us not remembering what happened like this.

Yeah. Particularly when it's something like this.

[And people are dying because of it. He might not have said so to Hawk, but he's got his suspicions about what happened, given where he'd woken up.]

Aye, and if it keeps up...

[He shakes his head.]

I'll not let something like this happen to Victoria.

[if he asked, Hawk would confirm that yes, that was probably it, but… There's no reason to ruin Jamie's day more without prompting.]

Is she someone important to you?

[He knows how to check, anyway. He's just...not going to. Not just yet.]

Aye. She's my wife. Well, technically, anyway. It's a wee bit complicated.

[that's fine too.]

Technically? How complicated are we talking?

Er, ah, well...we'd not actually meant to get married, ye see. It'd just...sort of happened.

Oh- I think you mentioned something about that before, didn't you? Something about a drink?

[let's talk about let terrible things, that sounds good.]

Er, no. It was food, actually.

[Less terrible things sound pretty good to him too, honestly.]

I might've though. Does the idea of sharing some in front of a priestess sound familiar to ye?

[he considers it for a few moments, then nods]

I think so, now that you say it… But I don't think you told me all the details. Unless you'd rather talk about another adventure of yours?

Oh, no, that's fine. I can tell ye a wee bit more, if ye like. It'd started when we'd wound up at this sort of party. The Doctor'd gone off to talk to some ambassador or other, and Victoria and I were left to our own devices.

[Which is to say they were told 'go have a good time' and shooed off to the festivities.]

Now, this planet we were on just so happened to be a planet with a...ah, let's just say everyone liked to wear some very interesting outfits. And I couldn't help but notice how good some of the lassies there looked in some outfits, of course. Victoria must have noticed me noticing, and well, as near as I can tell, she got jealous.

Ohh? Ones that… presented well, shall we say. [he grins, having some idea of what that might be like.] So then, what did she do?

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