[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!)

[Today, Jamie has a box of decorations in his hands, a slightly bemused expression on his face...and is half-muttering to himself.]

Now, I've seen some strange things in my day, but I'll not say as I've ever seen anything like those wee beasties before. Especially not ones that want that much coffee.

Aye, well. Maybe I'd better set up what I wanted to here. I'd not want to think what'll happen if they turn up again and Victoria sees them.

[Possibly lots of screaming, or indignation, or both. But here he may not have to worry about it, and he can focus on trying to do what he'd planned on before he was interrupted by rude, coffee-drinking aliens. The forest seems like the best place to put things together, and there so happens to be a little clearing that he can use. He sets the box down and reaches into it to try and extract a single string of lights from it to start with, but whoever put it away last time didn't do a very good job. So he winds up with a giant tangled mess in his hands, and his mouth pulls off to one side.]

Och.

[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...

[It's been some time, hasn't it, Plane? Jamie's been off with his Doctor, having adventures, fighting beasties and creeping down corridors. But the Plane has a habit of drawing you back, sometimes when you least expect it. And today just so happens to be one of those days.

Although...something seems a bit different. The man who is looking around is doing so in a decidedly reserved manner, a hint of disdain on his features. It only grows more as he walks along, taking in the destruction wrought by the other denizens of the Plane, and as he sets eyes on the new inhabitants of the forest, he makes a derisive noise in the back of his throat - something not at all like his usual 'Och'.]

Creatures again? And here I thought there might be something original this time. But...perhaps there's a 'wee bit' more to it. Would someone care to fill me in? That is, if you're not all too busy setting things on fire or destroying windows at the moment. I'd not wish to interrupt ye if ye are.

(( OOC: Jamie has also eaten a candy, and for it, he is now someone who is much more arrogant and willing to manipulate the situation to his benefit. He may or may not choose to tamper with another characters mind, given the circumstances (ie if you would like to have anything done or not), but he will certainly not hesitate to try and do so if provoked or attacked. ))

[This time, when Jamie appears on the Plane - still in his 'borrowed' armour - he has a cube with him, about the size of a basketball. Made from some black material that almost seems to absorb the light of the stars above, it appears to be completely smooth, with no discernible features to it. He turns it over in his hands as he starts towards the kitchen, but he's an awfully long way away from there, and quite hungry at the moment.]

Och, I wish I could get to the kitchen faster.

[With a *whuft* of displaced air and a bit of a light show, Jamie vanishes, then reappears just outside the entrance leading to it. Needless to say, that's more than a bit confusing, and he turns around in a circle while trying to figure out what's going on.]

Hey?

[OOC: Have a confused Highlander who is now a god, folks.]

[And lo, a wild Jamie appears. Well, rather less wild than he's been as of late, but his current outfit might have a bit to do with that. Instead of his usual combination of kilt and more modern clothing, he just happens to be a wearing a black and silver dress that falls to about the same length, along with black leggings underneath, and a scarf around his neck. There is a long brunette wig on his head, which he pulls off, running his hand through his hair in an effort to make it look at least somewhat normal.]

Aye, well, that's something, at least. Now that I've got the armor, I should be able to get in the tower.

[He glances down at his feet, where a pile of some sort of body armor has appeared with him. He should be pleased, and maybe part of him is - but there's too much to worry about at the moment. He's trying to keep it in check, and outwardly, at least, seems to be doing a good job of it.]

I'd best go change before anyone sees me, though.

[Jamie has dragged the large wooden chest from Two's TARDIS onto the Plane, and is currently occupied with pulling out the contents in a search for...something. Either the chest is completely crammed full of things, or like so many of the Doctor's belongings is bigger on the inside than it is on the outside, as there is a quite a lot of stuff scattered around him.

That giant furry coat of the Doctor's is there, as well as some odd hanging thing that has bells on it, a ferret ball with treats inside (although Trouble the ferret is nowhere to be seen), bits of a broken sword, a handbag made of leather patches, various incomplete pieces of gadgets and so on. Jamie is muttering to himself in Norwegian.]

Ye would think that with all the stuff the Doctor has in here, there'd be something that would help.

[He pulls out something squishy, green and pretty much unidentifiable, looks at it a moment, then shakes his head and tosses it over his shoulder and onto the starry floor.]

Mind ye, it would be a wee bit easier if he actually bothered to sort through these things once in awhile.

[Stumbling onto the Plane is what, at first glance, appears to be a new arrival - a shorter man with rumpled hair, wearing an equally rumpled coat that is too large for him, checked trousers and a bow-tie. One hand is currently clutching at his head, and his eyes are closed as if in pain.]

Ooh, my head...

[The man opens his eyes slowly, squinting a little as if not sure what to expect. But when he sees where he is, he visibly relaxes and starts to head towards the kitchen. Apparently, he knows exactly where to go. However, he stops after a few steps and looks somewhat confused. Something doesn't feel right.]

Hey?

[He glances down at the trousers that he didn't have on a few minutes ago, then starts patting at various bits of clothing. His fingers grasp the bow-tie, tugging at it experimentally. Almost as if that's switched a light on in his head, he starts to feel at his face - slowly at first, then with increasing agitation as he goes over features that, while quite familiar, don't belong on his face. For a moment, he looks rather alarmed, then frowns deeply.]

Och, no. Not this again! You would think they would have gotten tired of this by now.

[It sounds like something Jamie would say...except the voice is lacking his normal Scottish accent. Instead, he sounds like, well, Two.]

Does anyone have a mirror?

[Jamie is on his way towards the kitchen and keeping a wary eye out for the monsters when something catches his eye. He stops, blinks a few times, and then a glad smile breaks out on his face.]

Victoria!

[He takes off, running towards a spot where there's...nothing at all. He stops, extending his arms out to clutch at the air excitedly, then draws it in for a long, long hug. Once he lets go, he starts talking quite rapidly.]

Victoria, when did ye get here? You've not been attacked? Good. Look, there's things ye need to know about. We can't talk now, though. It's not safe here. We need to get inside before...

[There's a screaming sound, then, picked up and carried by multiple voices. A group of corpses have spotted Jamie and start to converge on his location. Jamie pushes the air behind him and draws his sword before turning around to address the air urgently.]

Stay behind me, and as soon as ye can, make a break for it. And whatever ye do, don't go in the water!

[Determined to protect someone who's not there, Jamie stands his ground and starts to hack at the corpses as they close in.]

[Sure seems like the forest is getting a lot of foot traffic recently, doesn't it? This time, there's rather a lot of noise echoing out from it - almost like someone is blundering around and crashing into things. And there is a perhaps familiar Scottish voice that drifts out to any passersby.]

Try to murder a McCrimmon, will ye? CREAG AN TUIRE!

[More crashing and then...silence. For a short while, anyway. After a bit, Jamie comes stumbling into view, rubbing at his eyes with his hand. It's hard to see his face because of it.]

Ungh. What happened?

[He decides to drop the hand to take a look around, and it might be evident that something's off, for Jamie now looks to be about forty or so.]

Where is everyone? Doctor? Zoe?

((OOC: Starting Jamie's experiment! If you're not one of the Doctors, and haven't decided on a character, check here and please list your choice in the subject line? Otherwise it will be randomly picked. Thanks!))

[Jamie has settled under a tree in the forest, his satchel on his lap. Reaching inside, he pulls out a mass of cloth, carefully unwrapping it to reveal a brown egg with blue speckles - still intact. He looks at it, a vaguely disgruntled expression on his face.]

Och, aren't ye ever going to hatch?

[He's not gotten a lot of sleep the past couple of days, having just come off a rather harrowing mission with his Doctor. It involved nearly falling off a cliff - something actually stopped when the satchel had snagged on a tree limb. He's grateful that he still needed the satchel, but at the same time, he's very tired of hauling the bag around. There's a sigh, which turns into a bit of a yawn.]

Maybe I'll take a wee nap and see if I can find someone here after that who can help.

[Closing his eyes, he tucks a protective arm over the egg and drifts off into slumber. He's soon sound asleep, and completely misses the fact that the egg is beginning to twitch. Cracks appear in its shell, and a piece of it pops off rather suddenly, pushed free by the nose of its occupant, a cinnamon colored ferret.]

[The ferret wiggles its way free through the hole, looking around with bright, inquisitive eyes. Spotting the piece of shell it knocked free, it jumps on it and starts wrestling it into submission, like you do with those sorts of things. This fails to get Jamie's attention, as he is still out cold...and might need a wee bit of prompting before he'll notice.]

[Jamie is walking along the beach after Benny's match with a largish rectangular case that is hanging from a strap slung over one of his shoulders. He seems to be looking for something in particular and not finding it, and he sighs. It's somewhat annoying, he thinks, to have an entire beach and not one place he can actually use. He could continue to try and search for what he wants, he supposes, or...hey, that's an idea! He disappears from the Plane for a few moments. When he returns, he's carrying a decent sized rock in his arms, and grunting a little - although it's not from the weight. The rock's not so much heavy, as it is awkward and unwieldy, and it's slipping. Before he drops it altogether, he takes a moment to shift his grip to a better one, then resumes his journey. Moving away from the area where the trees have been cut down, he finds a open, windswept-looking spot.]

Aye, that'll do.

[With relief, he drops the rock and lets it fall where it may. Not coincidentally, he jumps back out of the way, as he would much prefer not to have to deal with a broken toe right at the moment. Peering at the angle, he nods, satisfied that it's fallen the way he wants it to. Removing the case from his shoulder, he sets it down on top of the rock, then flexes his fingers to loosen them up. He doesn't open it right away, however, instead kneeling down and scooping up a handful of sand. Moving his fingers apart ever so slightly, he lets the grains trickle down much like they would if they were in oh, say, an hourglass.]

There has to be some way to stop this.

[And once again, there is a newcomer to the Plane. This one appears to be a fairly short man with dark brown hair, who is wearing a black shirt that laces at the collar and a red kilt - one Jamie McCrimmon, by name. He stumbles for a moment, caught in mid-stride, then stops dead in his tracks.]

Hey! Where did that wee shop go?

[He glances around in bewilderment.]

Och, where am I?

[Scratching his head as he tries to figure this out, he turns and finds himself face to face with a strange building with the word 'Information' printed on a sign. He stares at it for a moment before reaching forward, taking one of the brochures, and starting to read.]

An "out-of-your-universe-experience." Not that again. A brico...what?

[This is all too confusing. He crumples up the brochure and throws it away, then sets off from the kiosk.]

Maybe if I can find the Doctor...

[Looking around, though, that seems to be an impossible task.]

Aye, well. Someone with some sense has to be around here somewhere. I'll just ask them.