And if wishes were horses we'd all be eatin' steak.

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the
❝ I ☆ WISH ❞
meme

★ Post with your character. Do not have them wish!
★ Respond to other peoples' characters with your own.
At any point during the resulting conversation, they must make a wish pertaining to that character
For example; such as "I wish you would kiss me", or "I wish you would dance naked".
★ The magic words are 'I wish'. As soon as those words are spoken, it will happen, whether the person wishes it or not
★ SHENANIGANS AND FUN ENSUE

 

★ stolen from musebawks

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[makeherblue]

Nothing? Nothing's no good, we'll simply have to keep looking!

[ The Doctor checks his watch -- he won't say "nervously", so let's just settle on "urgently". Very, very "urgently". They have about a minute to spare when he finally locates a battered pair.

Except the other half is missing. This is what happens when you shuffle things around! The Doctor shoves it at Jamie. ]

Don't just stand there staring! Get them on!

[bonnypiperlad]

Aye, a-alright.

[Jamie fumbles the goggles on, but goes back to the chest in a desperate attempt to try and find a pair for the Doctor, as well. His hand closes around what he thinks is another pair - hard to tell with the goggles actually on - and he pulls them out. Is it a question of too little, too late, however?]

[makeherblue]

Jamie, those are aviators - !

[ The Doctor scrambled to try to put them on anyway, just as a bright flash hits the both of them. And it's literally hits, too: the Doctor's bowled over onto his back like a turtle that's been flipped over as something whooshes past. It lasts several seconds before it's over.

The Doctor tries to sit up, the aviators sliding down the bridge of his nose and sitting askew on his face. He gropes around for Jamie. ]

Jamie? Jamie!

[bonnypiperlad]

Hey?

[Even with the goggles on, Jamie's still blown backwards, tumbling over and coming to rest against the wall when it's all over. He shakes his head, trying to clear it of the faint disorientated sensation the flash - or the whooshing something - caused.]

Doctor?

[He pulls the goggles off, letting them rest around his neck as he looks around, not yet noticing the groping motion the Time Lord's making.]

Doctor, what was that?

[makeherblue]

[ Is that a knee? Feels like a knee. Maybe even a Jamie knee, which makes sense because Jamie's really the only closest person in the vicinity. That and he's sure that's a kilt. The Doctor reaches up to scrub at his eyes and isn't particularly surprised by the pounding headache...or the huge black spots flaring up in front of his eyes. ]

That? Bad luck. And a blown Bratlett tube. You're still in one piece, right?

[ The Doctor turns his head toward Jamie, his eyes not quite seeming to focus on anything particular. They're streaming, too, a little reddened around the edges. Still, the aviators had protected him, if only barely. The Doctor reaches up to try to fumble them off, more than sure that is most certainly a Jamie knee there. ]

[bonnypiperlad]

Aye, I am.

[He pats himself down just to make sure. Yes, definitely in one piece. Although, why would the Doctor be asking? It's not like Jamie's not right there for him to see. Not to mention the other small question that seems to have just come up...]

Why do ye have your hand on my elbow, though?

[makeherblue]

Your elbow...? [ Pat, pat, pat. A frown crosses the Doctor's face. ] Are you sure? It feels much more like a knee if it was...yes, right, anyway!

[ The Doctor wobbles to his feet, still with that distinct winded feeling as if a goat had headbutted him. And that, Jamie, is why you don't want Bratlett tubes to go out like that. The Doctor feels for the wall, facing a dark splotch that might be his Scot. ]

Now, we still have to replace that Bratlett. Funny things, blown Bratletts. They tend to short in bursts, so... [ The Doctor makes a move like he wants to check his watch, staring very hard past it and then holding it up to his ear. He listens to the gears, pressing the watch hard to his ear. ]

Not long. Maybe at most an hour before it has another go.

[bonnypiperlad]

Aye. We'd be best get started, then.

[Watching the Doctor address a dark patch that is most assuredly not his Scot, Jamie is, in general, a little less concerned with blown Bratlett tubes and rather more worried about the Time Lord.]

You all right, Doctor?

[makeherblue]

Me? Mostly. More or less. Probably less. [ The Doctor reaches out toward Jamie] What about you? You sound more instead of less.

[bonnypiperlad]

Look, I'm fine. [That is definitely not comforting to hear, though, and Jamie's expression is edging into something rather more alarmed. He moves so the Doctor can find him, then tries to guide him back to the wobbly chair.]

Easy...here, sit.

[makeherblue]

[ The Doctor's going to let him do that because humans need to feel some semblance of control. He flops down on the edge of the wobble chair, squeaking away on the springs. ]

Really, we should get back to work on the Bratlett. I wish you at least knew the difference between a twiddle and a twaddle. [ Heavy sigh. ]

[bonnypiperlad]

[Yes, of course, if that's what the Doctor is telling himself to make things better.]

Look, I'll call Billy or Kaylee over the comm rings and...

[He trails off, staring at the Doctor almost as if he doesn't quite see him there. Then, just as suddenly as he stopped, he starts right back up again.]

Don't be daft, Doctor. I know the difference between the two.

[makeherblue]

[ Turns toward Jamie's voice, frowning in his general direction. ]

Jamie, you can't even pass a Grade 3 nuclear physics test.

[bonnypiperlad]

[And Jamie is going to frown right back.]

Aye, maybe so, but I'm telling ye, I know the difference.

[He launches into a long, complicated explanation of not only the differences between the two, but also how the twiddle is better utilized in certain circumstances - such as the one in which they find themselves.]

...so if ye tell me where you've gone and put the spare tube, we'll just see about getting that fixed, yes?

[makeherblue]

Since when? If you twiddled when you should have twaddled, you could easily take your head off! Or eyebrows. Maybe those.

[ The Doctor listens, stunned, because the way Jamie talks is too confident to be simply repeating back what he may have heard.]

...What? Oh...oh! Yeah. It should be near the library but...


[ He'd be staring, boggled, at Jamie, if he was only pointed in the right direction. The Doctor starts to push himself to his feet. ]

[bonnypiperlad]

[He'll be quite happy to help point the Doctor in the direction of the library, at least, and help him along as well. Jamie may now know the difference between the two, but he still doesn't know what the tube itself looks like, and he has an idea that might be rather important.]

But what, Doctor?

[makeherblue]

But you're not supposed to know the difference between a twiddle and a twaddle, Jamie.

Something's odd. Aside from the Bratlett blowing like that.

[bonnypiperlad]

Hey! Who's to say I've not learned it since I woke up here?

Although...it was a wee bit odd the way it popped up in my head like that.

[makeherblue]

[ Because the Doctor tends to be distracted when he's blinded, baffled by Jamie's sudden prowess, and there's the Bratlett gearing up for another go, he's a bit snippy.]

Who's to say? Jamie, I've seen your work in Engineering. You were still learning the very basics of twiddling.

Okay, so! Door to the library. Which way?

[bonnypiperlad]

[Jamie shoots the Doctor a rather cranky look in return - even though he's fairly sure the Doctor won't notice at the moment - and mutters under his breath.] I wish you'd give me more credit sometimes.

[Still, he leads the Doctor towards the door to the library.] It's this way, Doctor.

[makeherblue]

What's that? I give you plenty of credit. [Equally grumbly. Time Lord hearing: it's a curse. ]

[ The Doctor lets Jamie lead him to the door: blind or not, he at least knows his own TARDIS not to go tripping on the trunk he left smack in the middle of the corridor yesterday. The Doctor steps over it, hand on Jamie's elbow. ]

The Bratlett tube is about this big. [ He makes a general guestimate with his hands, although it's questionable how accurate that is right now, given his current condition.] Should be under my favorite chair.

[bonnypiperlad]

Och. [Someday, maybe, Jamie will remember that and keep his mouth shut. For now, he also steps over the chest, as going around would mean he'd have to move away from the Doctor - and he thinks now's not the best time for that.]

Aye, should be easy to find something that size, at least.

[Of course, once they get to the library, it's another story. He finds the chair easily enough, but there's a box nearly full of tubes stashed underneath it. Jamie looks down at it in dismay.]

How many of those things do ye have in there, anyway?

[makeherblue]

[ The Doctor tilts his head, listening to the sound of Jamie dragging out the box of stuff. ]

Not sure. Been awhile since I bothered to keep count.

[ Following the sounds of the scraping, the Doctor starts to awkwardly kneel, figuring Jamie might need help. ]

[bonnypiperlad]

[Jamie kneels down as well, starting to dig through the tubes, trying to find the one in question.]

Hey, it's not these smaller ones, right?

[makeherblue]

[ The Doctor frowns, feeling about the tubes. Despite being effectively blinded, he's still much more accurate with the tubes than Jamie, sorting through them almost arbitrarily. ]

No, that one has a little bobble on the side. At least we've established you can't identify bobbles. Yet.