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❝ I ☆ WISH ❞
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★ 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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Jamie, have you seen my goggles? Speaking of which, you better get some too, I don't want you getting blinded.

Och, now what are ye up to, Doctor? [He shakes his head.]

No, I've not seen them. Not since ye said ye were going climbing in that one room with all those picture frames on the wall.

Up to? Do I look like I'm up to anything?

Wonderful. Did I say wonderful? I meant catastrophic, because we've got... [ Consults his watch and reaches down to tug at Jamie's hand ] ...well, not long at all. Better find those goggles!

[Obviously he's in trouble, right up to his neck. As usual. But there's definitely a sense of urgency in that tug, and Jamie starts looking for goggles. Or anything that will work in the place of goggles.]

What's going to happen, Doctor?

Well, I probably shouldn't say that compressor that fell out was important. Or that without it, the lighting is going to get a bit...strange.

[ Blindingly strange: permanent for Jamie if they don't get him some goggles and the Doctor doesn't fancy a week long migraine for him. They both need them, the Doctor moving urgently and digging through old chests for those goggles ]

I'd say we have about a few minutes at most.

[Okay, that doesn't sound good, at all. Jamie shoots the Doctor a rather nervous look, and starts digging through the old chests as well. Unfortunately he doesn't appear to be having the best luck.]

Nothing. Oh, I wish you'd find those goggles, Doctor.

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!

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?]

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!

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?

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[ 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. ]

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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?

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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.

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?

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

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.

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[ 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. ]

[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.

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

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

[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?

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. ]

[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?

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.

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.

[ 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?

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