Apr 17, 2011 17:49
[A wild Jamie stalks into the Lobby, journal in hand. He stops right in the doorway, baffled by his sudden, jarring change in location, and... then he proceeds to stand there and block the way like a nuisance. And also start shouting.] Zoe! Doctor? Hey, Doctor!
[He has no idea why he thought that would work. After a few moments with no appearance from Zoe and/or his wee frumpy Doctor, he makes a small frustrated noise at the back of his throat. And then keeps on griping. B( Muttered:] Och, the great bampot, he could've at least warned me his daft friends werenae better at flyin that box than 'im.
...hey? [He has finally noticed the thing in his hands, and how everything he just said has already been written out on its open page.] Oh, now that's a wee bit strange.
[ooc: Open! Come bother the dude in a skirt kilt taking up space in the Lobby. All of his replies through the journal will be voice, because he doesn't have a pen on him!]
jamie mccrimmon,
!intro