[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 ( Read more... )

[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 ( Read more... )

[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 ( Read more... )

[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 ( Read more... )

[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 ( Read more... )

[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 ( Read more... )

[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!

[ ( Read more... )

[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 ( Read more... )

[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 ( Read more... )

[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 ( Read more... )