Pointed Ponderings [open]

[bonnypiperlad]

After the meet and greet, Jamie needed to think.  There was a /lot/ of information that he had gotten that he needed to process, and he wasn't entirely sure where the best place would be to go and do that. He wasn't at all sure he was up for creepy sleeping areas or a lot of the other places that had been described...and he was still missing his knife.

Figuring that he could try and sort out this thoughts while he was looking, he made his way back to the weapons and possessions locker, starting where he had found his kilt. He's in there now, rummaging around, but being careful to put things back where he found them afterwards.

Spotting a promising looking knife, he pulls it from its sheath and holds it up, looking at the blade of the knife intently. His back is currently to the door, and he seems completely absorbed in his study of the small weapon.
 

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[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

There's a bit of a grin.

"I laugh in the face of risk," she says, boldly. "I'll do it. What are you looking for burnt out wood for, anyway?"

[bonnypiperlad]

Jamie tries very, very hard to keep impatience with Lois from creeping into his voice. After all, what seems obvious to him may not be to her. He succeeds...mostly.

"If it's burnt enough to be charcoal," he comments, "you can write with it."

He's trying to be helpful, here, honest.

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

Oh.

Oh.

She lifts her eyebrows for a second, and then gives a little amused snort.

"I appreciate the thought, but regular ink pens? Way easier. No offense or anything."

[bonnypiperlad]

There's a shrug at that.

"Your choice, really." If she doesn't want to use the charcoal, it's her loss.

Since she doesn't seem interested in his idea, he doesn't bother looking for any burnt wood, specifically, but instead goes back to rummaging absently through the mess for the notebook and pen.

After a few moments, he looks over at Lois. "What will you do if we can't find the pen, then?" Because other than the death pen, and the charcoal idea, he's coming up with a bunch of nothing.

"Would just not write...uh, whatever it is you write?" He didn't think to ask earlier, what with the lasers and all.

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

"I guess I'll use their little computers, but seriously, I hate typing. If you ever see me on the network, you'll see that. It's slow, and all the typos... I can't be bothered."

She resumes the hunt.

"I'm a reporter."

[bonnypiperlad]

Jamie can understand that. "I'm not much better. It's not like they had computers back in my time in Scotland, aye?"

Seeing she's poking around again, he gives it another go as well but looks up with interest at the word 'reporter'.

"Oh, so you look for information and write stories about it?" Sounds kind of fun, actually.

"I was a piper, before."

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

"They keep telling me practice, or to take classes, but it doesn't make a difference. The second they invent computers that type whatever I'm thinking, it'll be good." She pauses. "No, scratch that, I wouldn't have a job."

And her editor would kill her.

"But it's more than looking for information and writing stories. It's about getting to the bottom of things and exposing the truth, and that's exactly what I do."

When not writing about stray kitten charity cases, anyway.

But given his accent, she shouldn't have been surprised. "And what's life like being a piper?"

[bonnypiperlad]

Jamie's eyes twinkle as he says, "Noisy."

More seriously, he adds, "I was the piper for clan McLaren, and it was a great honor. Usually, you would play the pipes before a battle, to inspire the men of the clan, but there were other occasions."

He's quiet, then, and admits, "It's been awhile since I've played properly." He's kept in practice with his chanter, but...

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

"Sounds interesting. My dad's a General in the military; we don't use the trumpet so much anymore, but it pretty much the same concept."

She pauses in her search to look up at him.

"Well, if I find bagpipes buried somewhere in this mess, I'll set 'em aside for you."

[bonnypiperlad]

Jamie will love you forever for that. The rest of the crew might not, so much.

"Aye? Thank you. The Doctor wasna so fond of my playing."

He winces internally, then. He hadn't planned on bringing that name into the conversation at all, and he's kicking himself for letting it slip. Stupid, Jamie, stupid.

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

Lois doubts there a bagpipe in here, but who knows.

"Hey, you're helping me find stuff, might as well return the favour," she says. "But I can guess why people wouldn't be so fond of it. It does sound obnoxious."

[bonnypiperlad]

She didn't seem to notice the slip, or decided it wasn't worth investigating. That was a bit of a relief.

"Well, I suppose to the untrained ear it could be a wee bit irritating, I'll admit. But I think it's grand."

And hey, if there isn't a bagpipe in here, he bets he can get an imaginary one to work in the Sensoriums.

"I'll give you fair warning if we do find one, alright?"