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What dreams may come [Open, bendytimed to before GTFO plot]

In her sealed, silent, sensory-deprived meditation room, Roxie is sleeping. It's a special sleep: for all dreams are connected, she knows, and by spinning her mind out along the web of thought, she might step into others...

[Roxie is dream-hopping, getting a look at the subconsciousnesses of the other people on the ship. So, how it works - if you're interested, go ahead and post with a dream your character is having, and Roxie will slip into it, subtle at first but more obvious as she tries to satisfy her curiosity. Just her being around will make the dreamer more lucid and more likely to remember the whole thing when they wake up.

Also, feel free to ask any OOC questions in a thread here, or poke me on AIM at 'anagramarye'.]

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"It doesn't all have to be a happy story to draw somebody in," Roxie says. "And it's clear she meant a lot to you."

Her tone is as gentle as she can make it, given the circumstances.

He thinks this over for a few minutes, then nods. "Aye. I suppose ye do have a point. And...it would be pretty boring if everything was happily ever after." That was one thing about traveling with the Doctor - it was never boring.

Jamie finally does turn towards the patch of mist and watches it as it stretches thinner and thinner. "I just wish I had told her. Maybe she would have stayed, if she knew." Unspoken, but fairly obvious, is his fear - maybe she never felt exactly the same way.

The last vestiges of Victoria finally dissipate, although Jamie continues to watch the spot. Finally, he asks, a touch wistfully, "D'ye think I'll dream of her forever like this?"

"I think that depends on if you want to remember or not," Roxie says. She thinks a moment. "Is it better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all?"

It's really just a hypothetical, to her. She's never really felt that kind of affection for anyone.

"I want to remember," Jamie says without hesitation. He's definitely of the opinion that it is better to have loved and lost. "It's just..."

To him, Roxie appears as a young girl - but if she is both traveler and guardian, then perhaps she might be able to answer his next question.

"She slips away all the time in this dream. Is there any way to change that?" He knows it wouldn't be forever - when he wakes up, she'll be gone. But to have at least one time where she doesn't fade into nothingness would be nice, he thinks.

"How much difficulty would you be willing to put yourself through for this?" Roxie asks, and she slides forward from the 'Y'. Her cloak flutters around her (there's a flash of white and black and red clothing underneath) and she lands nimbly on her feet. "I might be able to change it once or twice for you, but if you want it to last at all you'd have to do the heavy lifting yourself."

"I'm not afraid of hard work," Jamie juts his chin forward, looking rather stubborn. "I'll do what I have to." He certainly seems willing to learn, even without knowing what exactly the learning will entail.

"All right." Roxie smiles, and pulls her hood back.

"The first step... when you're awake, every time your scenery changes, you'll have to ask yourself if you're awake or not. Make it a habit."

Jamie considers this for a moment, then nods slowly. "Okay." It sounds easy enough, so he's pretty sure he can do that.

However, with Jamie, there's usually a question that he feels the need to ask. Not surprisingly, there's one now. "Why?"

"If you're going to influence a dream, you have to be able to recognize it," Roxie says, and holds up a pointer finger for a brief moment as if for emphasis. "If you try to walk before you learn to crawl, you'll just end up falling on your face."

"Och, I see! So if I keep checking to see if I'm awake, eventually when I ask myself that, I'll actually be asleep, and then I'll know the difference." He smiles warmly at Roxie. "You're verra kind to be willing to help me, by the way."

Roxie nods sagely at that. "Once you can reliably do that, you'll be ready to move on to the next steps."

...and she smiles, just a little. "It's my job to help people like this, if they're willing to put a little work in themselves. You don't need to thank me for it."

"Aye, well...it may be your job, but I still appreciate your help." So he's not really afraid to say thanks when he feels it to be appropriate.

"When I'm ready, I'm guessing I would contact ye in the dream?" It seems the most sensible way to do things. But if Roxie prefers to be the one to do the contacting, he figures he should know so he has an idea what to expect.

Roxie nods. "You might have to try a few times depending on the timing, but that's the best way." For a brief moment she flashes him a broad smile, and then turns, skittering back up the trunk of the 'Y' like a monkey.

Jamie calls up after her - hoping to catch her before she's gone completely. "Should I use a name or just think of ye?"

She turns. "Roxana. —Roxie." She flicks him a little military-style salute with one hand, turns back, and bounces the next 'tree' as if she were light as a feather, scrambling across it before she hops to the next, all moving very quickly.

Jamie raises his eyebrows at the name. A guardian named Roxie? Still, as he watches her bounces between the 'trees', he decides that it suits her. There's a trill of recorder music, and the Doctor moves back into view.

"What was that, Jamie?"

Jamie opens his mouth and starts to answer, but instead of what he wants to say, all that comes out is, "Och, it was nothing, Doctor." The dream pulls him back in, then, and the scene shifts one last time, back to the TARDIS.

There's a new girl there now, tiny and dark-haired, wearing a sparkly, futuristic-looking catsuit. Her name is Zoe. Jamie is talking to her, while the Doctor adjusts the controls.

Things seem peaceful...

And Roxie is gone, then, just a shadow slipping out through the crack of the doors of the TARDIS.

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