Distractions [Open]

[bonnypiperlad]

After helping Kaylee while her arm was hurt, Jamie was curious as to exactly what it would take to try and learn enough about simple repair to try and do the same with the Engineering department. The work in the city wouldn't take forever, after all, and while there were other things he agreed to do, he didn't think they would take a lot of his time. He could volunteer for security, but he wasn't sure if that was something he really wanted to do. And since there wasn't really a 'creeping along corridors' department, maybe this would be some other way he could help.

He had managed to get the information onto one of the data pads and settled down for a good read. Some time later, however, he found himself staring at the screen in dismay. There was a lot more to it than he had expected. Sure, he could push buttons and throw levers when directed - and he had helped fix that one frayed wire. But everything else...

"Och," he muttered, pushing the pad aside in frustration. Maybe later, he'd look at it again. Right now, he needed to do something, anything other than just sit there and stare at a wee little screen and try and figure out what it all meant. Maybe a walk was in order. After some aimless wandering, Jamie found himself in the vehicle bay. It was as good a place as any, he supposed. He'd just have a quick peek around, then get back to work.

It was when he was nosing about that he heard the sound. He was being very careful not to actually touch anything - you never knew when someone would show up and get all upset over some imagined scrape and blame you for it. That meant it wasn't anything he had done...so it was likely someone else was there with him.

Raising his voice so it would carry a bit, he called out, "Hey, anyone there?"

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[itsmynamenow.livejournal.com]

Terry was just as confused over what he wanted to be called as Jaime was about what to call him. When he put on the suit, he mentally called himself Batman. He had to - it was the only way he could really do what he did. But two people back home still called him by name when he was in costume - Max and Bruce. They were the only ones who knew his identity, so he was okay with it. But everyone on the ship knew who he was. He wasn't sure how to deal with that.

So he ignored it, for now at least. "Hey Jaime," he simply replied.

"Yeah, it's mine... well, I guess Bruce actually owns it, but not for another fifty years. So it's mine now." He tapped the hull with his knuckles, then said, "It's called the Batmobile. It's a jet, but the old man recycled the name of his car." He shrugged. He wasn't really sure why the name had been reused.

[bonnypiperlad]

Well, if Terry doesn't want to give an answer one way or another right now, that's fine by Jamie. He's more interested in the jet at the moment, anyway.

"Ah, so it is a flying beastie!" Jamie says, sounding pleased. "Jets are the verra fast ones, aye?" They're all very fast to him, really, because he doesn't have enough experience with them to judge relative speeds. However... "The Doctor tried to explain the difference between the jets and the other flying beasties to me once," he adds with a shake of his head. "I wasn't really sure I understood him, though."

Jamie studies the jet for a moment, trying to see if he can figure out why it would be called the Batmobile. "Well. If ye squint, it does look a wee bit like a bat, I suppose." He shrugs. "Maybe he just liked the name."

[itsmynamenow.livejournal.com]

Terry had to take a moment to adjust to the 'flying beastie' comment. Practically everything flew - or at least hovered - in his time. He had to remember that that wasn't the norm everywhere, and that people on the ship might not be familiar with a jet.

"Yeah, jets are the fast planes. This gets up to Mach 3..." he paused, trying to remember physics class and what exactly that meant. "Which is faster then the speed of sound, I think. But I've only had to go that fast once or twice. It'd be pretty bad if I went that fast in the city."

He looked around for a moment, making sure the boss wasn't around to hear him say what he said next. The ship was big enough that he didn't run into Bruce a lot, but the old man had always had a habit of showing up right when Terry said something disparaging back home, and it had trained him to be paranoid. "Well, Bruce kind of names everything after bats. Batmobile, batarang, it's nuts. Guy has some serious issues."

[bonnypiperlad]

Terry doesn't know the half of it, really, but Jamie's never bothered to point out the whole being from the 18th century to him. The Scot seems to be under the impression it might not go over well, for whatever reason.

He scratches his head. "The City's pretty big, but, aye, maybe." He doesn't sound completely certain about that - he's having a little bit of trouble grasping the who speed of sound idea. He'll just trust that it's very fast, however, and leave it at that.

There's a rather skeptical look at the Bat-revelation. "Batarang? That's..." Okay. That's just weird. "Ye might have a point." And Jamie just decides that he really don't want to think too much about that, so he's going to try and peer inside the cockpit instead. "So how's this work, anyway?"