trans_9 | There's Snow Place Like Home [Bendytimed to between the Ohm simulation and the Second Life plot]

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There's Snow Place Like Home [Bendytimed to between the Ohm simulation and the Second Life plot]

A recent walk through the hangar had confirmed to Jamie that the TARDIS had been put back into whatever place it was that Stacy stored ships when their owners were in the pods. Overall, it didn't make too much difference - none of them had been able to get into it anyway. Still, he had liked to slip away from time to time just to take a look at it and remember the adventures he had gone on with the Doctor. Part of him had been hoping somehow that it would have stayed somewhere where he could do that again. Even though he hadn't really admitted it to his friends, he missed the Time Lord not being around.

So it may not come as much of a surprise that the Sensoriums currently has a TARDIS in it. The wide expanse of snow surrounding it might be a little more unusual, but it does provide an easy way to figure out where the current creator of this particular scenario would be - should anyone care to follow the Jamie-sized footprints to the door of the seemingly blue wooden box. If not, well, there's a lot of the white stuff just sitting around waiting for someone to do something with it.

((OOC: Jamie is in the TARDIS if you want to pester him but if for some reason anyone wants to just use the setting for their own-snow related threads, feel free. Just mention somewhere if you're going in the TARDIS or if you want Jamie to come outside.))

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Well, there was the time that the Doctor had to dress as a washerwoman to smuggle King James out of England - but Jamie had to dress as one then, too. Therefore, Kaylee will likely not get to hear that story, unless Jamie gets very, very drunk.

Still somewhat stunned by the sight of the dress, he doesn't respond immediately. It takes a small amount of effort to pull himself together enough to reply. "N-no, it's fine. She...Victoria, I mean. She left it behind when...when she decided to stay with the Harrises. I've not seen it for awhile, that's all."

It wasn't who she was anymore, so why take it with her? Jamie rubs at the back of his head, and says, a bit lamely, "Ah, I think she was a few inches shorter than ye are. It might not fit exactly right." He hesitates for a second or two, then adds, "But ye can try it on if ye like."

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Victoria. All at once, Kaylee understands Jamie's reaction that much better. She would feel the same way, probably, if Jamie picked up one of Simon's suits and asked to try it on. Time to get over someone doesn't always necessarily mean that you are over them, it just means you've have a little time to heal over.

Poor Jamie's floundering a bit. Kaylee gives him a small smile, and looks over the dress once more before wordlessly sliding it back onto the rack and continuing down the line. It's not her place to tread, and it never will be. The least she can do is respect that.

Jamie hadn't been aware that he was holding his breath until Kaylee puts the dress back in it's place. As fond as he is of Kaylee, it didn't seem quite right to think of her in that particular outfit - even if it is just a figment of his imagination. He's grateful that she's willing to respect that, and he gives her a small smile in return.

However, from her reaction when she pulled the dress out in the first place, he's thinking that she might have enjoyed trying on something big and fluffy like that, and he points a little ways down the rack.

"There's some ball gowns down there," he says, trying to be helpful. Really, Jamie tries not to think too much about why they're there, but the fact is there are a few to be had, and he knows Victoria never wore them. "Ye might like a few of those."

Kaylee would really like to try anything on. If it's something big and fluffy, excellent. If it's something short and cute, that works too. She isn't exactly picky as she continues her way down the rack.

Ball gowns, though. Kaylee's ever only tried on one ball gown in her life (not counting those for masquerades in the Sensoriums), and she is more than eager to move just a little quicker down the line of dresses to get to those gowns. She's careful to watch for any reactions Jamie might have out of the corner of her eye as she looks.

Finally, she pulls out a teal dress with one side that opens up to ruffles underneath that just make it impossible to resist. Eagerly, she looks back to Jamie. "This one, you think?"

There's not too many reactions to be had, apart from a mild amusement as she hurries down to take a closer look. He thought that she might appreciate those.

He tucks his thumbs behind his belt and waits while she goes through the dresses, his thoughts drifting back to Victoria after a few minutes of watching. Would she have minded Kaylee trying on the dress? He doesn't think so, but...

It takes a few seconds for him to register he's being asked a question. "Mm? Oh, aye." He obligingly takes a closer look at the dress. He vaguely recognizes it, but only in the most basic way. Nothing there to cause any problems. "Aye, that should be fine. The changing area's just over there."

He's not lying, and Kaylee happily retires into the changing area with an excited skip. The dress fits alright, though it's anything but a perfect fit. It's a little bit tight, but Kaylee isn't about to complain.

When twirls back out to beam at Jamie, and nods at the rack closest to her.

"Ain't you gonna try anythin' on, then?"

Even if he probably has a thousand times over...

Jamie's seen dresses on Kaylee before, of course, but it's rare. They're just not practical to wear in Engineering, and the rest of the time, well, there's the plantsuits.

But every time he sees her in one, he can't help but think that she looks bonny in them. And that she looks happy, as well. This time is no exception, even if it's a little tight on her. Although...if Jamie's going to be honest with himself, he actually likes that even better. Whichever way you slice it, though, they suit her, and he smiles.

He decides that now might be a good time to take her advice, and he starts to do just that. "Kaylee, ye...oh." He's neatly distracted by the nod over to the rack, and turns to look at it, compliment temporarily forgotten. There's a familiar looking plaid in that rack, and he goes over to pull it free - although he attempts to place his body between her and it, just so she doesn't get any bright ideas about dressing him up in something with pants.

"Aye, well, I'd not thought to do so, but maybe I could at that."

Kaylee herself is actually a pretty big fan of those plantsuits. They give a decent look into the build of a person, and she's plenty appreciative of many of the men on board Serenity. Dean included, or he'll mope.

There are plenty of nice suits on this rack, and she's contemplating suggesting one or two of them to Jamie. He let her pick her own garment to try on, though, so she decides against pressing and just continues down the line of suits without comment otherwise. "We got time, 'n I don't think it'd hurt a flea if you did."

Come on, Jamie. Live a little, play dress up.

It works on both ends. Jamie is just as appreciative when it comes to the women of Stacy and their plantsuits, but there's still something to be said for wearing clothes that you like.

"Aye," Jamie says, folding his bundle of clothing over so it simply looks like a mass of cloth. "I'd not say you'd be wrong there."

He disappears into the same changing area that she was just in, and is gone for quite a bit longer than if he had been putting on a simple suit. When he comes out, though, he's still wearing a kilt. It just happens to be a great kilt, complete with the extra fabric worn as a plaid over his shoulder. There's also a 18th-century coat, a shirt with frilled edges and a sash with silver accents holding the plaid in place. The plantsuit appears to be nowhere to be seen.

"Well?" he asks Kaylee, curious to see what her reaction is.

It's clear that she knows she isn't wrong, and Kaylee just flashes him another smile as he disappears into the changing area. He takes his time in there, though, and by the time he's finished Kaylee has taken to spinning circles around the room, occasionally pausing to admire another dress before continuing on.

She looks up from another dress--this one a more velvety black--when Jamie calls for attention. While a part of her had hoped to see him venture out of his comfort zone some, she can't help but admit that he looks absolutely shiny in this fancy get-up.

"Completely dashin'," the mechanic replies, sincere as can be. "Suits you."

"Aye?" Jamie glances down at himself, then smiles, a little hint of that 'pleased-with-himself' air to it. "Aye, I suppose it does, at that."

Smoothing down the plaid over his shoulder for a moment, his gaze alights on the black velvet dress that she's been looking at. "Why don't ye try that on on as well?"

He knows it's a slightly different cut, and not as colorful as the dresses she usually likes to wear. But a small part of him wants to see what she looks like in the dress all the same.

"Like ye said, we have time."

"With the exception of that Halloween gettup of yours, I don't think there's a thing you could put on that wouldn't suit you."

Kaylee laughs, sliding the velvet dress off of its hanger. It looks like it might fit better than the blue one, at the very least. They've definitely got time for it...

She flashes him another smile, and disappears to go change again. It takes a little longer this round--she has to get out of the first dress and into the second, and get herself all unzipped and rezipped and everything else, but finally Kaylee steps back out.

"Bit colorless, but..."

Unsurprisingly, there's a protest at the mention of the Halloween outfit. "Hey! I'd not have picked that if I had the chance, and ye know it!"

This is completely true. He still doesn't know what Stacy was thinking, dressing him up like that. Next time he vows to wear something more suitable to him. Like the great kilt. He's thought it up a few times the Sensorium before, and each time he thinks that he'd like to replace it. It's not like the TARDIS is going to turn up again with the actual wardrobe room for him to go find the outfit, after all.

When Kaylee comes out, he can't help but notice that it does fit her better. And, despite the lack of color to it, looks very nice on her, indeed. Without thinking, Jamie opens his mouth, and the words he didn't say earlier finally come out.

"Ye look bonny in it, Kaylee."

"Considerin' I don't think there was a person in that room who'd picked their own, yeah, I know."

Not that Kaylee hadn't liked her own costume. The little honeybee dress had been plenty cute, and wasn't something she got to dress up in all that often. Kind of like right now, with all the dresses she's got access to...

Right at this moment, she's quite pleased with the one she's wearing. She hadn't been lying when she had told Jamie girls liked those little compliments about how pretty they were on occasion, and the mechanic is no exception. Her smile widens, and if it were any brighter it would probably light up the room.

"You mean it?"

"I'd not say if I'd not meant it, Kaylee," Jamie points out. This is true. He's not one to compliment lightly when it comes to whether or not he finds someone to be pretty.

As a matter of fact, when Kaylee smiles like that, he actually thinks she's quite beautiful. And if she hadn't been with Dean, he would have given serious thought to stepping forward and kissing her right then to show her he meant it.

He does step forward...but it's only to offer her his arm. It's not quite as gallant as it could be, unfortunately. He still doesn't have that part of it down just right yet.

"Well, now that we're dressed, there's somewhere else I'd like to show ye, if you'll go."

Just a few words like that, though, and Kaylee feels as confident in this dress as she normally does in her coveralls. "S'pose not. Wouldn't ever take you for the type to butter somebody up if you didn't mean it."

Taking Jamie's arm reminds her a bit of home, and attending that shindig with Mal. She certainly hadn't been the most graceful thing there, but once she had settled in some and started making friends she felt just like the belle of the ball should. This has that same feel to it, the knowledge that somewhere, under the grease and grime, she's able to look at least a little bit like a lady.

"Lead the way, sir," she giggles, nodding toward the door.

Jamie smiles that crooked smile of his, and steps back out into the corridor. It's nice to be walking down the halls with her, although he wishes he could show her the real thing. If anyone deserved to see the TARDIS for real, it's Kaylee.

The trip this time is considerably shorter, just a few quick turns and twists. He stops outside a door that, at first glimpse, looks like part of the wall itself. But there's lines that indicate where the entrance would be.

"This isn't it," he mentions offhandedly. "I just need to fetch something from my room first, though, if ye don't mind?"

She's careful not to let anything grab her attention this time around. If Jamie hadn't been tired of her constant stops yet, he probably would have been if she had kept slowing them both up this round. Even so, she's just as content to walk along and wonder at what the last stop might be as she is checking all of the specs for the ship.

There's no real reason for it, but Kaylee finds herself a bit surprised at the mention of Jamie's room. She knows he had stayed on the TARDIS for quite some time, and obviously he was bound to have a room on it. Maybe it's that re-realization after a tour of such an amazing ship that throws her. Jamie, right here in front of her, actually got to live and travel with this boat.

She nods him in. "Don't mind at all, so long as you don't take an hour in there."

"And leave ye to wander off to who knows where on the ship?" Jamie replies, a teasing note in his voice. "Ye might find the swimming pool and then I'd have to fish ye out."

He pushes open the door, revealing a glimpse of more white walls, and what appears to be a wooden bed with a blanket neatly folded at the end of it pushed up against the far wall. There's a small shelf that contains a bunch of things Jamie finds interesting - mostly a lot of small items from the twentieth century, a couple of toys and interesting little stones. There's a picture frame there, too, containing a couple of what appear to be photographs tucked inside, although it's hard to tell of who from the hallway.

The door swings shut as Jamie steps through it, leaving Kaylee alone in the hallway for the moment.

Kaylee raises her eyebrows. "There's a swimmin' pool in here too?" Not that it really surprises her, per se, it's simply unexpected. Leave it to the TARDIS to have a gorram swimming pool.

She manages not to be too nosy about what all is in Jamie's room, just a quick glance to see what bedrooms on the TARDIS might look like. Once the door closes, she spins around to take in the surrounding hallway.

It's not terribly exciting, unfortunately. There's an abundance of white walls, to be sure, but there isn't much else except an access panel. Where there's an access panel, there's normally a curious Kaylee. She doesn't try to open it, she can't without her tools, but she does step closer to get a better look at it and make up all kinds of ideas on what might be behind the panel while she waits for Jamie.

That's the problem with the halls - and the personal rooms, really. A lot of white, with some extra white and white rondels thrown in. It's something that needs to be dressed up a little. Especially the rooms.

Fortunately for Kaylee, she doesn't have to stare at the panel too long. Jamie is indeed fairly quick to return, holding what looks like a small radio in his hand. He grins a little when he sees her by the access panel, but hides it quickly, instead stepping over to her side.

"Och, ye don't want to look at that right now, do ye?"

She's mid-thought as Jamie approaches, nose wrinkled and brow furrowed in debate of whether or not it's worth it to pry the corner of the panel open. Just for a little peek, honest.

As soon as he's by her side, Kaylee straightens back up, a look of pure innocence on her face as she eyes Jamie's hidden hand. "Not right now, no," she replies. "Wouldn't want to mess up the dress, at the very least."

Uh-huh. Jamie sees that oh-so-innocent look and his eyebrows pop up for a moment, even as he surreptitiously moves his hand so Kaylee can't get a good look at what it is he's got in it. "Oh, aye. Of course."

He doesn't offer his arm just yet, though, instead giving her a thoughtful look. "I'll tell ye what, Kaylee. There's a panel over by where I had it in mind to go. If, when we get there, ye would prefer to take a look in it instead, I'll fetch some tools for ye. Fair enough?"

How could you ever doubt this face, Jamie? This face is complete, angel innocence...backed by a lot of curiosity OKAY he caught her.

Unfazed, Kaylee listens to Jamie's offer and ponders it for all of half a second before she shakes her head. "There ain't a chance in di yu I'd rather look at a panel than experience this surprise of yours." She means that, and not only because Jamie's mind probably hasn't filled in all the TARDIS workings just right. Spending time with friends is more important. Exploration can wait.

He may not be the brightest bulb sometimes, but he's known Kaylee long enough by now to figure out when she's got a urge to look into something or other. At the same rate, he can tell that she means what she said, so he nods and offers his arm again.

It's just as well, really, because he has no idea what's behind the access panel anyway.

"Aye, well, then. I've just one more question for ye. Blue or green?"

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...apologies for the last tag? "on occasionally" what the hell is grammar, self.

It's magic text that scans as perfectly normal at 5 am.

Apparently so, if you were able to write a coherent response after reading it.

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