[ When she talks about having a hot bath Jamie spares a glance over his shoulder to where the living area is. Hunting for a fireplace and some sort of pot. But Claire seems to have another plan. She waltzes right up to the fireplace and turns a knob before water comes rushing out. After a few moments he steps forward to run his fingers under the tap. He pulls them back. ]
Bloody hot.
[ He looks confused. More than confused. He knew this place would be different. He knew it the second he looked out and saw the great empty black. But now? He does not know. ]
Ah, careful. [She pushes his arm and hand back, not wanting him to touch again and get scalded. Another turn of a knob and the tests the water as it rushes into the tub, steam filling the small room. The tub isn't massive, but bigger than even the nice ones they had in Paris. Not that he'd remember their apartment there, of course.]
Elsewhere in the building there's likely a thing called a boiler. Does what it sounds like--it boils water, and pipes bring it here to us.
[And it's amazing. Turning to him, she smiles, happy to share this.]
[ She knows him too well. He would have indeed reached out to touch again. Most likely burning himself once more in the process. He lets Claire do her work. She knows more about it than him. Better at this sort of thing it seems. Given that she's been here quite a bit longer. ]
That's very clever of them.
[ A boiler. Boils water and just loops it back around to here. ]
You have two hands, Mr. Fraser. [Both functioning at full capacity. But, smiling, she lets the tub fill as she turns towards him, starting with the stock at his neck.]
[She's done this hundreds of times. It's muscle memory the way she undresses him, peeling away jacket and vest until he's down to his shirt. That's when her attention goes to his belt, and she begins to undo the buckle.]
We'll have to see about getting you some extra clothes, too.
[ He's not had her undress him often. Though it seems she's memorized it. He hides whatever he's feeling when she gets it all done relatively quick. He supposes that undressing someone isn't that difficult. Especially considering how long Claire has been with them. ]
Why? I've got fine clothes.
[ Why would he need more? Though maybe an extra jacket or two along with some shirts would help. ]
[Belt, kilt, and then shirt. Another confirmation of things not being quite right. Her palm presses to his ribs, where a scar should sit dark on his pale skin. There's nothing there.]
You do, but I don't know how all this wool will do with autumn here. Might be a tad too warm.
[ She's a very nosy lass. Not that he's ever minded before. He finds it quite charming at times. She does not stand down. Even when she has every reason in the world to. She pushes back. It's why he loves her. ]
I'm glad she met ye too. She dinnae spend much time with many lasses back home.
[ She's surprised to hear it, but not very. Especially not with what she knows of Claire's experiences, and the other woman of her own. They both live and work in worlds governed by men and they've both made their presence felt in a very real and lasting way. Of that, she's certain. ]
Both of us work in positions that are often filled by men. [ She may as well get it over with: ] I've actually joined up with the Royal Guard here. So if you're curious as to where I go during the day, I'm most likely on patrol.
[ Not many lasses in Castle Leoch available for chatting. Certainly not ones that Claire's taken a real vested interest in. She spent so long on the road collecting rent with them that she was surrounded by men constantly. Though she fit in quite well with the others. Keeping them in their place. Never letting it show. ]
Strong lasses then. [ He nods with a smile. ] Good. I'm glad ye was able to find a place. I'm sure ye keep this place plenty safe.
[ Well, he's already angered his wife enough already. If he was to start running his mouth too much he doubts very much she'd be kind enough to forgive him a second time. Perhaps women aren't in combat, but it's no business of his own to judge her world. ]
Well, no. But I've already come to the conclusion that this is no' like my home. I can hardly sit upon my throne and judge it for how things are done now can I?
Well said. And I'm glad to hear it. The commander of the army is a woman. I couldn't tell her where I was really from, but when she saw how surprised I was to meet her, she assumed I was from another town that didn't believe in the sort of equality they do here.
[ He would hope so. Or else he's fairly certain his wife would come flying in to bludgeon him with a shoe or something equally dangerous in her hands.
It's interesting to hear the commander of this military is a lady. It's obviously worked for this world quite well. He's not going to really poke at that? He'll save all his confusion for Claire when they're alone. ]
Aye. Cause they dinnae ken we're not from here? Correct?
[ Edmund mentioned that to him. He knows you're not supposed to tell them. ]
Correct. They think we're from other towns and cities.
[ It's safer, she supposes, for all involved. She understands why it's necessary. But it means being a little more careful with who you speak with and what about. ]
Such a strange way to handle such a thing. Ye'd think they'd want to tell them.
[ Maybe they would be just fine with their existence. Though he does not know if he should be questioning the ones that saved them. They've likely put quite a bit of thought into how to handle all of this. Maybe it's for the best. ]
Seems a bit sad to keep them in the mirk like this. Like we're deceiving them for our own desires.
[ Maybe she's right. Though he's not quite sure if the ones they're lying to would see it that way. Perhaps they'd realize that it was for their own good. He can't say that he'd know what to do in their place. ]
Aye. It's more than just a wee bit of lying. It's their way of life though isn't it?
[ She smiles briefly at that and wonders how often she's thought the same thing under different circumstances. She keeps secrets for a living. Some things never change. ]
[ As a former fugitive in his world secrets do serve a purpose. They can keep you safe. That's the case here. Keeping them safe by also keeping things from them. It took his wedding to tell Claire his true full name. No holding back. ]
[ It's difficult being Scottish when the English want to either kill you or turn you into their slaves. Put you beneath them. He's not proud of it, but it does come in useful when blood shed would really only get you noticed quicker by soldiers. But by the way they're looking at Jamie he can tell they're not that satisfied by what's being said or perhaps how it's being said.
But the guards take offense to Rosalind's question. Perhaps just the tone. But it's not like they're going out of their way to make this any easier. When they announce to search them it's Jamie who steps forward to block the first soldier's path. Not to fight him, but simply to give him pause. ]
Do not touch my sister.
[ His voice stern and clipped. He wouldn't be comfortable with any strange guard searching Jenny if she were here. No brother would ever let some man touch his sister. ]
Let me--[ He looks at her and then them. ]--let me do it in front of you. You'll see she's hidden nothing.
[She stiffens, her mouth tight, disliking that this is happening at all, but savvy enough to know that protesting will only lead to worse things. But the guard agrees to that, perhaps sensing that there'll be far more trouble than it's worth if he doesn't.]
Fine.
[It's an answer to Jamie, not the guards, because that's who truly needs permission. And if he tries anything, she's more than capable of making his life hell. She shifts, nodding at him.
She's got a few silver in her pocket, as well as a pen and a slender, small notebook. Beyond that, she carries nothing on her. She's not wearing all the usual layers of her time period, instead having shed them for a simple, sensible white blouse and pencil skirt. It's an outfit she enjoys, but one that leaves her feeling vulnerable right now.]
[ It's the lesser of two evils. He has no intention of touching her anywhere other than where they have him search. He knows what it's like to have unwanted hands on you. He wouldn't wish it on another person. Let alone someone kind enough to go out of their way to sneak you into a city. He'll apologize once they're far enough away from the guards. Once they can speak freely.
Jamie gives the guards a rather nasty stink eye before he moves to stand behind Rosalind. He's careful about where he puts his hands. Not just because he's not wanting to aggravate the work his wife did on his hand, but he doesn't want to scare her. He doesn't make anything more out of this than needs to be. Showing each item he retrieves to the guards that watch them closely. Once nothing else reminds Jamie raises his own hands away from her. ]
Happy now?
[ If they choose to go forward and search Jamie or insist that Rosalind take that part they'll find even less. His kilt doesn't have pockets, but the pouch attached to the front of his kilt is there. It just so happens to be empty for now. His dirk is on his belt as is his sword. He doesn't touch either of them though. Why would he? ]
[His touch is precise, touching only where he must, not moving an inch out of place or lingering too long. She's still stiff throughout, uncomfortable with being touched like this, but if anyone was to do it here, she's pleased it's him.
Still. She sighs internally when he takes a step back. There's noises from around them, impatient shouts from those who want to enter into the city; this little diversion has delayed things significantly, and the guards are looking nervous.
With an irritated scowl the guard waves them away, and Rosalind sighs as she leads her horse forward, into Olympia proper.
It's a tense atmosphere, and people still eye them suspiciously. But they're in, and that's all that truly matters.]
Well, then. A bit rougher than I expected, but we still managed.
[ He can only wait and hope that the guards lose interest. Waiting with raised arms until they wave them off. Indicating they're giving them entry. He tries not to breathe a sigh of relief. Instead he just lowers his arms and walks alongside of Rosalind. He stays close, but he doesn't put hands upon the lass again. He simply wants to speak as they're walking. Speak and not let those around them hear too much. ]
Aye. I suppose this was better'n me popping every stitch in my hand.
[ Which is the truth. His voice gets quieter once they've cleared a larger portion of the crowd. Jamie keeping what he has to say between the two of them as they walk together. The horse being guided by Rosalind. ]
Are ye alright? I hope ye ken I was nae trying to get a feel or anything. I just did nae want one of 'em touching ye inappropriately under the guise of searching ye.
[ Even if he wasn't a married man he wouldn't. It's really not something he does. ]
[She says it just a touch too sharply, regretting her tone the instant it's slipped past her lips. Rosalind shakes her head. She's being foolish, overemotional and silly. Best to get that under wraps.
So she focuses herself, taking a breath, before glancing over at him.]
. . . but yes. I know. Your touch was nothing but respectful, and it was the best decision. I doubt that man would have been half so considerate.
[But the best way to move on is to do simply that: move on, change topics, not focus on it. She shakes her head, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and tips her head back. The stables aren't so far from here, thank god, and so soon she'll be rid of this overlarge beast.]
Beyond your name and your country of origin, I don't know very much about you, and I'd be interested in hearing more. I hardly expect a biography, but-- well.
[There's something strange in her gaze, something bittersweet, as she drawls:]
[ He knows that tone. His wife takes it with him when he's done something stupid. Usually to tell him she's fine, but it never quite translates well. His wife has never been very good at hiding her anger at times. Whatever demeanor she put out to the world was quickly shattered and usually turned into her giving him the look. Though these days it's been rather difficult with Jamie's recovery.
Jamie doesn't like to think less of other people around him, but he thinks those men would have gotten far too much joy out of their search. Had he let them do it and tried to intervene he doubts it would have gone well. He took the chance they they would be too stunned to stop him from suggesting he go about it.
For a moment he studies her and after a few seconds he laughs. He bows his head for a moment and his laughter remains. He nods after another beat and looks at her. ]
Aye. I am indeed, sister. [ He licks his lips and swallows hard. ] This is nae my first time being here actually. I arrived months ago, but I suppose I went right back up nae long after. My wife's been here on her own. [ Jamie's tone gets sadder at that. Guilt overtaking him for leaving her for so long on her own. ]
Well. I shan't say something so stupid as I'm certain she was fine, but the one benefit to this place is that you can at least visit your loved ones when they leave you, even if it's only to stare at them.
[It's not as if she camps out in front of Robert's pod twice weekly, who would even do that, some sentimental fool that's who, so definitely not her.]
Let's hope your stay this time lasts, hm?
[She isn't jealous. She's not at all jealous. But there's perhaps a little haste in the way she adds:]
And what is it you did back before all the worlds ended?
Ye would nae be far off. She's a capable woman. She's found her way.
[ Even if finding her way meant she's now living with the Starks. He's not entirely certainly of how he feels about that, but they've been kind to her. Especially after Jamie left. He owes Sansa his appreciating for looking after his wife. Likely this Jon fellow as well. Though he's not quite as familiar with him. Still speaking to him might do him so good. Likely his father as well.
He nods about the visiting bit. He's done his visiting. Looking in on his sister and Ian. He doesn't quite know where Fergus lays, but he can only hope he's well in one of the stasis pods. The boy who will be his son. Not by blood, but by something more. Choice. ]
I can only hope. Though it seems we'd all benefit from a bit of time--not here.
[ With how tense everything is here with them. The whole world seems to be hanging on by a thread.
If she is Jamie doesn't notice. Not at this moment. ]
I tended to horses.
[ It's not a huge lie. He did tend to the horses at Castle Leoch. He's technically now Laird of Lallybroch, but he's not so sure he can assume that title once again after what happened with Randall. ]
[She offers the reins. Rosalind can ride a horse, but that doesn't mean she likes to. Horses are, in her opinion, a little bit insane, and prone to the oddest behaviors, and she really doesn't like being close to them if she has to.
She'd spent the past twenty years never seeing one. She isn't happy that standard hasn't continued.]
A Scot who tends to horses . . . I think you may be simultaneously the oddest and most normal companion I've had here.
[Normal for the obvious reasons, of course, because it's hard to think of something more ordinary than a man who tends to horses. But oddest, because in a way, it's so strange to meet someone so normal who's so foreign. He might well be from home, and yet what Rosalind knows of the Scots could fill a book. It's an odd dichotomy, to know they know the general same things, and yet be so wildly different.]
[ Jamie doesn't hesitate to take the reins from Rosalind. Horses have always been easier to Jamie. He prefers them over most people to be honest. He's always understood them better. When he lived at Castle Leoch he didn't sleep inside. He slept out in the stables until he married Claire while they were on the road. The stables were always Jamie's home. As he walks Rosalind's horse he does wonder if the horse's his wife acquired are still here.
That's not something he hears often. Though that's not entirely true. Jamie has come to terms with the fact that most people don't often meet men from the past. Or women for that matter. He often forgets that it's rather strange for people. ]
I suppose so. I forget nae everyone is from my time.
[ He's not expecting that question, but he has to think. He couldn't tell her really. Not after his time as a simple prisoner and then as Randall's prisoner. ]
I'm nae sure truly. English soldiers imprisoned me for some time. Difficult t' recall the passage of time with no sun light or anything. Once I was out I was recovering.
[ More than recovering. Trying to find his will to live is more like it. ]
I was a quantum physicist. It was-- [the briefest of hesitations]-- 1912. But now I work at the Institute, conducting research and working in whatever department needs me the most.
[ He hasn't got a clue what that is. He's a Highlander. You'd get more recognition out of him by saying you're a witch or a fairy. But he does nod his head. Trying to look like he understands. The year though makes him cock a brow. Claire's a good thirty years ahead of this woman timing wise. ]
My wife's a doctor herself. A surgeon. She's from a wee bit ahead of ye though.
[ Somewhat. Since her return through the stones again she's farther ahead. Farther than either of them could have imagined. ]
Suppose so. I was a Laird of my estate. Nae anymore.
[There's that minor mystery solved. She's intrigued by the mention of his wife, but first:]
It would be odd for the Queen's soldiers to imprison a stable boy. Less so a lord. I hope you'll forgive me if I don't call you Lord Fraser, but I grew tired of such ceremony when I was--
[ Half a year. That's quite a stretch. His wife has been here probably as long if not longer. Though he's never quite gotten an exact number. At least not recently. He wonders how long he'll stay this time honestly. He wonders if he'll wake up coming out of stasis again only to find out months have passed once more. It worries him. Leaving his wife so much. Yet she's always there. Always greeting him and telling him it'll be okay. ]
My wife's been here for quite a time as well. It seems this place has a nasty habit of hanging onto people and letting others fade away.
[ He can only hope that he won't go again. That he won't have to come down in one of those bloody ships again. The transporters were bad enough his first go around, but the crash wasn't much better. ]
[ Jamie struggles. Trying to look as if he doesn't want this to happen. Jamie's a large man. He's got quite a bit of heft on this man. Putting all his willpower into getting free would likely put them into a worse situation. But with his injured hand and the sling in place it's easy to assume he's not capable of getting free is because of that.
He doesn't look too closely at the guard. It'll lead her to think something is up. Like he's waiting for her to look away. She wouldn't assume he was looking for help. Especially not because she was willing to become involved in the wrong way before. Instead he looks around giving the illusion that he's looking for anyone else's help. Anyone that could potentially find them.
There's no telling how this could potentially go poorly. Especially if the guard called the citizens back. Facing off like that? Not something he wanted. ]
[ He says this louder than his words to Jamie earlier, loud enough that the dispersing crowd can hear them. He tries to make up for his smaller stature by standing straight and unforgiving. It's only halfway convincing— it's only ever been halfway convincing. But at twenty years old, Bucky isn't the youngest recruit in the Royal Guard, and he's armed.
They pass by a narrow alley, and Bucky almost takes the turn— that'd put them out of the other guard's sight, at least. But it's too suspicious. They've got no protocol that turns captives into deadend alleys.
But the next turn is a street, one that does go closer to the Guard's outpost in this district. ]
[ Jamie puts up a struggle. Not too much though. Careful not to buck the lad too much so that he might lose his grip. His gaze flicks around wildly and when it's not moving it's looking back at Bucky the best he can. Trying to look at his captor as they move along. Trying to get out of sight. For a moment it seems like it'll never end. That they'll never get clear. But eventually they do turn down a street and suddenly his line of sight on the other guard vanishes.
He heaves a sigh of relief almost immediately. He can't help it. Turning up at his wife's feet with more injuries would have certainly earned Jamie a spot on the floor for the evening. He waits until they're a suitable distance from the corner before he speaks. He's not sure how much longer the visual needs to go on. He leaves that to the man's discretion. He would know the guards far more than him. ]
[ Alright, Bucky knows what lad means. He'd been called "All-American Lad" and "Victory Lad" and "Star-Spangled Lad" enough times in the copy, and he'd never liked it one bit. 'Sides, he was twenty, a bona-fide, official adult. Almost old enough to vote even.
Still, when this guy says it, it's somehow more and less soupy than all the lines they drum up for the newsreels.
He's so pressed in these thoughts that it takes a moment to answer. ]
Almost. Just, right—
[ They round the corner. ]
There! Sorry about all that hokum, but I couldn't think of anything else that'd shake 'em.
[ He doesn't know how to apologize for the other part. ]
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claire and jamie - intro
Date: 2017-09-25 04:46 am (UTC)Bloody hot.
[ He looks confused. More than confused. He knew this place would be different. He knew it the second he looked out and saw the great empty black. But now? He does not know. ]
How?
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Date: 2017-09-25 04:51 am (UTC)Elsewhere in the building there's likely a thing called a boiler. Does what it sounds like--it boils water, and pipes bring it here to us.
[And it's amazing. Turning to him, she smiles, happy to share this.]
Go on, off with those clothes.
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Date: 2017-09-27 04:39 am (UTC)That's very clever of them.
[ A boiler. Boils water and just loops it back around to here. ]
Ye dinnae want to help?
[ He cocks a brow. ]
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Date: 2017-09-27 04:44 am (UTC)But I do suppose this falls under wifely duties.
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Date: 2017-09-27 09:57 am (UTC)[ He gives her a smile as she comes forward and gives into his request. He smiles wide and very proud of himself. ]
It truly does.
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Date: 2017-09-27 07:56 pm (UTC)We'll have to see about getting you some extra clothes, too.
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Date: 2017-09-29 03:05 am (UTC)Why? I've got fine clothes.
[ Why would he need more? Though maybe an extra jacket or two along with some shirts would help. ]
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Date: 2017-09-29 03:22 am (UTC)You do, but I don't know how all this wool will do with autumn here. Might be a tad too warm.
jamie and peggy - intro
Date: 2017-09-25 04:56 am (UTC)[ She's a very nosy lass. Not that he's ever minded before. He finds it quite charming at times. She does not stand down. Even when she has every reason in the world to. She pushes back. It's why he loves her. ]
I'm glad she met ye too. She dinnae spend much time with many lasses back home.
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Date: 2017-09-25 04:50 pm (UTC)[ She's surprised to hear it, but not very. Especially not with what she knows of Claire's experiences, and the other woman of her own. They both live and work in worlds governed by men and they've both made their presence felt in a very real and lasting way. Of that, she's certain. ]
Both of us work in positions that are often filled by men. [ She may as well get it over with: ] I've actually joined up with the Royal Guard here. So if you're curious as to where I go during the day, I'm most likely on patrol.
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Date: 2017-09-27 04:36 am (UTC)Strong lasses then. [ He nods with a smile. ] Good. I'm glad ye was able to find a place. I'm sure ye keep this place plenty safe.
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Date: 2017-09-28 07:33 pm (UTC)Do women often see combat where you're from, Mr Fraser?
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Date: 2017-09-29 02:55 am (UTC)Well, no. But I've already come to the conclusion that this is no' like my home. I can hardly sit upon my throne and judge it for how things are done now can I?
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Date: 2017-09-29 12:51 pm (UTC)Well said. And I'm glad to hear it. The commander of the army is a woman. I couldn't tell her where I was really from, but when she saw how surprised I was to meet her, she assumed I was from another town that didn't believe in the sort of equality they do here.
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Date: 2017-10-02 03:21 am (UTC)It's interesting to hear the commander of this military is a lady. It's obviously worked for this world quite well. He's not going to really poke at that? He'll save all his confusion for Claire when they're alone. ]
Aye. Cause they dinnae ken we're not from here? Correct?
[ Edmund mentioned that to him. He knows you're not supposed to tell them. ]
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Date: 2017-10-03 12:14 pm (UTC)[ It's safer, she supposes, for all involved. She understands why it's necessary. But it means being a little more careful with who you speak with and what about. ]
They don't even know that Thesa isn't a moon.
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Date: 2017-10-05 03:06 am (UTC)[ Maybe they would be just fine with their existence. Though he does not know if he should be questioning the ones that saved them. They've likely put quite a bit of thought into how to handle all of this. Maybe it's for the best. ]
Seems a bit sad to keep them in the mirk like this. Like we're deceiving them for our own desires.
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Date: 2017-10-09 02:24 am (UTC)[ She won't pretend to be an expert in Nysan history or culture. ]
I can't imagine it would go over well for them to suddenly hear about space stations and other worlds. I'm still trying to get used to it.
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Date: 2017-10-13 02:00 am (UTC)Aye. It's more than just a wee bit of lying. It's their way of life though isn't it?
[ He nods slowly. ]
Just hope it does nae come back t' haunt them.
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Date: 2017-10-14 07:20 pm (UTC)Yes, I suppose so.
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Date: 2017-10-20 04:10 am (UTC)It's very strange.
[ He lets out a laugh. ]
Ye do remind me of my wife.
rosalind - intro
Date: 2018-03-01 02:31 am (UTC)[ It's difficult being Scottish when the English want to either kill you or turn you into their slaves. Put you beneath them. He's not proud of it, but it does come in useful when blood shed would really only get you noticed quicker by soldiers. But by the way they're looking at Jamie he can tell they're not that satisfied by what's being said or perhaps how it's being said.
But the guards take offense to Rosalind's question. Perhaps just the tone. But it's not like they're going out of their way to make this any easier. When they announce to search them it's Jamie who steps forward to block the first soldier's path. Not to fight him, but simply to give him pause. ]
Do not touch my sister.
[ His voice stern and clipped. He wouldn't be comfortable with any strange guard searching Jenny if she were here. No brother would ever let some man touch his sister. ]
Let me--[ He looks at her and then them. ]--let me do it in front of you. You'll see she's hidden nothing.
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Date: 2018-03-01 04:29 am (UTC)Fine.
[It's an answer to Jamie, not the guards, because that's who truly needs permission. And if he tries anything, she's more than capable of making his life hell. She shifts, nodding at him.
She's got a few silver in her pocket, as well as a pen and a slender, small notebook. Beyond that, she carries nothing on her. She's not wearing all the usual layers of her time period, instead having shed them for a simple, sensible white blouse and pencil skirt. It's an outfit she enjoys, but one that leaves her feeling vulnerable right now.]
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Date: 2018-03-01 07:00 am (UTC)Jamie gives the guards a rather nasty stink eye before he moves to stand behind Rosalind. He's careful about where he puts his hands. Not just because he's not wanting to aggravate the work his wife did on his hand, but he doesn't want to scare her. He doesn't make anything more out of this than needs to be. Showing each item he retrieves to the guards that watch them closely. Once nothing else reminds Jamie raises his own hands away from her. ]
Happy now?
[ If they choose to go forward and search Jamie or insist that Rosalind take that part they'll find even less. His kilt doesn't have pockets, but the pouch attached to the front of his kilt is there. It just so happens to be empty for now. His dirk is on his belt as is his sword. He doesn't touch either of them though. Why would he? ]
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Date: 2018-03-01 07:25 am (UTC)Still. She sighs internally when he takes a step back. There's noises from around them, impatient shouts from those who want to enter into the city; this little diversion has delayed things significantly, and the guards are looking nervous.
With an irritated scowl the guard waves them away, and Rosalind sighs as she leads her horse forward, into Olympia proper.
It's a tense atmosphere, and people still eye them suspiciously. But they're in, and that's all that truly matters.]
Well, then. A bit rougher than I expected, but we still managed.
well i guess i have to actually play bioshock infinite now
Date: 2018-03-01 07:51 am (UTC)Aye. I suppose this was better'n me popping every stitch in my hand.
[ Which is the truth. His voice gets quieter once they've cleared a larger portion of the crowd. Jamie keeping what he has to say between the two of them as they walk together. The horse being guided by Rosalind. ]
Are ye alright? I hope ye ken I was nae trying to get a feel or anything. I just did nae want one of 'em touching ye inappropriately under the guise of searching ye.
[ Even if he wasn't a married man he wouldn't. It's really not something he does. ]
i mean i gotta do the same for outlander tbh so GUESS WE'RE ON A JOURNEY TOGETHER
Date: 2018-03-01 08:04 am (UTC)[She says it just a touch too sharply, regretting her tone the instant it's slipped past her lips. Rosalind shakes her head. She's being foolish, overemotional and silly. Best to get that under wraps.
So she focuses herself, taking a breath, before glancing over at him.]
. . . but yes. I know. Your touch was nothing but respectful, and it was the best decision. I doubt that man would have been half so considerate.
[But the best way to move on is to do simply that: move on, change topics, not focus on it. She shakes her head, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and tips her head back. The stables aren't so far from here, thank god, and so soon she'll be rid of this overlarge beast.]
Beyond your name and your country of origin, I don't know very much about you, and I'd be interested in hearing more. I hardly expect a biography, but-- well.
[There's something strange in her gaze, something bittersweet, as she drawls:]
You are my brother.
LOL. it's pain. though i did read in your permissions. BE AWARE IT HAS FUCKED UP SHIT.
Date: 2018-03-01 08:11 am (UTC)Jamie doesn't like to think less of other people around him, but he thinks those men would have gotten far too much joy out of their search. Had he let them do it and tried to intervene he doubts it would have gone well. He took the chance they they would be too stunned to stop him from suggesting he go about it.
For a moment he studies her and after a few seconds he laughs. He bows his head for a moment and his laughter remains. He nods after another beat and looks at her. ]
Aye. I am indeed, sister. [ He licks his lips and swallows hard. ] This is nae my first time being here actually. I arrived months ago, but I suppose I went right back up nae long after. My wife's been here on her own. [ Jamie's tone gets sadder at that. Guilt overtaking him for leaving her for so long on her own. ]
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Date: 2018-03-01 08:19 am (UTC)Well. I shan't say something so stupid as I'm certain she was fine, but the one benefit to this place is that you can at least visit your loved ones when they leave you, even if it's only to stare at them.
[It's not as if she camps out in front of Robert's pod twice weekly, who would even do that, some sentimental fool that's who, so definitely not her.]
Let's hope your stay this time lasts, hm?
[She isn't jealous. She's not at all jealous. But there's perhaps a little haste in the way she adds:]
And what is it you did back before all the worlds ended?
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Date: 2018-03-01 08:25 am (UTC)[ Even if finding her way meant she's now living with the Starks. He's not entirely certainly of how he feels about that, but they've been kind to her. Especially after Jamie left. He owes Sansa his appreciating for looking after his wife. Likely this Jon fellow as well. Though he's not quite as familiar with him. Still speaking to him might do him so good. Likely his father as well.
He nods about the visiting bit. He's done his visiting. Looking in on his sister and Ian. He doesn't quite know where Fergus lays, but he can only hope he's well in one of the stasis pods. The boy who will be his son. Not by blood, but by something more. Choice. ]
I can only hope. Though it seems we'd all benefit from a bit of time--not here.
[ With how tense everything is here with them. The whole world seems to be hanging on by a thread.
If she is Jamie doesn't notice. Not at this moment. ]
I tended to horses.
[ It's not a huge lie. He did tend to the horses at Castle Leoch. He's technically now Laird of Lallybroch, but he's not so sure he can assume that title once again after what happened with Randall. ]
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Date: 2018-03-01 07:51 pm (UTC)[She offers the reins. Rosalind can ride a horse, but that doesn't mean she likes to. Horses are, in her opinion, a little bit insane, and prone to the oddest behaviors, and she really doesn't like being close to them if she has to.
She'd spent the past twenty years never seeing one. She isn't happy that standard hasn't continued.]
A Scot who tends to horses . . . I think you may be simultaneously the oddest and most normal companion I've had here.
[Normal for the obvious reasons, of course, because it's hard to think of something more ordinary than a man who tends to horses. But oddest, because in a way, it's so strange to meet someone so normal who's so foreign. He might well be from home, and yet what Rosalind knows of the Scots could fill a book. It's an odd dichotomy, to know they know the general same things, and yet be so wildly different.]
What year was it when you left?
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Date: 2018-03-03 04:47 am (UTC)Aye. I can.
[ Jamie doesn't hesitate to take the reins from Rosalind. Horses have always been easier to Jamie. He prefers them over most people to be honest. He's always understood them better. When he lived at Castle Leoch he didn't sleep inside. He slept out in the stables until he married Claire while they were on the road. The stables were always Jamie's home. As he walks Rosalind's horse he does wonder if the horse's his wife acquired are still here.
That's not something he hears often. Though that's not entirely true. Jamie has come to terms with the fact that most people don't often meet men from the past. Or women for that matter. He often forgets that it's rather strange for people. ]
I suppose so. I forget nae everyone is from my time.
[ He's not expecting that question, but he has to think. He couldn't tell her really. Not after his time as a simple prisoner and then as Randall's prisoner. ]
I'm nae sure truly. English soldiers imprisoned me for some time. Difficult t' recall the passage of time with no sun light or anything. Once I was out I was recovering.
[ More than recovering. Trying to find his will to live is more like it. ]
And ye? What'd ye do?
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Date: 2018-03-03 05:13 am (UTC)[A beat. She glances over at him.]
Any other duties besides tending horses?
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Date: 2018-03-08 07:42 am (UTC)My wife's a doctor herself. A surgeon. She's from a wee bit ahead of ye though.
[ Somewhat. Since her return through the stones again she's farther ahead. Farther than either of them could have imagined. ]
Suppose so. I was a Laird of my estate. Nae anymore.
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Date: 2018-03-08 07:47 am (UTC)[There's that minor mystery solved. She's intrigued by the mention of his wife, but first:]
It would be odd for the Queen's soldiers to imprison a stable boy. Less so a lord. I hope you'll forgive me if I don't call you Lord Fraser, but I grew tired of such ceremony when I was--
[Well, let's see.]
How old are you?
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Date: 2018-03-03 05:03 am (UTC)[ Half a year. That's quite a stretch. His wife has been here probably as long if not longer. Though he's never quite gotten an exact number. At least not recently. He wonders how long he'll stay this time honestly. He wonders if he'll wake up coming out of stasis again only to find out months have passed once more. It worries him. Leaving his wife so much. Yet she's always there. Always greeting him and telling him it'll be okay. ]
My wife's been here for quite a time as well. It seems this place has a nasty habit of hanging onto people and letting others fade away.
[ He can only hope that he won't go again. That he won't have to come down in one of those bloody ships again. The transporters were bad enough his first go around, but the crash wasn't much better. ]
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Date: 2018-03-03 05:10 am (UTC)[ Jamie struggles. Trying to look as if he doesn't want this to happen. Jamie's a large man. He's got quite a bit of heft on this man. Putting all his willpower into getting free would likely put them into a worse situation. But with his injured hand and the sling in place it's easy to assume he's not capable of getting free is because of that.
He doesn't look too closely at the guard. It'll lead her to think something is up. Like he's waiting for her to look away. She wouldn't assume he was looking for help. Especially not because she was willing to become involved in the wrong way before. Instead he looks around giving the illusion that he's looking for anyone else's help. Anyone that could potentially find them.
There's no telling how this could potentially go poorly. Especially if the guard called the citizens back. Facing off like that? Not something he wanted. ]
Ye'll nae get away with this. Do ye hear me?
[ More hollering. Has to be real. ]
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Date: 2018-03-05 07:03 pm (UTC)[ He says this louder than his words to Jamie earlier, loud enough that the dispersing crowd can hear them. He tries to make up for his smaller stature by standing straight and unforgiving. It's only halfway convincing— it's only ever been halfway convincing. But at twenty years old, Bucky isn't the youngest recruit in the Royal Guard, and he's armed.
They pass by a narrow alley, and Bucky almost takes the turn— that'd put them out of the other guard's sight, at least. But it's too suspicious. They've got no protocol that turns captives into deadend alleys.
But the next turn is a street, one that does go closer to the Guard's outpost in this district. ]
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Date: 2018-03-08 08:37 am (UTC)He heaves a sigh of relief almost immediately. He can't help it. Turning up at his wife's feet with more injuries would have certainly earned Jamie a spot on the floor for the evening. He waits until they're a suitable distance from the corner before he speaks. He's not sure how much longer the visual needs to go on. He leaves that to the man's discretion. He would know the guards far more than him. ]
How much farther, lad?
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Date: 2018-03-24 03:35 am (UTC)Still, when this guy says it, it's somehow more and less soupy than all the lines they drum up for the newsreels.
He's so pressed in these thoughts that it takes a moment to answer. ]
Almost. Just, right—
[ They round the corner. ]
There! Sorry about all that hokum, but I couldn't think of anything else that'd shake 'em.
[ He doesn't know how to apologize for the other part. ]