What's My Scene

[wontforgetyou]

WHO: Jamie and anyone who wants to bother him
WHAT: Experiments and Bagpipes and Fights, oh my!
WHEN: Roundabout nowish
WHERE: Kirkwall, The Wounded Coast
NOTES: Possible violence, probable questions, faint chance of bagpipes, definite Hoodoo Guru lyrics

Poking At Your Experiments
Being part of the group working with the rifts meant that Jamie wound up closing a fair few of them, but there was more to the project than simply that. The veil being as thin as it was in Kirkwall meant it was a good place to try out all sorts of things in an effort to see how the veil or the marks would react. While Jamie wasn't really the scientific sort, he was still a rifter and able to take part in whatever experiments other people came up with - even if that part involved him standing around and handing over various containers and tubes or whatever bits and pieces people were asking for.

That didn't mean that he had to sit there and do it quietly, though, and more often than not when he'd gotten drawn into playing assistant he wound up peering at whatever it was the other person was doing and occasionally reaching out a curious finger to see if he could get away at poking at some of the more gadget-like objects. Even if he couldn't get away with that, though, it wasn't about to stop him from asking questions...like he was doing now.

"So what's that do, then?"

The Wild Piper Of The Wounded Coast
The Inquisition quarters by the docks weren't really the best place for piping. They were crowded on the best of days, and even if Jamie'd been able to stay by himself in his shared room the walls were too far too thin for any proper playing to be done. The fact that he'd had to take in a new roommate once the Doctor'd disappeared simply meant that aside from the odd bit of maintenance, his pipes tended not to see the light of day.

Away from the city was a different story, however. He was already of the mind that further away he was able to get away from the city, the better it was, which is why he'd volunteered to go with this particular group tasked with gathering herbs along the Wounded Coast. The fact that it meant that he'd also be able to get to bring his pipes was an added bonus - but so far he hadn't had a chance to play anything. Instead, he was currently stuck with the task of hauling the plants that they'd found back to the main part of camp, and as he sets the latest box down, it was with just a touch of impatience. This part of things he'd be more than glad to be done with. Assuming, of course, that he'd get the chance to actually be done and not get roped into doing something else, but the only way to find that out was to ask.

"Here, are we done for now? Or is there anything else you wanted before I head off for a bit?"

Song Of The City At Night
Many places in Kirkwall were dangerous, especially once the sun set. While the criminals weren't necessarily as brazen as they once had been, the unwary could all-too-easily find themselves a target of one - or more - of the unsavory elements that called the city home. Even those who paid attention to their surroundings could find themselves surrounded in turn, something that Jamie had found out the hard way when a small group of thugs stepped out to block his path. Still, he wasn't daunted. No McCrimmon had backed down from a fight yet, and he wasn't about to start now. He had his reflexes, he had his dirk...and chances were if he was loud enough, he'd get somebody's attention. Whether or not it was somebody who'd be willing to help him remained to be seen, but he went ahead and raised his voice anyway, just to see what'd happen.

"Think you can take me down, do you? Aye, well, I wager you're in for a surprise."

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[bookish_lioness]

While Jamie might very well think that she's gone mad, Hermione can't help but let out an excited sort of noise at his response - if she were less dignified, one might even say that she'd squealed in delight. Thankfully, though, she's Hermione Granger, and Hermione Granger doesn't squeal.

Not one to leave someone out on a lurch for too long, she waves her wand to drop down the various wards she'd put up. Not only can they now approach the area in question, but Jamie can now plainly see the rather large blanket that had been spread out, anchored from the breeze by small rocks and a not-so-small basket out of which a loaf of bread and what looks like a bottle of wine are poking out. Dishes and glasses have also been set up, and now that the wards are down, Hermione wastes no time in moving forward; or, at least, she wastes very little time, taking a moment to reach up to kiss Jamie's cheek in her joy before grabbing his hand and moving onward.

"I'm so glad! I wasn't sure whether or not the charms would all hold up, especially not with me pointing them out, but now that I know they do I can see about working on improving and adapting what I know to help benefit the Inquisition! Thank you so much, Jamie! Here, sit, I hope you're hungry. I had to call in a favor one of the chefs at the Gallows owed me so I can get a whole chicken and some roast potatoes all conveniently packed up, but you've more than earned it!"

[wontforgetyou]

If she had squealed in delight, Jamie wouldn't have minded at all...and maybe even secretly found it a wee bit adorable, not that he'd have admitted it out loud. As it is, the excited noise does has much the same effect, with an added pleased smile from the kiss that winds up more or less being directed at the back of her head as she grabs his hand and pulls him towards the blanket. If something like this makes her happy, then he's happy. The fact that she's set up a proper sort of picnic is just an extra bonus - one that actually gets his pleased smile to broaden substantially as her words sink in an his gaze goes right to the very nicely sized basket that's been set out.

"Chicken and roast potatoes? Hey, that's alright!"

More than alright, actually, as he's rather fond of both, and in a matter of seconds he shifts from letting himself get tugged forward to being the one to do the tugging, pausing only long enough to return that kiss to his cheek with one of his own before settling down on the blanket and reaching for that loaf of bread. It looks like it might be freshly baked, too, and unless she stops him, he's more than happy to tear off one end and tuck into it while she gets herself situated - although at least he thinks to get a piece for her too.

"When am I ever not hungry, Hermione? Hope you've not called in too big of a favor, though. Not that I'll not help you eat this, mind, but it's just me, you know."