Jailhouse Rock

[bit_impossible]

Characters: The Tenth Doctor, Jamie McCrimmon, and Oliver Day
Location: An underground jail complex in Jamie's reality
Time: After everyone's gone through their fairytale stuff
Summary: The awesometacular conclusion to Jamie's Doctor rescue plotline! We're coming, Two!!!
Warnings: None~

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[oliverplus]

As Oliver appears in the set of corridors with his friends, he also immediately begins to look around. The writing indicating where they are is clear enough--and the rest of the corridor empty enough--that he notices it right away, too. He just hopes J5 is close to where they want to be.

Oliver gives the Doctor a slightly skeptical look at his assessment of their situation. He's all for optimism usually, but that sounds like a bit much even for him. "It's also empty," he adds, not realising that he and the Doctor actually are thinking along rather similar lines. "Well, besides us. Seems like a good place to start to me." He turns to Jamie, ready to get this quest going. "So, do you know where the Doctor--I mean, your Doctor--is? Which way do we go?"

[bonnypiperlad]

"Aye, well," replies Jamie, who is also taking a look up and down that corridor. "I'm not sure it'll stay that way for long, what with those patrols I've noticed."

At least it doesn't appear there's any cameras that he can see, at least in this section. He remembers seeing them in a few other places here and there, but, well, they'll just have to try and avoid them, won't they? He fiddles with the belt on his armor for a moment.

"If I understood that map cube right, the prisoner's cells are over in the N block, so we'll not have too far to go. I wish we were able to get another suit of this armor, though. If two of us look like guards it'd be a wee bit easier to pass."

[bit_impossible]

The emptiness of the hallway still bothers the Doctor to some degree, but he downplays that worry. It's probably nothing, anyway.

"Nah, we don't need another set of armor." He approaches Jamie, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Why not take us both prisoner, hmm? Two for one deal--but failing that, I can do a mean impression of a gruff facilities inspector." And just like that, the old wallet with his psychic paper is in his hand. "Wouldn't you agree, Ollie? I can get us anywhere with this."

[oliverplus]

Oliver raises an eyebrow at that plan, though to be honest, it isn't at all surprising. He nods at the Doctor's question. "Yeah, you usually can do," he agrees, although his glance at the Doctor is meant to be a clear reminder of the one time it decided to pass them off as wanted VIPs. Still, he trusts the psychic paper in general.

"So I'm your assistant inspector or a prisoner? Or am I a prisoner either way?" he asks. He's found in situations like this that it's best to know what you're getting into ahead of time--or at least to know what you think you're getting into, before everything goes crazy and it drastically changes anyway.

"Field inspector might work better than one guard with two prisoners," he adds thoughtfully. "They might want somebody to back up the one guard if we try that." And he has a sinking feeling he knows which of the "prisoners" would get stuck with the real guard if that happened.