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[There is a large funeral pyre on the Plane. It is large enough to hold over a hundred bodies. The pyre is edged in a thick wall of stone to contain the fire. There are a handful of devices embeded into the stonework to contain the fire and the heat. There is also a transmat in the pyre.]

[In a moment, all the bodies from the onsen still there are transmatted onto the pyre. They're under the canvas, so no one has to see the gruesome sight.]

I should say something then, shouldn't I? [Benny is awkwardly quiet for a moment, not really sure how to proceed. If only they were enemies, they could send them off in some grand Martian manner. Oh well. She looks to Brax, and then back to the pyre again, clearing her throat and starting again] Right, well we're gathered here today-- [she stops short, making a face] Oh, that's weddings, isn't it? Bullocks. [she fidgets, looking to Brax again, before taking another deep breath and trying again] I can't say I knew anyone I saw in that room. A few looked familiar, but in the face of it all, I really can't say I could distinguish one from the other. I don't know what kind of people they were, but regardless, they deserved better than that display. [another pause, and she turns to Brax] Oh, I'm rubbish at this. Can't you say anything?

[Braxiatel, in funeral greys, shakes his head. His voice is quiet.] Not unless you want the funeral rites for a fallen Martian warrior. Or, Heavens forfend, one of my own kind. [He places a hand of support on Benny's shoulder.] This isn't for grieving friends and family, Benny. This is for them and for you.

For me? [she pauses at that, and almost protests, but stops short] Right, well maybe just a moment of silence then. I know if it were me, I'd want to tell myself to shut up about now, too. [she looks to the pyre, and then back to Brax] Do we light it now?

[Braxiatel hands Benny a lit torch.] Just put it to the pyre. The stone is programmed to guide the flame.

[Benny stares at the torch before taking it. She approaches the pyre, hesitating once more as she stares it, before finally putting it to the pyre and watching it all burst into flames. She doesn't back away right away, but finally she backs away, returning the torch to Brax]

[Braxiatel accepts the torch, then blows it out. Silent, he reaches out to hold Benny's hand and watch the pyre burn.]

[and Benny in turn takes Brax's hand, her eyes never leaving the pyre]

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That seems to be a favourite method of a certain brand of megalomaniac.

It's an easy thing to use, and often quite successful.

[subtext: Darkel sucks]

[wryly] One might think people would have grown wise to it by now.

Never underestimate the fact that people have a ridiculous talent for repeating history. Believe me, I would know.

I've yet to meet a species that has evolved beyond mob stupidity. It's rather disheartening.

[raises eyebrows] Does this mean I've met more time travellers?

I hope you mean in this place alone, because if you've met many in your own time, well then they're absolute rubbish at what they do.

And by that I mean, yes. [extends her free hand to shake his] Bernice Summerfield, but you can just call me Benny.

Irving Braxiatel, and I'm actually quite sedentary in time, aside from the general progression forward. My physician tells me it's bad for my health.

[accepts with a faint smile] I do mean here, unless you count illegal experiments with Time Turners.

[amused glance at Brax] Are you heeding that at all?

Time Turners?

[Benny has asked the relevant question, so Brax gets the one-liner] Oh, I don't listen to doctors.

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My mother would be appalled. [and then, after a moment] Time Turners are magical devices that can send the wielder back in time. The limit, at the moment, seems to be twenty-four hours.

[she gives Brax the 'Ashamed By Your Bad Pun' Look before returning her attention to Remus] Only twenty-four hours. Might I ask what time period you hail from?

[ignoring that look] It's hard to tell from your clothing, which is... unusual for me. I'm quite good at that. [considering it] Somewhere between the 1900s and 2050?

[wry smile] Not surprising - the magical community is anachronistic in a lot of ways, compared to the rest of the world. It's 1982, at the moment.

1982? Is it that long ago for you? That's about Jason's time, although I can't really remember him mentioning anything concerning magical communities. Then again, it was the nineteen eighties, so who knows. I have heard it was a very unique era. Then again, it would have to be, wouldn't it, if it produced Jason Kane.

As I recall the story, the talented Mr Kane never had much opportunity to explore any reclusive communities. Swept away by aliens before he had his chance.

[From Brax's expression, being abducted by aliens is so very, very Jason.]

[he'll just raise his eyebrows at all of this] That I've never done. Well, unless you count wandering into the Doctor's TARDIS.

At this rate I'm starting to wonder who hasn't wandered into the Doctor's TARDIS. [a beat] And just as proof that I've spent far too many years around Jason, I'm really hoping that 'wandering into the Doctor's TARDIS' hasn't evolved into a euphemism of some sort.

[Braxiatel sounds delicate and pained] Please... please, Bernice. Don't ever suggest that again. It makes me feel a bit... nauseous.

[he looks nonplussed for a moment, before his eyes widen and he flushes slightly] I - er - no. Well, possibly. But not...no. [blinks, looking at Brax] That's a bit harsh.

[she can't help but laugh at both their reactions. She looks to Brax for the briefest of seconds, before her attention is focused on Remus and she can't help but smirk] Possibly, hmm? Are you still absolutely certain you want your answer to remain as no?

Oh Heavens. [Brax puts his hand over his face and looks away. This is his least favourite subject of discussion ever.]

[and the flush deepens! HE IS NOT FOND OF IT EITHER, BRAX] I meant...for other people. [doesn't even notice his own slight frown at the idea] ...I, er, think you're making Mr. Braxiatel uncomfortable.

[a scandalized gasp, and a hand covering her mouth] There are other people involved as well? Oh my. That must be some very involved wandering happening these days. Perhaps that's something that just comes with age with the Doctor and his people. [a mock concerned frown, and some fake embarrassment at a possible faux pas] But please excuse me, I wouldn't want to make Irving uncomfortable.

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