Indeed, if Adventure has a name, it's...

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[Benny is dressed in a parka and trousers and furry boots. The resort wear of the Ice Warrior loving archaeologist. She has a pile of luggage around her currently that she is rooting through]

Where the bloody hell did you go? I know it’s in here somewhere, don’t worry? Oh, come on.

[Braxiatel is already packed, one gloved hand on the suitcase he is leaning against, the other holding a panama hat, and an unamused expression settled on his lips.] Bernice. You should have given it to me when I asked for it.

I said I knew where it was. And you know I’d find it a hell of a lot faster if you weren’t looking at me like that. [and she goes back to rooting around]

Oh, forgive me, Professor Summerfield. I’ll just stand here and admire Lyra, shall I? Vega looks lovely tonight.

Thank you.

[Benny goes back to looking through her bag and this starts playing somewhere]

Aha!

[Benny pulls out The Holy Bloody Grail and holds it up over her head, victorious.]

[With a click of a button, the music stops.] That belongs in a museum. Mine, precisely. Please hand it over now. Losing the same historical artefact twice in one day would look bad on your CV.

[Benny ignores Brax, examining the inside the Grail, before reaching her hand in and pulling something out. She places a bag of marbles in Brax’s hand and holds onto the Grail] I think those are yours.

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[collector]

[Braxiatel accepts the bag with no change in expression.] The Holy Grail, Professor Summerfield.

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

Yes, it is the Holy Grail. Well done, Irving.

[collector]

Is there any particular reason you're not inclined to give it to me?

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

Let's see. Perhaps because I found it during my holiday, so by all rights it's mine.

[heartscastaside.livejournal.com]

...Is that...The Grail?

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

Oh! You recognize it! Brax wants to use it for his marble collection, but I'm sure there would be better uses.

[collector]

It's a Holy Grail. The one from our universe. Only good for keeping you from ageing and healing all wounds, I'm afraid.

[He makes it sound so blasé.]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor just happens to be out for a stroll with new kitten when he spots Benny and Brax. He stops, debating once again whether or not he actually wants to approach them.

On the one hand, they have the Holy Bloody Grail, and that is very tempting. On the other, he has no idea if either of them has any idea about death number two, and he really doesn't feel like sitting through another lecture if they do. So, he opts for swanning off. Of course, this obviously means someone should stop him. :|b]

[collector]

[Like Hell Brax is going to chase after him. He has, however, been gifted with a voice that naturally carries.] How fortunate that it has healing properties. It may even save a few people who are repeatedly fatally stupid.

[ooc: Nine -> Brax -> Benny]

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[Benny has still failed to notice the Doctor, as she is caught up in Stuff] Was that a threat?

[oliverplus]

[his jaw has dropped] Is that the--with marbles in it?

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[Benny casually turns it over in her hands] Brax insisted he needed something for holding his marbles. Of course, the only thing that would do was the Holy Grail. He's very demanding.

[collector]

I wanted something that would look like the cup of a carpenter. Jesus was simply the first carpenter that came to mind.

[anoblesavage.livejournal.com]

[Leela recognises that voice. She recognises that voice and she can't help but feel curious. The other speaker must be the companion he had spoken of.]

... Braxiatel?

[collector]

[And Braxiatel warms into a smile when Leela speaks.]

Leela. I hope today finds you well? But I need to do introductions. Benny, this is Leela of the Sevateem, Presidential bodyguard to Romana. Leela, this is Professor Bernice Summerfield, my Head of Archaeology.

[And in the wide, open, welcoming gesture of introduction, Braxiatel quietly plucks the Grail out of Benny's hands and tucks it into his suitcase.]

[ooc: Leela -> Brax -> Benny]

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[Benny opens her mouth to greet Leela, but is distracted by this outrageous theft. She marches over towards Brax's bag]

What the hell do you think you're blood doing? [she stops mid-march to take Leela's hand and shake it, smiling pleasantly] Lovely to meet you, and Benny is fine. [and back to her current quest, recovering her Grail] You'll bloody well hand that back over, Irving Braxiatel.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[River is... just staring at them. Weirdly.

(Not that she's one to talk, given that she's also cradling a pretty purple egg in a little sling-type thing.)





For once, she is also speechless.]

[collector]

[broadly welcoming] River! What a lovely egg you've found. Benny, you've picked out an egg, haven't you?

[And he'll take that from her, too.]

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[Benny was so caught up in arguing, she failed to notice River there]

What? Oh, yes, it's in my rooms somewhere. Hopefully Peter hasn't done anything to it. Or Jason for that matter.

[Brax, you bastard!]

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

[Look, it's a Narvin! He's feeling rather smug today, but that's nothing new. Brax may also notice that Narvin is sadly without his little hatchling -- the one he doesn't want, really.]

"Acquiring" more artefacts for your Collection, Braxiatel?

[collector]

[And Braxiatel's smile is as pleasant and bright as poisoned cotton candy.]

Ah, Narvin. And how is the baby?

[ooc: Narvin -> Brax -> Benny.]

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[and that is enough to get her attention]

...the baby?

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[There is a baby raccoon nesting in Argentine's hair. He doesn't seem to notice. Instead, he's curious about that art.]

That looks familiar.

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[Benny notices that raccoon though. She hands Argentine the Grail to examine]

It's the Holy Grail. It's a very valuable and old artefact.

[and now back to the important thing here, that raccoon. And so start the animal voices as she pets the raccoon]

And what are you, nesting on someone's head? Who has good taste in works of art? You do, yes you do!

[collector]

[Brax masks his irritation at the Grail being handed off to someone who isn't him.]

Is that what hatched from your egg, Argentine?