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[There is a Doctor wandering the snow-covered hills on the Plane again. He's actually without his leather jacket, simply wearing a black jumper and trousers. He scans the air with his screwdriver, frowning, before bending down to scoop up some snow]

All this heat and humidity beats the ice caves on Raxacoricofallapatorius. But it's wrong. This snow ought to be melting. [he pockets the screwdriver, before packing the snow into a ball and tossing it between his hands] Wonder if it'll melt with the storm -- there's got to be one soon, the weather's perfect for it.

[pauses] Perfect if you're on Earth, anyway. Of all the planets in all the universes to choose from, why'd the Machine pick Earth for a weather simulation?

[ooc: Nine has been canon-bumped to the end of Boom Town!]

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...Would you mind giving me a hand, instead? It's all coming from the black hole, we could go poke around a bit. [it's sort of like an apology? :|]

[Braxiatel lifts his eyebrows. He moves through his own spheres and it doesn't occur to him what the Doctor might really mean.] I'm not very good at this sort of thing. It has become rather obvious to me since I left home.

[shrugs] You've helped before. Remember that bit with the tracker and the string?

I think you're better left to your own devices today, Thete.

[What he means, of course, is that Brax is better left to his own devices. Irving Braxiatel, notorious recluse.]

[he smiles wryly at that, before tossing the snowball at some random patch of snow] Hang on a mo', will you? I've got something for you.

[he drops off the Plane, returning with a poorly wrapped package. Inside are some ties, which are actually not terribly horrendous. They might, however, be the same color palette as Nine's jumpers] I picked these up for you in Cardiff. Realised I never said thank you for all your help with the barrier.

[Braxiatel looks at the package blankly, clearly caught off-guard by the gesture. Someone is apparently on one of his less socially-capable days. He glances at the Doctor.] I didn't do anything worth thanking.

[rolls his eyes] 'Course you did, you found that device for Oliver. Least, that's what my self told me.

I stumbled across it by accident, and I passed it on to Oliver so that I wouldn't have to put in the effort of involving myself. It's not worth mentioning.

It's worth it to me. But if you'd rather I take this back, I will.

[Now both of Brax's eyebrows go up.] Will you?

[shrugs] If you don't want it, yes.

I'm surprised you'd back away so quickly.

I'm surprised you'd turn down a gift.

I haven't.

[there's a pause, and then, rather sheepishly] ...Ah. I'm sorry, I thought that's what you meant.

[mildly] Perhaps you're becoming delusional. And so young, too.

[now he's becoming sulky] Oh shut up, Brax. If either of us is delusional, it's you.

[not at all rising to it] Am I? And your basis for this accusation?

[logically] You're older.

And yet I've shown no symptoms.

[Nine just gives him a look that says "orly?"]

You're starting to look like an owl.

Think your eyesight's a bit off. Need me to get you a pair of glasses? Or how about a monocle?

[Nine has successfully pegged Brax as the Quintessential British Gentleman but the Quintessential British Gentleman does not bat an eye at such things! Pip pip!]

How about opera glasses? I lost my last pair in a bar fight. It was the Galyari production of The Threefold Death and a gentleman was speaking very loudly and very foolishly about Raynen's use of light as a symbol for clarity.

[Opera glasses remind him of Grace. And now he is quietly broody.] I'm sure I've got a pair around somewhere.