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[Nine appears on the plane mid-step, more or less covered in stinking swamp muck from the waist down. He shakes some off his right foot with a squelching noise and wrinkles his nose]

Let's make this quick. Anyone got a rope?

[ooc: No, I don't just love soaking Nine with strange substances. |D His boundaries have been widened, and he has gone planet-hopping in search of Daleks. For the past few days, he's been poking around floating swamp villages on a relatively undeveloped planet. The TARDIS? Was parked where two islands had floated together. Guess what, they floated apart.]

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[he pokes at the coil for a minute until he's satisfied] Looks fine to me.

Brilliant. [:D] What do you need it for?

[sigh, and a vague gesture to the mud on his pants] Dragging my ship out of a swamp.

How's your ship get in a swamp?

Fell in.

That's a bit irresponsible, isn't it?

[ffffffffff] I was well parked! The islands moved.

You should've checked you were somewhere that didn't move when you parked.

Oh, you're the expert on this, are you?

What if I was?

I'd eat a nutritious handful of swamp mud.

It's full of protein.

And vitamins.

It's very good for you! Maybe you should eat it, anyway.

Nah, you can't do anything for the taste. [why yes, he did accidentally get some in his mouth at one point]

You've tried it?

[shrug]

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