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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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[staaaaaaaaare]

[Mrrt.] What? Trying to catch flies with your eyeballs?

No. [shakes himself out of it]

By pepperpots, you just mean...regular old pepperpots?

[Quizzical face.] Why'd you be hunting regular pepperpots?

Good question. Do- [hushed voice] Do you know something? Where they are?

Sorry, pardner, just sneaking a peak through the one-way mirror. [Her long plume of a tail catches her eye. She gives it a glare before attacking. Yes, the enormous prehistoric kitty is now chasing its tail.]

[he visibly slumps, but it's hard to watch something as cute as that and not laugh]

[And now enormous prehistoric kitty is very dizzy. She gives him a bleary, grumpy look.]

This kitty's not the one who tried to park on a fault line, now, is she?

[Stagger stagger.]

Oi. Hush you. It felt...reasonably stable.

Reasonably fatal. [Falls over.]

It's not that deep. [he's gonna take this opportunity to try and rub her belly fur :3]

[Wee, belly rubs! She gives a happy little wriggle. The fur down there is very thick and very soft--so his hands are probably buried in it. :D]

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[d'aww, he's probably getting her fur a little muddy, but hopefully this is made up for by good belly rubs?] You'll let me know about any other little glimpses you get, yeah?

[Oh, she has rolled in much worse] I help! Can I come help?

That...wouldn't be a good idea.

Don't want me to come?

That's not it. Any other trip, you'd be welcome.

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