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[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[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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[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[Nine is looking very uncomfortable] You're, ah... Under a few feet of mud and water.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[you better be glad she likes you, Nine] I take it that's why you're requesting rope?

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[oh, he is |D] Yep.

Don't worry, I'll get you out.