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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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The swamp. She's sunk.

That would explain the smell then.

Do you want help getting her out? You'll probably be there all day, if you're doing this by yourself.

N-

Yeah, thanks. [Jack still makes him wildly uncomfortable, but he flashes him a grin anyway] Probably better not to involve the villagers.

[Jack gives him a grin of his own, though it's more sadness than anything] If I could change the way I am Doctor...believe me, I would give up my immortality in a heart beat. [The look disappears as soon as he finishes speaking, and Jack points at the rope] Looks like enough to wrap around the TARDIS. Only one problem though; how do I get there?

[a nod, and then he's all business] Not a problem. [he taps one of his ears] I've been listening a bit. Should be able to just pull you through.

[only hesitating a fraction of a second, he holds out a hand]

[If Jack is surprised, he hides it well; there's is no hesitation on his part as he takes the Doctors hand]

[and the Doctor poofs off the astral plane, presumably dragging Jack along with him, into his reality--and right back into the icky mud]

[Jack's first reaction is to make a face; he can feel the mud oozing into his boots, soaking his pants. He eyes scan the area for the TARDIS, even as he 'accidentally' forgets to let go of the Doctor's hand] Why would you stop here, of all places?

[Nine's pants can't possibly get any muddier, but it's still pretty unpleasant--he glances impatiently off to the right where the top half of the TARDIS is visible at an angle]

I was in a rush.

[Jack spots the TARDIS and begins wading towards it, the Doctor besides him if he still hasn't let go of his hand] Why is it always mud or some unidentifiable liquid? We never landed in a fresh-smelling or clean planet when we were in a rush; it was always the ones covered in goo.

[he's with him for the first few steps, but then drops the hand-holding in order to forge on ahead]

More often than not, the TARDIS defaults to the nearest planet. Easy on her, bad for us.

[Follows, more and more of his clothes getting covered in mud] I assume she would park on solid ground,at least.

She did. But it moved, she didn't, and [general gesture] now we have this.

[nods] That's the thing about bog planets; they tend to be unstable. [Jack finally reaches the TARDIS; he can't help but extend a hand and run his hand over the part poking out through the mud, smiling fondly]

[while Jack is busy with the petting, the Doctor starts unwinding rope from the coils he was carrying - after he's freed about a foot, he holds out the end] Here, take this and start walking.

[Jack does as he's told, taking the end of the rope before turning and walking around the perimeter of the TARDIS; it's a rough estimation, though, considering only part of her is sticking out]

Right, now tie it. [glances at the closest island's shore] If we wind the rope around- [fff, why are all the trees so scraggly] that tree, we should be able to pull her in.

[Jack ties the rope's end to itself in a tight double knot, tugging to make sure it's secure] Let's just hope we don't uproot it in the process.

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