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[barelyemoting]

[the Brigadier comes onto the Plane in a jacket and with some snow and ice shaving on his shoulder/head/wherever]

Planet made of ice. See something new every day.

[and he begins brushing the snow off]

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[notquiteawidow]

[Sup? Donna is still in her black hooded coat] It's my second one. Think that makes me a space travel expert yet?

[barelyemoting]

It might make you an ice planet expert.

[notquiteawidow]

It might be good if I ever need to tell someone how bloody cold ice is.

[barelyemoting]

You'll have time to work on ice skating, at least.

[notquiteawidow]

I've never been very good at that. Always end up falling everywhere.

[barelyemoting]

Well, here's the opportunity.