"We need a raging egomaniac with a god complex. Where's Braxiatel?"

"The Tub Full of Cats", or, Deadbeat Time Lord Dads And The Clone Daughters Who Love them.  (For the very first time, I wish I had a Jenny icon.)

( They say curiosity killed the cat. This is false. Braxiatel killed the cat. )

Anyway, I don't think this series is ever going to top "The Crystal of Cantus" for sheer awesome, but it's still a good way to spend an hour or so.  Although, I'm going to have to ration them for a while, until I get around to buying a new sketchbook.  I draw as I listen, y'see, and I've somehow managed to fill most of a book with chibi sketches of the Gallifrey characters.  Yes, just what the universe needed.

Tertiary character flail!

(Actually, this goes well beyond tertiary -- we're looking at, maybe, eighteen degrees of separation between this character and relevance to the overall fictional universe -- but I don't know if there's a word to describe that.)

Anyway.  I'm reading Life During Wartime, the Bernice Summerfield anthology that covers the Fifth Axis occupation of the Braxiatel Collection.  SHUT UP, it has Brax being tortured inconvenienced.  The important thing is that one story namechecks Menlove Stokes, artist, con man and connoisseur of female Time Lord beauty.  He originally appeared in two of Gareth Roberts's Four/Romana (YES, THAT IS AN ACCURATE DESCRIPTION) Virgin novels.  Yes, I had squee.  Because I'm lame.

I've realised that I'm well on the way to becoming to Romana/Braxiatel what livii is to Ace/Hex.  I cannot bring myself to see this as a bad thing.

Right.  I'm going to finish washing the dishes now.  Honest.