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[blackholesandrevelations]

John was in the bar, sitting at a booth, legs propped up on the table. He? Was in a very good mood. He had a cup of coffee, and a stack of blueberry pancakes and a woman he loved in his bed upstairs and life was just nice.

He was very botherable.

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[blackholesandrevelations]

"He'd stop hunting us down. Stop hurting my friends. Stop hurting Aeryn." Scorpius has fucked with his family too much, and John's getting a little tired of it.

[fighting_mad]

"I have no idea who or what you're talking about, but if you die--again--that's going to hurt Sun more than anyone else ever could. So just shut up and let her help you."

[blackholesandrevelations]

He's going to die and its inevitable.

Time flies.

Rosemary and time.

"Time dies." He muttered. Then nodded. "Right. She wouldn't let me keep her from helping anyway."

[fighting_mad]

"No, she wouldn't," she agrees easily, and she glances again toward the sofa (and more specifically, toward the man's foot that is visible, propped up on the armrest). "She wouldn't."

She rises. "Look, I've got to get going. But don't you kriffing dare give up, Crichton."

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He nodded. "Right."


Never give up. Never give in.



can you? make wormhole weapons?

[fighting_mad]

"I'll see you around," Plourr says with a brisk nod, and then she's gone, headed for the couch.