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[blackholesandrevelations]

[OOM: time, time, time / make time, give time, take time out / win time, cost time, the time of your life / spend time, sell time, the good times and the bad / kill time, zero time, all the time in the world / time watch, time travel, time to begin / time table, time square, can i fit you in? / time frame, time to go, time that you grew up / but tell me...how do you feel?

John Crichton, astronaut, stumbled in through the door, managing to catch himself on the edge of a table. He barely registers Milliways before he's whirling around to go back out the door...

...instead he hit a wall. "Shit! Frelling don't do this to me!"

Ah yes, the dulcet tones of Mr. Crichton's cursing! How the Bar must have missed that.

He placed a palm against the wood, sighing. She was out there, Aeryn was out there, and he was dead and all of this stuff was happening without him and he didn't have time for this.

(He has all the time in the world, here).

John leaned against the wall and sighed. Damn.

[OPEN FOREVER OMG, TAAAG MEEEE. OPEN TIL THE 28TH. YES. THAT LONG]

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[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

"John! Oh, John, is it really you?"

That cursing is so, so very familiar. As is that sigh and... and Sarah beams, forgetting all about last night's heart ache. She scrambles from her table and starts to run towards him.

"John!"

[blackholesandrevelations]

He wanted nothing more than to go back and make things right on Moya...that was, until he saw Sarah Jane running towards him.

John swallowed, hard, and took staggering steps towards her until they reached each other and then he grabbed her up and swung her around, his arms tight around her.

"Frell." He choked out as he set her back on her feet. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

Sarah wanted to yell at him to put her down, but she laughed instead and hugged him back tightly.

"I could be saying the same right now. Oh, how long has it actually been, John? Too long, I suspect."

[blackholesandrevelations]

"I don't even know." He smiled tightly before brushing his fingers against her cheek. "Missed you."

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

Jim knows the feeling. He'll never forget the feeling of helplessness when he was Bound. It's why he still doesn't quite trust the place.

"Hello," he says a bit cautiously.

[blackholesandrevelations]

John waggled his fingers at Kirk. "'lo, Cap'n."

(He wasn't sure if he had actually met Kirk...he thought he did but this place was so long ago that he wasn't sure what was dream what was real)

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"Ah. So you remember me, Mister...Crichton, yes?" They met once or twice, but yes, it was some time ago.

[mysideyourside.livejournal.com]

"John?" Stark says from a bit of distance.

[blackholesandrevelations]

"Hey kiddo." John said as he thumped his head against the wall. "How're you?"

[mysideyourside.livejournal.com]

"I am... well," Stark says. "What is wrong?"

[royal-guarantor.livejournal.com]

"You're Bound too, then?" the young boy by the Bar observes.

[blackholesandrevelations]

"Unfortunately." John sighed, stepping away from the wall.

[royal-guarantor.livejournal.com]

"And this is something that's happened before."

[stilljustandrew]

Crichton?

*It's an Andrew, staring in worry.*

[blackholesandrevelations]

"Hey Andrew." John said, pressing his lips together.

[stilljustandrew]

*His glance flicks from Crichton's face to the door, and back.*

No door?

[fighting_mad]

"Hey," calls a voice, and Plourr's headed his way swiftly, still hiking Ianna up on her hip. The princess is nine months old and already starting to make cranky noises, grabbing at the blanket full of toys that has been abandoned on the floor by the fireplace. Her mother is dressed for work, loose fabric draped over her arm and trailing behind her, her hair wound into a braided knot at the back of her head.

"John!"

[blackholesandrevelations]

He jumped at her voice, his fingers falling from the wall as he turned to look at her. "H-hey Plourr."

His voice cracked and he opened his arms wide and grinned. "'M not dead!"

[fighting_mad]

"Where the hell have you been, you idiot?" she demands, and this may not be the welcome he expected, but he's getting it anyway: she hugs him, fierce and rib-crushing, with her free arm.

(Ianna momentarily stops fussing, staring at the unfamiliar male shoulder she finds herself pressed against.)

[aimedforthemoon]

Esfir Shostakovna Yazycova, astronaut, glances over at him.

"That doesn't help," the dead Russian woman says, a little bemused at the cursing and hitting of the front door.

[blackholesandrevelations]

"Yeah yeah." John scowled at her. "Feels good though."

[aimedforthemoon]

A crooked smile.

"True."

[almosthonorable]

At a nearby table, Ben looks up from his whiskey, then tips his head toward the wall.

"Comes back. Unless you're dead."

[blackholesandrevelations]

"I know, I know." John snapped before pounding his fist again. Euuugh.

[almosthonorable]

"Landlord might be keepin' you here just to see the shine you're cuttin', y'know."