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

"Yeah." He nodded. "Always when I need to not be here."

Roshaun nods.

"It seems to often be the case."

John pressed his fingers into his eyes and groaned for a moment. "Yeah. Kind of sick of it."

He shoved his hands into his pockets and wandered towards the kid. "John Crichton. Pleased to meetcha."

"Roshaun ke Nelaid." He inclines his head in greeting. "Likewise."

John didn't even try to repeat the name. Just nodded. "Nice name. Nice and...long."

"That's only a small part of my full name", he's informed. "The rest tends to confuse people."

John laughed shortly. "Of course. God, I've missed this place."

"Have you been away for long?"

"Yeah, I think. It's been a bit...weird."

"Time is often not as linear as most people believe", Roshaun agrees. "What happened?"

"Lots of stuff. Death, failure. I got drugged a lot. Drank too much. Too many random girls."

"You've had an interesting time, it seems." He smiles faintly. "You should at least be safe from drugging, here."

"To say the least." John moved to lean against the bar before ordering a beer. "Yeah, I trust this place. Wonder if my room's still here."

"Did you leave anything in it? If so, then it probably is."

He swallowed his gulp of beer before nodding a little disjointedly. "Yeah. There's lots of stuff there."

"Then I'm sure the room is too."

John nodded. "Yeah. Thanks, kid."