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[cptbialarcrais.livejournal.com]

Bialar has discovered the outside is more than just a panorama that's easy on the eyes. That it actually exists and he can actually go out.

So he has done and he's now sitting at the edge of the lake. Still in his uniform because it's a little bit of reality to hang on to - he doesn't know if he can get back... or where 'back' actually is - his surviving the Starburst wasn't something he expected.

The lake is quiet and still - perfect for being melancholy reflective.

He is remembering skimming stones as a child (lake stones boy - it's a universal language) To the casual observer it might seem he's planning on reliving his childhood, what with his hand clenched around something, only it's not a stone.



[OCC: Feel free to bother him. He'd appreciate having his mind taken off how quiet it is in his head *worries*]

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[7twistedwishes]

If he is planning to throw something into the lake, he should take care to not hit the pretty woman who just surfaced, enjoying the chill of the water.

Really, swimming in autumn in a scottish lake is great fun. If you are not bothered by cold or heat.

[cptbialarcrais.livejournal.com]

He prides himself on his aim. He'd only hit her if he wanted to.

The day seems mild to him, though the lack of other people in the lake suggests it might be normally considered an odd activity. For the moment he's distracted (you said pretty...)

"How is the water?"

[7twistedwishes]

Very much pretty. Beautiful even. "Hmm, its is cold, but wonderful... real water, natural and clear, not that cocoction that comes out of a shower." The woman swims over, climbing out of the water. "Hello, how are you? New to Milliways?"

[cptbialarcrais.livejournal.com]

He looks at her for a moment as he debates the questions.

"I am... fine," he says slowly. "And yes, I am newly... arrived."

[7twistedwishes]

"Oh, very well." She smiles and offers a hand. "I am the Devil."

[cptbialarcrais.livejournal.com]

He blinks, a little confused.

"Is that a name?"

[7twistedwishes]

She laughs softly, still offering that hand... "More like a title: you may call me Scarlet, it is simpler for all involved."

[mysideyourside.livejournal.com]

The mask wearing Banik stands and smirks for a moment.

"I should not, not be surprised that you are here," he greets.

[cptbialarcrais.livejournal.com]

"Stark!" he says enthusiastically, actually pleased. Then he coughs in acute embarrassment at being so eager.

But if anyone has answers...

"Where am I? Am I... dead?"

[mysideyourside.livejournal.com]

Stark thinks for a moment.

"What do you last remember?"

[cptbialarcrais.livejournal.com]

"The Carrier." He realises Stark possibly doesn't know about that bit. "We... Crichton, Aeryn and I... went to stop Scorpius. The last thing I remember... was Talyn powering up for Starburst."

He pulls his mind away from that particular recollection with a visible shudder.

[mysideyourside.livejournal.com]

"You are dead," Stark says. "I have heard the story of your... sacrifice."

[cptbialarcrais.livejournal.com]

He blinks.

"Are you sure? I do not feel dead."

Surely if he was dead the loss of Talyn wouldn't hurt so much.

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

Jim is taking a walk, enjoying the mock-Scottish air as summer gives way to fall. He notices a man in an uniform slightly more military and a good deal more serious looking than his own and heads over.

"Good morning."

[cptbialarcrais.livejournal.com]

"Morning." Bialar takes in the uniform and sits a little straighter. "Captain Bialar Crais."

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"Captain James Kirk, Starfleet of the United Federation of Planets." Jim isn't quite standing at attention, and isn't surprised that the man seems quite disciplined.

[cptbialarcrais.livejournal.com]

"United Federation?" He has not heard of this organisation.

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"If you aren't from the right time, or place, or timeline, you wouldn't have. I'm a native of Earth in the 23rd century, if that means anything to you." Jim would bet that it doesn't.

[cptbialarcrais.livejournal.com]

It doesn't and then it does.

"This place... it can bring people from different times as well as places? Why? What is the purpose of doing such a thing?"

[azure-mercy.livejournal.com]

Zhaan spends a lot of time in Milliways and notices most new arrivals - the key word being most.

Thus she is very surprised when, while taking a walk by the lake after finishing some work in her garden, she almost stumbles upon Bialar Crais.

The last time they met was on the Diagnosan's planet where Aeryn died (and came back - it was all rather complicated). He'd been an ally then, and Zhaan knew from Crichton and Stark's account what he'd done since...but not long before that, he had been a dangerous and relentless enemy. And before that, Zhaan's jailer and Moya's slavemaster. Needless to say, at the time, Zhaan did not entirely trust him.

She still doesn't, and now that they've run into each other, she's not sure how to react.

[cptbialarcrais.livejournal.com]

Seeing Zhaan immediately brings things to Bialar's mind that he prefers to forget.

He can see the uncertainty on her face, and something he suspects is mistrust. He really doesn't blame her for either.

"Zhaan," he greets softly.

[azure-mercy.livejournal.com]

"Captain Crais," she returns, sounding strained. "When did you arrive in Milliways?" (The question comes out like an accusation, although she didn't mean for it to.)

[cptbialarcrais.livejournal.com]

"Yesterday," he explains, his voice still quiet. "It was not... intended."

[azure-mercy.livejournal.com]

Zhaan, realizing her hostility was unjustified - and grasping what Crais' reaction to her says about when he came from - manages to tone herself down a little.

"I don't think anyone first comes here intentionally," she says, somewhat apologetic.

[cptbialarcrais.livejournal.com]

Bialar looks at her for a long moment, debating whether to question her. But he has too many queries.

"Have you been here long?"