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Crichton bounds back downstairs.

"Hey guys, I'm sor- Oh. The water's gone. Never mind then..."

He ignores the smirks, heads over to the bar, and sits down.

"Coffee."

A margarita appears. He pushes it aside. "I said, coffee."

Another margarita appears.

He turns and looks around the room. There aren't many people in the bar right now, but none of them seem to be having any trouble with their orders...

He glares at the bar.

"Look, I told that Bernard guy it was an accident, okay? I didn't mean to do it. Now give. me. some. freaking. coffee!"

A third margarita appears, this time without the glass. The liquid is in an amusing glass shape suspended in midair for barely a moment, before it succumbs to gravity and splashes all over the bar. Crichton leaps out of his chair barely in time to avoid getting drenched.

He turns, looks around the room, and shouts, "Is anybody else still getting nothing but margaritas?"

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[ooc: depends if you want the bar to be so pissed of it won't give you what you want even if someone else asks...]

[ooc: *grin* You decide. You ordered, after all :)]

*two plates of food appear on the bar*

there you go babe. eat up.

Crichton appreciatively takes one of the plates. "You know... this past week I've had far better food than I've had all year on Moiya..."

He digs in.

[ooc: sorry about that! I got dragged off to a haircut appointment...]

*nibbles a chip*

whats moiya?

"Moiya's a leviathan. Really huge space-going whale creature. She's also a spaceship, you live inside of her."

He peers at Angie, just waiting to see the expression on her face.

*raises an eyebrow*

you,live inside a space whale. who are you pinochio?

"Something like that. I'm a cross between Jonah and the Whale with Lost in Space. 'Cept for the whole escaped-prisoner thing."

as in you are an escaped prisoner or you're not an escaped prisoner?

Crichton grins. "It's a bit complicated. Basically, locked up in here" -he taps the side of his head- "are the secrets to creating a wormhole. The Peacekeepers want it, and they'll do anything to get it."

and here i thought my life was messed up...

so what exactly are thse wormholes you know how to create and why are they wanted by theese peace keepers who i'm guessing arent as peacefull as they sound?

"Nah. I don't know how to create them. This weird bug alien pretending to be my father implanted the information in my head without me knowing about it. They're wormholes, you don't know what wormholes are?"

sure. it's where the worms live.

*grins and laughs*

*seriously* not in space terms i don't.

Crichton grins. "A wormhole is a bridge connecting two points that are very far apart. It's like a shortcut in space. I got sucked through one of 'em a year ago, ended up on the other side of the universe, and haven't seen another human being until I got here."

and what do you think of here compared to outer space?

"Better food, that's for sure..."

is that the only thing thats better? the food? what about being on solid ground again, or seeing other humans?

Crichton smiles. "Solid ground's no difference, you don't even notice it missing on Moiya. But certainly the company" -and here he looks meaningfully at Angie- "is worth it."

He shakes his head to himself. "God, it's so weird. D'argo is sitting there floating unprotected in space, and has been for over a week -- but not a second has gone by from his pointaview. You ever think about that sort of thing?"

*grins and raises an eyebrow- she seems to do this alot*

well it's no wierder than time travel, and thats a theory i'm used to so i guess i'm not that wierded out by it. i'm more shocked about the fact that he's an alien and he's floating in space than the fact that he's suspended in time.

Crichton appears to be distracted, staring at a red-headed woman (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/370268.html) who's just entered the bar.

"Holy dren.... is that Dana Scully?"

*looks at the woman*

dana who?

"Oh, she's from a... well, remember when I told Raph he's a cartoon character on my world? Well, that redhead there -- she's from a television show. An FBI agent, investigates weird phenomena. Figures she'd show up here sooner or later, though I wonder where Mulder is..."

*looks nervous at the talk of tv characters showing up in the bar*

oh... really? thats wierd.

*clentches hands convulsively, and looks at the table*

Crichton peers at Angie. "You alright?"

yes. no. i don't know.

i just... i am real aren't i john?