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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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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?

John blinks. "Well, I don't think you are. I don't recognize your name from anything... and if this place was some sort of psychic construct, I'd have to, wouldn't I? Nah, I think you're real. Want to make certain?"

*looks up*

how would you do that?

A goofy grin. "I thought you'd never ask."

He leans forward and kisses her full on the lips.

*wraps her arms round his neck and kisses him back*

there's no way this isn't real!

"Took the words right outta my mouth, and I ain't finishing that sentence no matter what the cliche' police do to me."

*smiles* must have been while you where kissing me.

just coz you're avoiding the cliches doesn't mean i have to...

Crichton smiles too, looks a bit embarrassed, and coughs. "Yes. Well. Anyways. I'm pretty convinced at this point you're real."

me too. what would i do without you babe?

"Fade away into nothingness. You're just a figment of my imagination, remember?" He looks mischievous.

don't tease you. it's not nice. plus kisses will be withheld!

*croses arms over chest and smiles cheekily*

Crichton raises his eyebrows and tries really, really hard not to smirk. "Oh! So a figment of my imagination is blackmailing me now... Damn my subconscious must hate me!"

*tries hard to look indignant, but starts laughing*

no one could hate you babe. least of all me.

"Tell that to Crais. Anyways, do you... mind if I go talk to Scully for a bit? It looks like she's being overwhelmed over there, and knowing her, she's completely unprepared for this."

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