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[mysideyourside]

A man dressed in leather, a metal half mask covering his face, wanders... no, staggers into Milliways, completely and utterly perplexed

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[i_heart_winona]

"Buh?"

John pointed at him. With a slack-jawed face. You know the one. The one he always makes. Yeah...that.

"Buh!!"

[mysideyourside]

Stark's face went into a similar state of complete disbelief. "But you're..." He raised a hand to point back. "Trickery! Lies, lies, lies!"

[i_heart_winona]

John's slack-jawed look disappeared in favour of pinching his nose.

"Stark. Stark. Sta--" John tried to say between shouts of "lies!" He sighed. "Stark, shut it."

[mysideyourside]

Stark knew that tone of voice. He quieted for a moment, after a bit of an incomprehensible yelp. "Crichton?"

[i_heart_winona]

"The one and only." He doesn't add 'you crazy nutjob' to the end of his sentence, but he sighed the sentiment. "When are you from?"

Nooo Stark, John hasn't gone crazy again.

[mysideyourside]

"You're... you're supposed to be crystalized," Stark said. "I... was with Chiana, were going to find the Diagnosan." He rubbed the skin of his face as he talked, this whole experience being yet another bit of mental trauma and confusion.

[i_heart_winona]

"What. Wait, which Diagnosan? Is this before or after I'm twinned?" John reached over for Stark's hand and patted it down. "Stop rubbing your face, bud. It'll come off."

[mysideyourside]

"After," Stark said. "After your twin..." He suddenly snapped his fingers and pointed. "Bioloid! How do I know you're not a bioloid, sent to trick me!"

[i_heart_winona]

"Okay, first off, I'm just after being twinned so stop talking about the future. Second, I'm not. I don't know how to prove this to you...but I'm not. I could do a dance. Do bioloids dance?"

[mysideyourside]

"Which one are you?" Stark said, jumping tracks again. But this was Stark, so this was normal. He tilted his head. "Did you stay on Moya?"

[i_heart_winona]

John's jaw tightened. "Yes."

Talyn-John stole his shirt, Winona, his notebook.

Aeryn.

[mysideyourside]

Stark placed a hand over his mouth. His eye darted about, looking at each corner of the room as he thought. He focused back on John.

"I... I shouldn't say anything," he said. "About what happens."

[i_heart_winona]

"Yeah. Please don't." John sighed. "I already know about..death happening. I just...don't want to know more."

[mysideyourside]

Stark nodded, solemnly. "My time, your time, my time, your time," he muttered.

[i_heart_winona]

John does a little head-tilty dance to the chanting. "Yep. There we go. Crazy time differences."

[mysideyourside]

"It is... good to see you," Stark said, after a moment. He chose his words carefully, not wanting to give anything of the future away, not even through sentiment or inflection.