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[hart_of_time]

Using the vortex manipulator was not supposed to feel like the universe had chewed him up and shat him out. The fact that it did this time gave him a spark of hope, glimmering through the pain that dropped him to his knees, retching. Somewhere nearby, a mechanical voice calmly announced the presence of an intruder.

"You." The voice was familiar

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[heartimmortal]

"No," he answered immediately, not allowing himself time to actually think about the answer. "What the hell are you doing on my ship?" He frowned. John looked rather the worse for wear. "And what's wrong with you?"

[hart_of_time]

"Piggybacked on your vortex manipulator signal," he explained. He raised himself to his knees, and regretted it as his head swam. "Oof." He flopped carefully back onto the deck. "Universe-hopping kinda fucks with your system, apparently."

Jack was still glaring down at him. "You look good," John offered.

[heartimmortal]

Oh yeah, he was still naked. He located his trousers from the pile of rumpled clothes in his hands and pulled them on, dropping the rest of the garments. "Universe-hopping?" he repeated. "You shouldn't mess with that. Tears the walls of reality, you know."

[hart_of_time]

Oh, how disappointing. "You don't have to do that," he protested. "I was rather enjoying the view." He put a hand on the cage of fairy bears to lever himself up again. His head did not spin, so he stood the rest of the way. "By the way, what day is it?"