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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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[gone_byebye]

Ray's about halfway down his glass of electric blue something-or-other when the door opens on this one; he glances up curiously. "Hi there," he says. "I take it you weren't expecting the Bar?"

[mysideyourside]

"What manner of man are you?" Stark says, jumping back slightly in his posture. His hands come up, as if ready to shield his face from assault. "You're a Sebacian, yes? Peacekeeper?"

[gone_byebye]

"No, sir. Baseline human, from Terra," Ray says, raising his own hands fractionally. "And not with the UN or any other peacekeeping organization, I can promise you that."

[mysideyourside]

"Human?" Stark's head tilts as he eyes Ray carefully. "From... Earth?" His hands drop a bit, but he begins to ring them. He mutters a bit to himself. "Wormholes, wormholes, has to be wormholes."

[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?"

[mysideyourside]

When Stark finally sees Zhaan, staring across the room, his face freezes in a combination of complete relief and complete disbelief. He pops his hand over his eye, then removes it, as if to check she is truly there. After doing this one more time, he bowls across the crowded bar, not caring as he thuds his shins against chairs and tables. He nearly prostrates himself at her feet, looking up at her.

"Tell me you are real, I beg of you," he says.

[mysideyourside]

"I never gave up," Stark whispered back, looking into her eyes. He reached up to hold the wrist of the hand on his cheek. "No matter what the others said."