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[i_heart_winona]

[OOM: Life could be better for John Crichton.

Just slightly.]

At some point, John was sure he was going to die from starvation. And then another Leviathan showed up and hey, look, John's alive! And beardyOnly, when he entered the docking bay on the new (old) Leviathan, and stepped out of his module, he didn't end up quite where he expected.

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[doesnt_dance]

"You don't look so good," Chad comments, shaking his head at the man who's just stepped in. "Want some nachos?"

[i_heart_winona]

John runs a hand over his beard and snorts. "Yeah, kid. That sounds...amazing."

He looks a little wobbly :(

[doesnt_dance]

Poor John D:

"Have a seat," Chad says with a grin, asking the bar for a superdeluxe order.

[i_heart_winona]

"Thanks." He sits, heavily, still fiddling with his beard. "I don't even...want to know what I look like. I have been in a space ship for like...days, man."

AND HIS NOTGIRLFRIEND IS PREGNANT. WORST WEEK EVERRR.