01 [Holo] Same Dren, Different Day.

[frell_this_dren]

Crichton's reaction to suddenly finding himself in Taxon's arrival room instead of on the dying Leviathan, Elack, isn't exactly the norm. He knows where he is. Right here on this damned Leviathan and no fuel for his module still. This is just another damned flash thingy, it's all in his head. Scorpius hanging onto his neural network by his

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[sgmitchell]

Cam kept an eye on the holo transmissions--maybe a bit more now, when he hoped to see a familiar face in a dwindling crowd--but at seeing that familiar face, even with the dead animal attached to it, he'd ruled it out as one of the rare instances someone knowingly used the creepy holo thing.

It was the rant that caught his attention again, and the question that had him picking up the tablet again. True, he'd guessed--from general lack of tablet chatter, and the two women who'd mistaken him for the man--that Crichton must have gone into a seclusion...but the beard and the rag thing was pretty far beyond what he'd imagined.

Oh, yeah. And the confusion wasn't the best sign, either.

Cam frowned warily, and switched to visual. "You're gonna have to be more descriptive than that."

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[frell_this_dren]

Okay, that... he wasn't expecting. "But you..." Crichton finally uttered after the obligatory double-take at the screen, punctuated only by a confused squint.

"Scorpius." His expression quickly turned to accusatory, nothing short of being sick of playing some game. Crichton looked around the room once more for the neural clone of Scorpius to show his face.

"This is NOT funny, in fact this is about as funny as a funeral. Cut the crap and get to the point, Harvey."

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[sgmitchell]

Well that wasn't the best sign in the world.

How best to explain this? "...Should I take that to mean you're in a big round, metal room right now?" He'd really prefer the man say 'no', now.

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[frell_this_dren]

"Yup." The response was curt as Crichton took in the cylindrical sterile room, he'd work out how to react to the man later, for now he wanted out.

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[0ne_woman_army]

Aeryn had finally managed to come to terms with the idea of being captured by some sort of alien race and being kept away from the rest of the universe in an underground city, though it didn't mean that she liked the idea. She'd gotten used to the weird grounded transport pods that took her across the city, and even used to the voices and faces that popped up on her tablet from time to time. They were easy enough to ignore when she wanted to (which was often), and aside from the little sparring session with Mitchel, she'd even managed to stay to herself. Solitude, she was prepared for. But a very familiar voice called over her tablet and she shook her head as she cleaned out the chamber of her pulse pistol she had hatched earlier that day.

"Mitchell," she said aloud to the tablet that lay on the bench beside her without actually looking at it, "You sound like a frelling idiot, knock it off you-" She nearly dropped the pistol when the voice she thought was Mitchell mentioned a very familiar name. Scorpius. Mitchell certainly didn't

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[frell_this_dren]

"Aeryn?" What she'd said, not entirely sinking in initially, because shit, it was Aeryn. Why would, or who would rather, drag him out of the middle of no-mans land in space and her too. From entirely different places aswell, he could only presume. Last he'd seen Aeryn, they'd gone their separate ways, and she was only god knows where. But someone had found them both and brought them here - wherever the hezmana 'here' was. Either that or it was all in his head and Harvey was playing games with him again.

When more words did actually come after he'd just gawped like a monkey at the screen for a while, they came out more sarcastic and aggressively defensive than hindsight would have wished for.

"I sound like a frelling idiot and I look like dren. Well excuuuuse me for not knowing what the frell is going on here and forgetting to pack my Gilettes. Y'know, maybe just maybe if it wasn't too much trouble you could let me in on what the story is here, you can reject my GQ centrefold application later."

"... and who the frell is

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[0ne_woman_army]

With her pulse pistol left in pieces on the bench beside her, she stared down at the tiny holographic image of the man that had not only killed her, but also been the last person she would have assumed to do so... though she was somehow, miraculously very much alive and sitting someplace in Central, so why did it still seemed so far fetched that for whatever reason or not, fate decided to be extremely cruel and drag Crichton along too? Whoever, whatever had brought them here, she cursed silently with a colorful vocabulary.

When he finally spoke again, Aeryn found herself frowning at his outburst and her grip tightened on the tablet. She ran her finger along the screen and picked up his coordinates as they registered on her map; he was at the arrival chamber, the same place that she had been tossed into the moment she woke up. "Crichton," she said firmly to make sure he heard it past his hysteria. "Crichton! I know that you have always taken changes so well," she told him with dripping sarcasm, "but stop yelling and frelling relax.

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[frell_this_dren]

Well that was par for the course, so she'd given him a different name, or he had... his clone. It was always about his damn clone, the one that died, the one that he wasn't. The him that she'd loved. Whether this was real or not (and he highly doubted that by now), it didn't mean it wasn't all about the raw truth. In fact it was more likely to be about the raw truth if it was all Harvey's doing.

John smiled begrudgingly at her image, an odd mix of cynicism and affection when she offered help, despite the verbal attack. Maybe it was best to just stick to business, and set his feelings aside.

"So where are we? Looks like you got the headstart on me here." His hand fell to his own holster and comfortingly enough Winona was right where she should be. As he headed towards the door he asked, "You alright?"