02 [Accidental Visual]

[frell_this_dren]

"You think? And then what? When everything and the kitchen sink gets sucked in and I can't reverse it, then what? Last time I checked, my Samantha nose twitching talents weren't so well honed. Your plan's about as well thought out as Elmer Fudd's best laid plans, buddy." John's tablet had switched itself to visual as he shoved it away. Harvey

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[justaddmarbles]

This was...certainly different. Witha bit of trepidation Glitch switched his tablet on to reply.

"Um, Cri-Crichton?" he began. His expression was one of excessive confusion with a dash of concern. "Are you all right there?"

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[frell_this_dren]

"Oh ho ho. Nice try." Crichton laughed cynically as the image mutated into Glitch. "You can forget that trick, buster."

'John, I suggest you talk to the former scientist without acknowledging my presence. We wouldn't want him thinking you insane.' came the condescending voice of Harvey from beside him. John glared sharply off to the side at apparently nothing, and then attempted a placatory smile which came off as entirely awkward at Glitch.

"Glitch! Tablet's on. Didn't know that. Hi!" Well this'd take some explaining.

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[justaddmarbles]

"Um." Yes, um again and more confusion as well. Glitch has a near limitless number of baffled looks, Crichton. He practices them. Do not make him use them all.

"Yeah, I I I figured that," he replied and smiled a bit vaguely. "Still, sorry to interrupt. Do...you have company?"

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[frell_this_dren]

"Not your fault. I shoulda been more careful... And not exactly. It's kinda complicated."

Oh frell, he can't even begin to think how to pass this off, and Harvey offering sage advice isn't helping either. Just ignore him Crichton, he'll go away.

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[sgmitchell]

He wouldn't have bothered noticing the tablet--he still had reports to read, to figure out just how much had happened in this universe which had never happened in his own. The end of the Ori war--lucky this universe had ways to protect itself from the Ori--was about as far back as he'd gotten.

Howeber, the voice itself distracted him from his quest for answers. That one guy...the alternate version his memories included twice over. The oddity, and the vague affinity he associated with the man was enough to give him pause.

But that did not mean he had any idea what the man was talking about. "...I think you've got the wrong number."

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[frell_this_dren]

Ho shi-- Damn it, wasn't there some way of erasing messages?

"Wrong number, yup. I meant to call the Taxon crisis line. It's not 1-800-273-FRELLINGTABLETS then, I'm guessin'?"

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[sgmitchell]

Without erasing his memory as well?

Cam frowned, "Nope. M'Pretty sure I misplaced it."

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[frell_this_dren]

More without ten more people replying, the ones that had already seen his little outburst, well the damage was done.

"Oh well, guess I'll just keep tryin' then." Maybe there was a chance he could just skirt over this.

[accidental voice]

[gating_across]

Well, that's not something you'd see everyday.

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[frell_this_dren]

"Commandant Cleavage?" Crichton knew that wasn't what was he referring to, but he didn't really care. "Trust me, you're right on that one. Once a year is too much."

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[gating_across]

Welcome to a normal day in Taxon... I guess.

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[frell_this_dren]

"Welcome to just another weird frelling planet courtesy of 'The Adventuuuures of John Crichton' more like. Tune in next week to see if he survives"