John Crichton (![]() ![]() @ 2009-12-05 10:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | john crichton |
WHO: John, hopefully Aeryn and Wash? and whoever is in the bar.
WHAT: John intends to get a taste of home. Shame there's no chocolate.
STATUS: Incomplete, Open
Ever since Wash had told him there was real actual beer on the planet, John had been in a state of barely-controlled excitement. He wasn't quite at the "bouncing around like a hyper puppy" stage, but it was getting there. Possibly, the fact that it was beer made by humans for humans on this planet in a place where there weren't supposed to be any humans was what was making him so cheerful. Sure, there was the whole thing where people seemed to think Earth was some burnt-out shell from five centuries ago (WHAT THE FRELL?) or maybe it wasn't?
He'd originally been really excited about the thought that he could talk about Monty Python and Blondie and The Who and Abbot and Costello and people would know what he was saying without muttering things about him going Fahrbot or being mentally deficient, which, y'know, he really wasn't. They could have told him if there was another Space Wars sequel, or if they'd made yet another series in Galaxy Trek, if they didn't all turn out to be Jocks in Space. He could even have asked about Football and Baseball and Hockey and frell, even Soccer! But if they were from some weird Earth (what had Wash called it? Earth that was?) then maybe they wouldn't have a clue.
Frell it, he was still in a pretty good mood, despite the weirdness and the questions he wanted to ask. There was beer in his immediate future AND human company.
Other humans.
Whoa.
Clearly, he needed to get to the bar (BARS. PLURAL. This was going to be like some insane version of Spring Break, wasn't it? Only without DK. Huh.) and show Aeryn that no, he wasn't insane and yes, humans were just Like That. Wash had said the bar nearest the docks even had pool, so that was where he decided to head to first.