The Doorway: a panfandom game

Be it presumptuous from me not to understand, especially by now, that people can taken just as quickly as they're brought here. Not entirely different from a life on the battlefield And I'm sincerely sorry for your losses.

I've come to understand that my friend, Ka D'Argo was here for a short while before being taken back. How do I go about reclaiming his Qualta blade from SHIELD? It's not for you to have It should go to his namesake for as long as we're here. I've got plans to hang it above Deke's crib.

Private to Farscapers
To remind you: Moya's invited me to partake in her piloting class as a teacher. As it happens, I've looked into getting certified to pilot Earth aircraft and I've found a CFI outside of the city and I start tomorrow. I expect dinner to be on the table when I get back, husband of mine. No space rodent.

Rygel, how's your stomach?

I have been exploring and it's curious to me that so few people live below the city. There's certainly room.

I have learned my lesson. I would not recommend eating food without knowing how long it has been out.

I appreciate those that were concerned for my well being. Especially Moya.

In related news, I have gotten employment. I've been primarily doing odd things here and there, but in an ironic twist, I've landed a position as a food taster. A difficult job, but someone has to do it.

Next human thing that confuses me. Someone explain "football". Is it a game that involves kicking a ball around an empty grass area or one in which players bash into each other while throwing a piece of animal skin? Both seemed to be called that, but the latter has to be something else? Animal skin chucking? Human smash? I'm stumped.

HELP! HOW DO YOU DEAL WITH DYING??? UGHHHH ONLY ONE STOMACH AND IT HURTS SO BAD!!!!!

MOYA!!!! JOHN??? Aeyrn


SOMEONE HELP ME!!!

I am not amused, human world.

You know, I've been through my share of terrible planets. There were times I had nothing but crackers to eat for weeks on end, when I had to testify on behalf of my friend for a murder she didn't commit and for which my rhetorical skills were repeatidly brought into question not to mention the cruel discussion of my sensitive biological quirks.

I've been worshipped as a god, kidnapped and tortured and you know what?

This is the worst ruddy place I've lived.

Except for pizza.

Crichton. You're on diaper duty.

Neural net restored (78% functional [lower level than before (emotional processing: continue)]). Physical contact desired.
DRDs restored (94% functional [within error margins of previous performance]).
Physical body restored (83% functional [problems pertain to neural net, not body]).

Neurological checks will continue processing (15 minute intervals).
Note: foreign gasses permeable to neural net membrane. Filtration microbe reproduction rates increasing. Human microbes insufficient.

Progress: positive.
Outlook: hopeful.

Dios The 99 cent store is always a trap A very tempting, dollar-sucking trap

Did someone slip something into my food? That has to be it.

Filtered to: John and Moya

The big blue bitch-she hasn't actually arrived here has she?

She wouldn't talk to me...does she hate me? In the end she said she loved me

Well, now that the 13th floor is usable again, how would y'all feel about a marathon? Phoebe and I were talking about doing one awhile back and I thought it'd be more fun to invite the rest of y'all along, because who doesn't love the , right?

What the frell is yo-low? Some young ruffians came running up to me in the street, sat on my lap in my hoverchair, and took a picture. They screamed that as they ran away. Is it some strange human mating call? Were they trying to steal my soul?

Crichton, explain this!

I'm really not used to keeping up with a network like this. How do all of you manage it?

[Filtered: SHIELD cell seven (aka Steve Rogers 616, Obi-Wan Kenobi, James Bond, & Cameron Mitchell)]

My name is Will Parry. I just finished my training a few days ago, and I'll be joining you for... well, however long I'm here, I suppose. I look forward to working with you.

o m g


what if he was like



never real at all ................


( cut, not filtered )

So I might need to rethink my positon on humans.

( left at Rygel's door )

I'm ready to get outta here for a while. Who's with me?

So, it would appear the Peacekeeper has left. While I'm not personally very sorry to see her go, I guess we can expect to hear the sobbing from the vicinity of Crichton's room until the tesseract sees fit to return her.

All I know is that I'm not swallowing any parts of people from the bottom of seas, just remember that.

One more week of SHIELD training before I'm back to flying. I've never gone this long without my own prowler before. I'll just be glad to be working and of some use again. I don't feel entirely at home here on Earth, but I know I'll feel at home up there. Just one more week.

Ladies and gentlemen of earth, you can all relax! I have had sexual relations with a human woman and it was glorious!

Filtered to: Moya and Farscape companions

I thank you for your assistance. I might, in fact, owe you one. And you know how much a dominar hates being in anyone's debt. You just tell me when and where and I shall do my best to do whatever needs being done.

I have a question of utmost importance relevant to all earth humans, especially those familiar with New York.

Where would one go to have a drink on a Friday evenings to have the best chance of speaking with human females who are potentially interested in sexual congress?

Are there locations besides bars that are commonly accepted for this sort of thing?