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blackholesandrevelations) wrote2007-07-06 09:47 pm
blackholesandrevelations) wrote2007-07-06 09:47 pm
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Well this was not fun. Not fun at all.
He knew that he would end up back here, on this dying Leviathan, full of dead creepy people and their dead creepiness. And he knew that the mad scientist guy would be following him around.
But he didn't expect to be encased in one of these bubble things at the last second. That was the part that really sucked. He couldn't see. It was black.
And suddenly...suddenly he was back out on the ground, gasping for breath.
And he heard his name. D'Argo, calling his name. John bolted up and ran towards it, ducking explosions left and right. He reached D'Argo and skidded to a halt. "D'Argo!"
"Are you okay?" The Luxan looked at him intently.
An explosion erupted behind John and he ducked. "Yeah, we'll talk about it later."
He grabbed D'Argo's shoulder and pushed him towards the maintenance bay. He paused as he saw Jool standing halfway between the pod and the rest of the hangar. "Jool, you're alive!"
Jool looked exasperated and rushed. "Come on, hurry up! Chiana, let's go!"
"Chiana!" John cried out, looking at the pod as he and D'Argo moved past Jool, towards the pod doors. He was halfway up the steps when--
"Hold the door!"
That voice sounded frelling familiar. John turned to look behind him. Where John stood. What.
"Jool, you're alive!" John said to the red-head, while Jool and D'Argo just stared. John raised his eyebrows, and blinked. A lot.
The two Johns stared at each other, both tilting their heads identically in an oh I just don't believe this manner. Watching.
The Leviathan tugs apart.
Chiana pilots the transport pod away as the two Crichtons stare at one another. Frelling weird.
"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot."
Rock. Both of them, rock.
"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot."
Paper.
"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot."
Paper again.
John stroked his thumb over his eyebrow, just below the cut that is duplicated on the face across from him. With identical movements, the two Johns press their thumbs against their lips.
Obvious that they are trying to come to a conclusion.
None come.
They move back into their game.
I doubled you. I ...twinned you. Equal...and original.
He knew that he would end up back here, on this dying Leviathan, full of dead creepy people and their dead creepiness. And he knew that the mad scientist guy would be following him around.
But he didn't expect to be encased in one of these bubble things at the last second. That was the part that really sucked. He couldn't see. It was black.
And suddenly...suddenly he was back out on the ground, gasping for breath.
And he heard his name. D'Argo, calling his name. John bolted up and ran towards it, ducking explosions left and right. He reached D'Argo and skidded to a halt. "D'Argo!"
"Are you okay?" The Luxan looked at him intently.
An explosion erupted behind John and he ducked. "Yeah, we'll talk about it later."
He grabbed D'Argo's shoulder and pushed him towards the maintenance bay. He paused as he saw Jool standing halfway between the pod and the rest of the hangar. "Jool, you're alive!"
Jool looked exasperated and rushed. "Come on, hurry up! Chiana, let's go!"
"Chiana!" John cried out, looking at the pod as he and D'Argo moved past Jool, towards the pod doors. He was halfway up the steps when--
"Hold the door!"
That voice sounded frelling familiar. John turned to look behind him. Where John stood. What.
"Jool, you're alive!" John said to the red-head, while Jool and D'Argo just stared. John raised his eyebrows, and blinked. A lot.
The two Johns stared at each other, both tilting their heads identically in an oh I just don't believe this manner. Watching.
The Leviathan tugs apart.
Chiana pilots the transport pod away as the two Crichtons stare at one another. Frelling weird.
"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot."
Rock. Both of them, rock.
"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot."
Paper.
"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot."
Paper again.
John stroked his thumb over his eyebrow, just below the cut that is duplicated on the face across from him. With identical movements, the two Johns press their thumbs against their lips.
Obvious that they are trying to come to a conclusion.
None come.
They move back into their game.
I doubled you. I ...twinned you. Equal...and original.