#cr1chton

[psychsmart]

is he drunk? yes. is he embarrassed? absolutely not. whatever alcohol aliens drink, it's fucking fantastic. gus whoops as he slings an arm around @cr1chton's shoulders. " come on john, it'll be fun! " he's been trying to convince the other man to join him in karaoke for the past... hour, probably. " don't make me make chicken noises. " he'll do it too, he's had plenty of practice making them at shawn.

one of the moya crew hands him another drink, earning a high pitched cheer from him. " do it, do it or i'll never let you live it down. or are you scared i sing better than you? " words are slightly slurred, and he's only 43% sure he's pointing at john. it could also just be a john shaped pillar off to the side.

[thrillor]

continuation from here :// @cr1chton

chiana's no greebo -- if anyone is , it's crichton for heading right through that temporal anomaly without checking first ! but that's hoomans for ya. but all that knowledge didn't stop chiana from getting... anxious. just a little. nothing huge. it's not like she needed him. she didn't need anyone ! she's done fine on her own.

none of that stops her , however , from launching herself at crichton the microt he gets outta the transport pod. legs looping around his midsection , arms snaked around his neck. it's a display of a lost child returned home.

" it's been fifteen solar days ! " she pulls back , head jerking to the side as she chastises him. " d'argo's been worried , and you know him -- he's just no fun when he's worried. " in truth , moya felt off for all that time without him. they'd stayed put , waiting out the time , debating how long before they'd need to restock. at least the others had. no one asked her. and while they were busy she-- well , maybe crichton shouldn't have worried so much about rygel.

" oh-- oh yeah. " hopping down , chiana's eyes dart away. any sign of the hynerian. " he , uh , took your stuff. i tried to stop him , but-- don't you worry. i'll make sure it gets back to you." most of it anyway.

[remcmbrances]

@cr1chton said: ❛ How do I look? Do I look alright? ❜

" you look ridiculous, " she replied sharply. her frown had deepened the moment he stepped through the door, clad head to toe in the familiar black and red commando uniform. she told herself her irritation was entirely to do with the way it didn't quite fit around his shoulders, or the way he was so nonchalant about wearing something so prestigious. but, if she were to be honest with herself, her foul mood was more to do with the fact that it hadn't fit her. that crichton was the one who would be leading this little scheme, when she would be far more suitable... but she wasn't ready to admit that just now - any more than she was ready to admit that the human had proven himself... surprisingly capable one more than one occasion. " these are peacekeepers, crichton - you won't fool a single one like that. " impatiently, she crossed to him and began yanking at the cuffs of his jacket, teeth grit in annoyance. but this time it was mixed with something else. something that only seemed to happen when he stood so close. something she pretended not to notice. " if you don't at least pretend to respect the uniform, they'll see through you in a microt, " she snapped.

[thrillorarchived]

continuation from here | @cr1chton

               ❛            chiana , i am up to my ass in what i can only assume is godzilla puke - what part about this foraging mission sounded like a lie to you ?            ❜            putrid smelling & a vile , frothing green , the murk i'd begun to sludge my way through was making my damn eyes water. pilot said they needed some kind of whatchamacallit crystal for zhaan , something that could only be found growing at the bottom of these sulfuric gooey pools , & i'd pulled the short straw when deciding who would scavenge for what. she was lucky my comms were even working , considering i was nearly up to my chest in this stuff. throat bobbing as i forced myself not to gag as i threw my head back , trying to take a deep breath through my teeth. oh , i was so keeping a bucket of this stuff , planning on dumping it in rygel's quarters later.               ❛            look , pip , unless you wanna come down here & get yourself just as dirty as me , talk fast , otherwise i might throw up.            ❜

she's so bored. it's only been , what , an arn since everyone else left for planetside and she was given strict instructions to stay aboard moya. yeah yeah yeah. she gets it , in her way. the last time she ventured off the ship , she didn't exactly make friends. but it's not her fault that planet had been full of sanctimonious fekfaces with sticks up their drannits ! couldn't they go someplace fun for once ? somewhere she could see a little action ? nervous energy shifting hotly through her muscles , she begins to break up the half-eaten food cube in front of her.

the comms is a nice little distraction , especially since crichton can never not answer. the others often ignore her , but not him. the greebo. chiana beams when he answers , right on schedule.

" you know me , i love to get dirty , " her head tilts as she speaks , that familiar glint of mischief. hey , if he's saying she can get the hezmanna off the ship , she's not about to stop him. even if it's for... what did he call it ? bogzill puke ? hoomans are so strange. " we could take turns if you want. "