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Sanctity: Open

Absently, Zhaan dusted the top of the register, then moved around the shop, poking at things here and there. It was busy-work, something to do while her mind plotted.

Turning a stone paperweight around, she started humming.

The song was an old Delvian air, a praise to the Goddess and her benevolence, the music slightly lilting and lovely. ~~The song did not contain linoleum, however.~~

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At Red's advice, Cameron entered the Sanctity. He looked around curiously and then noticed the blue shopkeeper. He blinked, not sure what to think. Clearing his throat, he spoke up. "Yo."

Zhaan turned, surprised to hear a familiar voice. Then she blinked, and blinked again. "Crichton?"

"You know John?" Cameron grinned. "No, sorry. I'm Cameron Mitchell, we just happen to look alike."

"I wonder if he remembers me," she murmured to herself. "Is he... is he well?"

"Why wouldn't he remember you?" Cameron asked confused. "Yeah, he's fine. Not arguing with Aeryn for once so..."

"For the same reason that Aeryn does not." Smiling, recognizing the confusion (and feeling wistful for Crichton when he was innocent), Zhaan tried to explain. "Chiana remembers me. But it appears that Aeryn has not met me, yet."

"Hang on, do you know them or don't you?" Cameron is getting really confused now.

"They haven't met me yet." Deciding to be nice to the poor kid, Zhaan changed the subject, "What precisely were you looking for?"

*Stark was not in any way avoiding this shop. Just because he was standing a good distance away and eyeing at it warily while apparently holding an animated argument with himself didn't mean anything. It certainly didn't have anything to do with being frightened of who or what he might find (or not find) if he went in the door.*

[ooc: You up for a little Banik angsting at you today? I can always send him back to his dorm room to angst alone if you wanna play later.]

*Still thoughtful, after Cameron's visit to the shop, Zhaan wandered around and then headed for the door to get some air. Perhaps she could visit her garden. Stepping out into the street, she smiled and tilted her head back to enjoy the sunlight for a moment.*

[ooc: not at all. Bring on ze angst...]

*Stark watched the door open, watched ~~his favorite sexy blue plant OMG!~~ Zhaan walk out and stared. Chiana hadn't lied then ~~will wonders never cease?~~. She was here, or so it seemed. He took a few steps towards her and stopped.*

Z-Zhaan?

*It's a shock to see him standing there, and she stared for a moment, unable to believe the sight of ~~her favorite one-eyed Banik, with his incredibly lovely voice~~ Stark. Stark, here. Perhaps the Goddess had a sense of humor.*

Hello, Stark.

*He sighed, relieved. If she remembered him, then perhaps it would be alright. As long as it wasn't a trick, or he wasn't imagining things.*

You're here. Really here and you're you? Chiana didn't lie to me? How are you here? How? You...you...you're dead.

[ooc:dammit. I am being dragged out for a couple hours by the family. They are messing with my angst! Heathens.]

*Glad. So very glad he remembered her, because if he'd forgotten her, too, it would have been too much.*

In the end, I'm not entirely sure. There was... a choice. And then I was here. I'm glad to see you.

*Zhaan smiled.*

*He knows he really ought to just be happy she is here, but it doesn't make sense and he's still worried that she's going to vanish again.*

I don't understand. You were gone. You died. I heard you, felt you die. I would know! People don't come back. ~~Unless they are me after getting dispersed. But I'm special, dammit.~~ But you did and you're here.

*He took a step forward, held out a hand and then dropped it.*

Did you know I was here?

*She floundered a little, uncertain how to put into words her certainty that she is alive, and she is herself, and she is the Zhaan he once knew.*

I did die. Stark, I felt myself die, I said goodbye... And then there was... here. Chiana didn't say. I don't know if she even thought of it.

*She looked a little lost, her calm ruffled exterior slipping away and leaving a Delvian who has seen too much and was now being offered something she wanted.*

I'm glad you're here.

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(("bunch up, this is gonna be good." *grins*))

Aeryn walks into the shop, stands at the door, and says, "So when you said you knew me in another life, was that your life or mine?"

((I feel like I'm double teaming you, omg!))

Looking up from the ~~plan for the heist that she's going to do~~ list of inventory, Zhaan half-smiles. "Aeryn Sun. Always impetuous." She sighs, "It was my life. And the future of yours, although I don't think you're the same you that I met in my past."

[*glee* *tries to be as confusing as possible*]

Aeryn nods. "This is the future of my life where I knew Chiana before this, and the Banik, and the four of us and John were all friends, right?'

"Yes." Zhaan sets her pen down, "Unfortunately, given the nature of time, I don't believe that will be you. Or if it is you, something drastic occurs to alter your memories."

Aeryn barely follows that. "So either there's some weird time loop thing happening, or there's a me in a different reality," she says, remembering what Chiana told her yesterday and piecing it together. "If we're not on Earth, why would I know any of you? And why should I believe any of this?"

"Belief is up to you, Aeryn. I can merely provide what slight explanation I have. If I'm to believe what I've been told, this is Earth. And the Aeryn Sun I knew is from a different timeline and universe." Zhaan picks up her pen again, contemplates the list and makes a mark.

This would be easier if Zhaan wasn't so frelling calm about this. Fine. Start small. "Am I still a Peacekeeper where you're from?"