Jeff, God of Biscuits [Saturday Night]

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John's actually been studying today. He'd left his room briefly to give Aeryn a note but otherwise? He'd been holed up studying and sleeping.

So, he's hungry and he wants pastries. And Jeff's is the best place in town to go get pastries, getting pastries.

[John is here for one specific person and the thread is locked to that person. If you need J, GOB for anything else, feel free!]

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[mindfreller.livejournal.com]

Scorpius was stalking around Fandom, looking for any of a few people. He was flexible.

And here was one of the people he was hoping to run across. "Hello, John," Scorpius said, walking into the bakery.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John startles briefly before looking up and smiling. "Oh, hey. How goes it? Want a pastry?"

[mindfreller.livejournal.com]

"I suppose so," Scorpius said. He picked out something chocolatey. "This looks... interesting. And it goes well, John. The people in this town are pleasant to talk to."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John nods approvingly at Scorpius' selection. "That's good to hear. Fandom's a cool town like that. Very open and honest. I'm glad they're treating you well. Are you staying much longer?"

[mindfreller.livejournal.com]

"Two more days," Scorpius said.

"Would you like to hear more about the John Crichton I knew? The John Crichton you seem destined to become?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Yes," John says immediately. "Very much. I've been thinking about that since yesterday."

[mindfreller.livejournal.com]

"As it turns out, we were rivals to begin with," Scorpius said. "Both looking for the key to wormhole technology. John wanted to use it to return home. I was trying to use it to help my people in a fight against a tyrranical empire. We got into each others' way until we finally had a meeting of the minds."

"Could we step outside? That seems to be a better place for a conversation like this."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Outside? Sure." John pays for his pastries, pays for Scorpius' too and walks outside. "It's a nice night," he says idly.

[mindfreller.livejournal.com]

"It is," Scorpius agreed. He began to walk slowly away from the door. "What do you know of wormholes at this time in your life. Have you studied them at all?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John follows Scorpius. "A little. I did an independent study on wormholes last year for math. Did some research on the dynamics and dimensions a wormhole should be for safe travel."

[mindfreller.livejournal.com]

Scorpius smiled. "You have many more years of studying and analysis ahead of you. But the Crichton I knew eventually arrived at such an understanding of them that he could even predict when they would open. The first time I saw him do that was amazing."

Scorpius tried his pastry. "This is very good."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"So, I'll keep studying them? Wow." John takes a bite of his pastry too and nods. "They make the best stuff. You should pick up a bag before leaving."

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

"Coooooooooooool!"

There was an ear-splitting exclamation of approval as what appeared to be a teenaged blond girl with a terrible fake tan wandered into Jeff's. The pastries, they were all so lovely to behold, and they made him her mouth water.

Of course, biscuits weren't really what 'she' was after, but that was alright, right?

She was more interesting in showing off 'her' lovely skirt. (http://pics.livejournal.com/nanashigriff/pic/000fsrzg) But Jessie didn't need to know that.

There may or may not be random sparkles following James around as he shows off his pretty outfit.

[rocketmaster.livejournal.com]

A second schoolgirl with a bad tan wanders in behind her friend, glaring at "her" as she prances along. She looks at the pastries on display and sighs.

"I don't get it, James. It's like no one here has any Pokemon at all."

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

"There has to be something around here worth taking," James replied as he pondered what a blueberry danish might do to his girlish figure. "Why else would the boss have sent us here?"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Cam-Mollusc was bored. Food-Giver-Two-Legger had been off doing something, so he decided to go exploring.

He merrily rolled his squid-ball into J, GoB.

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

"That's because he needs us in the most important places, doing the really tough jobs," James remarked, then suddenly straightened his posture and bounced from foot to foot. "Oooh, they have butter tarts, Jessie!"

He paused, his gaze shifting from the baked goods to the little rolling ball on the floor.

"And... calamari?"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Cam-Mollusc sploshed happily and rolled up to the new two-legger.

/Play?/

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

James blinked down at the teeny squid and bent over to pick up the ball, inspecting the contents closely.

"It sure is cute, Jessie... can we keep it?"

[rocketmaster.livejournal.com]

Jessie stares closely at the ball and pokes it a couple of times.

"I suppose so. What is it? Some kind of odd looking tentacool?"

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

"It might be... and it even comes in its own nifty little see-through pokeball!" James was smiling a smile so big that it threatened to smear pink lipstick on his ears. "I bet the boss would love to see the little guy!"

[rocketmaster.livejournal.com]

"Hmm, I suppose so." She gets a sudden thought, and her eyes light up with joy. She turns to face her partner. "James, are you pondering what I'm pondering?"

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

"I think so, Jessie, but if the Farfetch'd crossed the road to get to the other side, what do you suppose was on the other side that he found so appealing?"

[rocketmaster.livejournal.com]

Jessie smacks him.

"No you idiot! If we brought the boss back a new Pokemon, imagine how much he'd reward us. Piles of riches! A whole no wardrobe of costumes! No more eating snow and instant noodles for us!"

[rocketmaster.livejournal.com]

She eyes up the chocolate chip muffins. "Sometimes, I get the impression that he might not like us very much. After all, we're almost always broke and he never send us anywhere nice."