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The Perk, Thursday evening

D'Argo was contemplating a coffee. This was good for no one involved. ...Which was mainly him, right.

This town was quiet, but that wasn't a bad thing. No one from any government was keeping a close eye on him that he knew of, and that was a definite plus. He still wanted to get back, but until he found a way, this wasn't bad for a little break.

And it gave him a chance to do things he hadn't been able to do when he was on Earth before. Like try real coffee. Crichton had gone on about it, and there had been some at the house, but after seeing D'Argo's reaction to that sludge he'd advised him not to drink coffee made by anyone who'd never seen a coffee maker before, and called it rule of the universe number 18 or something inane like that.

D'Argo lifted the paper cup to take a sip, and upon first try almost spit it out, making a hissing noise as he did so. Then, considering the taste, decided it wasn't too horrible, and tried it again.

[Open like an open thing.]

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Adam was in need of some caffeine. Especially since he was playing on staying up and out way past curfew again. He didn't want to accidentally fall asleep, which was why he was currently at the Perk.

He made his way over to place his order, which was going to be in the largest size he could get.

If Adam looked over, he might have noticed a large alien burning his tongue.

Adam did happen to look over and had to do a double take, to make sure he was actually seeing what was there.

Granted, he'd seen his fair share of monsters and aliens, but it was still a bit of a surprise to see someone who was clearly not human drinking coffee.

Not wanting to seem rude, Adam managed a small smile and waved slightly. Ooh! His order was up! And it was a pretty big coffee at that.

"It's hot," D'Argo grumbled from his table, glaring at the cup like it was at fault.

"Are you okay?" Adam asked, concerned. "I know I've burnt my tongue a couple of times before with this stuff."

"It's still there," said D'Argo, who might have looked a little conscious of his tongue at the moment as he fact-checked that little detail. "I think I'll live."

"I'm glad to hear that," Adam smiled. "It would be bad and a bit weird if it happened not to be there," he chuckled.

Then again, this was Fandom and anything was possible.

At that, D'Argo stuck out his tongue, patting it with a gloved hand. "That's not a threat, is it?" he asked.

He was joking. He was pretty sure he could take the kid.

"What? Oh no, not at all," Adam shook his head, not having meant for it to sound like one. "It's just that weird things happen here in Fandom and that could happen one day. This place is a bit strange."

D'Argo considered this. "You have no idea how used to strange I am. This should work out just fine."

For now. He had his limits.

"Same here," Adam admitted, smiling slightly. "I'm Adam Park," he offered his hand to D'Argo.

"D'Argo," he said, and put his hand out like he'd been taught. "What do you do here, Adam?"

"It's nice to meet you D'Argo," Adam smiled, shaking his hand. "I'm a student at the highschool, I'll be starting my junior year in the fall."

"Aaaand what's that?" Not so much with being up on the American high school system.

"Oh, that's the third year. After that there's one more year, senior year and then we graduate from highschool," Adam explained.

Stan wandered in to get some coffee-based nutrition. And to see if there was any pie. Or cheesecake.

And there was a rather large rather burly gentleman(?) that did not seem to be familiar to the poor wee doc.

At this point, D'Argo was trying to get the lid off his cup to see what was underneath.

"Um. Hello? Are you a student here?" Maybe that interim principal has transformed one of the students?

D'Argo, in all his considerable size and thirty plus cycles asked, "...Do I look like a student?"

"I have no idea what you look like, if you have been spelled, or even if you are a mature or juvenile...whatever you are," he said. "Doctor Stanley Keyworth," he said by way of introduction.

Stark,~~unwilling to pass up this opportunity~~ had decided that maybe going out in public wasn't going to kill him. He could always flee back to the dorms if necessary. And one of those frozen coffee things sounded good right about now.

Of course, once he got inside the Perk thoughts of coffee were abandoned in favor of just staring. And perhaps staring a little more.

D'Argo looked up and spotted him, standing quickly. "Stark?"

For all D'Argo knew, this was supposed to be one of the days he was pissed off at Stark for something. But right now, he was a familiar face and that was good enough.

Stark wasn't quite finished staring, but he did manage a nod while continuing to stare.

"Of course I'm Stark," he said finally. "Are you really you?" That was a totally valid question in Fandom.

"Of course I'm me. Who did you think- Don't answer that," D'Argo said, realizing that was a stupid question to finish. "Where's everyone else? Are they here?"

"Which you are you then?" Stark asked. "Are you the same you I know or a different you that a different me knows? And there's noone else here. They were here. Some of them. Sort of. But they're all gone now."

Stark was now trying very, very hard not to fall into a fit of emo again.

"'Which you are you?' I'm me," said D'Argo, thinking oh-so logically. "I was told Crichton was here but he graduated but the clothes are better than they were last time he- Nevermind, you weren't around for that. I have no idea what the frell is going on here."

Stark nodded. "There was a Crichton here, but he wasn't the same Crichton...or the twin, except they were the same weren't they? And there was Aeryn who wasn't the same Aeryn either. And Chiana, for a little while, but I think she was the same one. At least she knew me from before so she might have been the same. So you could be a different you than the you that I know. And I could be a different me."

D'Argo was barely following that. He would have been barely following that even if it wasn't Stark explaining it. "...Chiana was here?"

Way to focus, D'Argo.

"I mean... So you're not you."

[Dammit Gmail.]

Sometimes Stark couldn't follow his own train of thought, so D'Argo was probably doomed from the start.

"I'm still me, I just might be a different me." He paused, trying to think how to explain that. Being in Fandom so long had made these things seem normal even when he knew they weren't.

"The last time I saw you, or whichever you it was I saw, was right before Talyn left Moya. After Crichton got twinned. Then I left Talyn and then I was here."

After a pause, he added, "yes, Chiana was here. And so was...nevermind. Time for that later."

"That happened a while ago," D'Argo said. That felt like a very long time ago, actually. "So you missed out on the old woman. Congratulations. You know, I would appreciate if someone I knew was actually someone I knew and knew how to get back." It made sense to him.

"Sorry." Being apologetic sometimes helped D'Argo's temper, so Stark thought he'd give it a try.

"How long of a while? And what old woman? And you want to go back? I don't want to go back."

"About a cycle? I kind of left at a bad time," he said. Two days and he'd been dealing with the situation, but he was worried. "And you don't want to hear about her. Trust me. All you're missing is nonsense and bad smells."

"I've been here about two cycles," Stark said. "Not that that means anything anywhere else, I think, since I was 3 years, cycles, from now not that long ago. How bad of a time?" He was probably better off not knowing but he had to ask. The apparently smelly old woman subject, however, he was happy to abandon for now.

"Peacekeepers, Scarrans, it's a big party," he said, waving a hand. "I think we're blowing things up with more regularity if that says anything." And almost as if it was a cheerful pat of his own back, added, "I think we're getting better at it."

"More regularity," Stark repeated. "That's...impressive? Might not be the right word but it will work for now. What have you been blowing up? Or should I not ask?"

"You'd probably be happier not knowing," D'Argo said slowly.

And added, "It was Crichton's fault anyway."

That answer made him want to know more, of course. But he could let it go for now. Probably.

"It was always Crichton's fault, wasn't it?"

"Well, he's really good at attracting the attention of every single person we'd normally want to avoid, yes..."

Stark nodded. "It is a talent of his. Not that we helped, really."

Very true. But it made a lot of sense at the time. "I told him not to be an idiot many times," he said, figuring that was the same thing.

[Crashing soon!]

"Has that ever worked on him?" Has telling Stark to stop being a spaz ever worked? Of course not.

"It's good to see you again, D'Argo. To see anyone familiar."

[K. I should too.]

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