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Jaxom doesn't have a clue where he is. All he's been able to get out of the locals is that he's in The Present Place, which is inhabited by The People. He doesn't have a way off planet, there are absolutely no bars, and the indigenous species reproduces by mitosis and appear to be immune to his charms and pheromones. It's so ridiculously unfair.

At least it's a nudist planet. And The People aren't half bad to look at.

So here he is, camped out halfway down a long pier, pondering the theft of the closest (non-alcoholic) beverage he can get his hands on while he waits for Mavek to hit it lucky on Planetary Roulette.

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Jaxom snerks into his hypervodka. "Only if you did the strip show backwards. And then it might get you arrested for deliberately disturbing the peace or something."

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Well, what a disappointment! Still, when in Rome...

At voila! Have a naked Captain John.

He strikes a pose. "I don't look that old now do I?"

Don't be too nasty now, Jax.

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Jaxom looks him up and down in appraisal. "Not bad," he has to admit. "Little saggy 'round the middle, I'm afraid." Poke poke.

Hey, standards tend to slip when you're not employed by the Time Agency anymore. At least, Jaxom assumes he's not, given some of the things Mavek has let slip.

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"Oi!" No poking!

Of course, John would be ticklish, so once he gets over the giggles he endeavours to look serious. "You should be grateful to me! I can get you out of the place," he gives his wrist strap a fond stroke. "But if you'd rather stay here..."

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Jaxom isn't worried though. "You spent who knows how long tracking me down. You brought me free alcohol. You're not just gonna up and leave so soon."

He raises his eyebrows conspiratorially. "Besides, I promised to take you surfing."

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John has to admit defeat...

"Still! You could be nice, won't kill you, you know."

His eyes brighten. "You did indeed! Well c'mon then! Show us your stuff."

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Jaxom shakes his head. "Tide won't be right for another hour, and we've still got hypervodka left. Sit down, put your feet up, enjoy the sunshine!"

Not that he doesn't want to see Mavek faceplant into the waves or anything, mind you.

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The sunshine is indeed very nice! It's a damn shame it's wasted on these decidedly non-sexual beings.

But more drinking to be had! Face planting is sure to occur either way if they keep this up!

"So! What else have you been getting up to since you ditched me." He pouts.

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Wow, bitter much? "I didn't ditch you! ...okay, maybe I did. A little. Give me a break, I didn't know what happened in the last two years and where you stood on... things." He kind of left in a rush, after all.

Anyway. "I haven't been up to anything particularly exciting. Jumping planets every few weeks, jumping timelines, trying to make sure the Agency doesn't notice me, all that fun stuff. I did spend a few days on Caesar's Planet in the Vegas Galaxy, but unfortunately I overshot and ended up there in fifty-six apple two thousand, after gambling was outlawed and the whole planet was repaved into a garden. Nice fruit trees, though. Got a few of their quantum comm numbers."

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He is a bit of a sook, isn't he?

"Well...I didn't know they'd wiped two years! S'not like they advertise that sort of thing. Besides, I was stuck on some rock...something about insubordination, typical Agency crap." Goddesses that planetoid was the boringest place in the world...much worse than this planet - it wasn't even nice to look at!

He's vaguely sympathetic about the Vegas Galaxy. "That's right..worst election result ever."