D'Argo was currently sort of tired of sitting in the office doing paperwork, so when the secretary said she was going out to run an errand on the mainland, he quickly volunteered to go instead. Did it occur to him that he might get funny looks out there? Nope. He'd been out there before, after all. Just not in this reality. Details.

He got as far as the causeway...

...and found himself back in the same Eidolon city that still seemed entirely familiar. The fighting was over, and D'Argo had no idea how long it had been since he'd been gone, but if he found his own body here, he quit.

A quick exploration found the place deserted, and for a moment he wondered what he was supposed to do now. He had no idea how to get out of here, he had no weaponry, no way to contact anyone. And he could probably get back to Fandom they way he'd come... But frell that, they'd be fine. He had people to find now.


[And that's it for D'Argo! It's been fun, but I suck. Back to complaining at others to app him.]

D'Argo felt like dren. It was the only way to describe it. He'd forced himself to get out of bed, started shuffling out of the bedroom, promptly stubbed his toe on the doorway and nearly burst into tears. As this was not behavior befitting a Luxan warrior/occasional criminal/mayor, he was never telling anyone about that. And then he wondered why he was so teary over it.

His first stop was the freezer, where he felt an insane sort of disappointment that there was no ice cream. He hadn't had ice cream since he'd been to Earth the first time, and hadn't thought of it in all this time, but now he was really irrationally angry with himself for not remembering to get some before now. Amazing that with his life, this was what sent him into depression.

In the debate between going back to bed for a while and going out to get some "supplies" (aka the aforementioned ice cream), bed won out for now.

The trip had left a lot to be desired. It had started out with D'Argo, Braca, and two Peacekeeper guards he hadn't cared about, and about an hour in D'Argo had been ready to kill them all dead. He sort of got his wish a few days into the trip when an escape plan had wrecked the navigational system and they'd been forced to land, leading to yet another escape plan which had led to one needing to be shot dead, with the other probably being about as good as dead due to the planet's terrain and lifeforms.

So for now, it was D'Argo and Braca, together in the cockpit of the transport, with D'Argo trying to fix the system so they could get off this rock with some idea of where they were going, and Braca being oh so helpful.

[NFB, locked to those who know who they are.]

Here was the thing.

D'Argo didn't mind Fandom. As places went, this one wasn't bad for being stranded on. Even if it meant that occasionally a body part might temporarily turn into a pumpkin. It wasn't the life he'd pick for himself, but he wasn't planning on staying here for long. It was just that he was still here. And he'd lost track of how long he'd been here.

Jamie had told him to just grab a ship out, to any reality, and at the time D'Argo hadn't liked the idea of getting stranded somewhere worse. He'd sort of given up caring. He wanted to get back to his Crichton and Aeryn, his Chiana, his Moya. And Rygel and Noranti would probably still be there, too. At least if it didn't work, then he'd still done something.

He'd seen the ship incoming from his window. And just like that, he made a decision. If it was dumb, well, that was about normal.

( and it goes on like this )

[NFI and NFB plz!]

D'Argo got to work late. He didn't have any explanation, because he'd figured out a while ago that Tino sure didn't care, and it wasn't like GOB was around, so hey. He was late.

D'Argo was back at Caritas on something other than his schedule night, but that was okay with him. He kind of liked this place, even if people stared. He was used to that.

Tonight he was sitting behind the bar, and telling the zombies- from said bar- to play something upbeat. It was Saturday. He knew weekends were for things like getting down. Therefore, upbeat.

So after two years of begging for a D'Argo, I finally had to go ahead and app him myself. See what you people made me do? Tsk. You're going to make me talk to myself, you know.

( the basics on d'argo: the story, appearance, personality and tongue )


Note on his point in canon, because this is kind of important: D'Argo's post-Peacekeeper Wars. He is not the same D'Argo from Aeryn's universe that Jamie's hanging with. This version will know Stark, John, Aeryn and Braca. I'm very very cautious about revealing info about characters' futures they shouldn't know, so if there's anything you do/don't want yours to find out, ping or E-mail me for a heads up.

( more on that point in canon- MAJOR SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4 AND PKW )

And tah dah! *goes to bring him IG now*

"This is... Is this on?... You''re sure? It doesn't look on... You've reached D'Argo. If you want to, uh... This is stupid. You've reached D'A-"

BEEP.