A transport pod, somewhere in spaaaaaaaaace

[stykera]

There were no funny hats in space these days. Just a cramped transport pod with a Nebari, a Diagnosan, a Banik and a ... whatever it was Grunschlk was. Luckily, the trip back to the water planet wasn't all that long. It just felt that way.

To keep himself from sliding any further into insanity, Stark had been working on adjusting his comms. He was certain he could manage to make the comms connect to the Fandom alumni network with a little effort. Or, as it turned out, a lot of effort. A transport pod containing a drunk Diagnosan, his handler, and Chiana was not the best work environment for anyone, let alone someone as unstable as Stark so often was. But he was certain he could make it work.

He was certain he had made it work, actually, but he'd been certain of many other successes in the past that hadn't turned out to be successes at all. That hadn't stopped him before, and it didn't stop him now.

So while the pod made a brief stop on a commerce planet and Stark was left blissfully alone for a few microts, he very tentatively tried out his new and theoretically improved comms. Whether he'd be able to make contact with anyone wasn't clear, but he was going to say a hello into the ether and hope for the best.


[Farscape is 10 years old today. Woo! I decided to celebrate I would maybe let Stark actually interact with someone. Crazy, I know. But it just might work. If you've any desire to receive something like a phone call from an emo alien, now would be the time.]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge's phone? Ringing! With a ringtone that... is actually the default ringtone, since he hadn't programmed the number for a certain alien ship into it. Mostly because he didn't *know* the number for that certain alien ship.

"Carson," he says, flipping it open. Then he remembers that oh yeah, *phone* not communicator, so this probably isn't Ranger business. "I mean, um. Hi! It's Bridge."

[stykera]

"It worked again!" Stark was quite pleased with himself. Working once might have been a fluke but it had worked twice, so clearly he'd done things right. "Bridge! It's Stark. Hello."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Stark!" okay, he hadn't been expecting that voice. Well really, he hadn't been expecting *anyone* in particular. "It's Bridge! Hi! I said that already, didn't I?"

[stykera]

"You did say that," Stark confirmed. "Hello. Again. It worked!" This conversation might end up with a lot of repetition.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well at least we know it's working both ways, then?" Bridge says. "Because it'd kind of suck if you called and I could hear you but you couldn't hear me. Because then you'd be left thinking it didn't work when it really did, sort of, because I can hear you. But luckily that's not the case since you can also hear me."

[stykera]

Stark had forgotten how nice it was to talk to someone who also babbled and was grinning widely at the comms, though there was nobody there to see it.

"Yes, yes. We can hear each other and now it's worked twice. I talked to Anders, before you."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I'm glad it wasn't just a one-time fluke then, dude, because now you're talking to me! And it's been, what?" He has to pause and do math here, subtract the time he'd spent in London, account for time-travel... "A year and a half?"

[stykera]

"I don't know how long it was," Stark said. "I lost track." He was going to try to avoid mentioning being kept in a box for an unknown amount of time, since that had upset Anders. "A long time though. Too long."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Bridge agrees. Personally, he thinks a couple of weeks is "too long" but then he's got issues with people falling out of contact. And being kept in a box? Totally upsetting. Bridge was stuck in a barrel one time and that completely sucked and it had only been a few hours! "Does this mean you'll be able to come visit?"

[stykera]

"Visit?" Stark repeated. The thought hadn't ever really crossed his mind. But then he'd been a little busy with the cells and the box and the people turning into piles of wee little crystals and all that. "Am I supposed to?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Well, it's not like Bridge knows how busy Stark's been!

"Well, I mean- yeah? Sort of? Not in the sense that it's like an obligation or anything, but visiting people is a normal thing to do after you've moved away." Not that "normal" and "Stark" are words that are seen together all that often, but. It's the principle of the thing!

[stykera]

"Oh." Yeah, Stark and normal didn't go together all that often. But he was trying! "I could do that. I think. If everything works out here like it's supposed to. I think it will. I hope."