Let Me Guess

"Yo Chi," John called and walked down the corridor towards her. Chiana halted at the corridor intersection. "Hey Pip. Whazzup?"

Chiana gaped up to the ceiling. "Sikozu?"

"Hey. You just get in from planet side?"

"Nope. Been here. You might know, because you've been around me several times today."

"Right. Good point. Um. You know where -"

"Aeryn that way, Wormhole that way, Scorpius that way," Chiana pointed in the appropriate directions and pressed on her way.

"Dang," John rested his hands on his hips and swore to himself.

"Hardly needed mysterious powers for that one, eh?" Rygel pulled his Thronesled up nearby.

"I know, Buckwheat: I'm a little 'obsessed'?"

"Umm I wouldn't say 'obsessed'," Rygel congenially assured, "Perhaps I would ask, 'Have you considered finding some other interests? Say: anything in the Universe?'"

"Let me guess, Sparky," John waved him off with a hand, "you want to gamble so you can win more stuff."

"If you had something worth winning," Rygel languorously smiled. "Maybe I'd ask if you'd like to go to the frelling planet and experience something new. It's only a remote possibility, of course," Rygel indicated the triviality of the notion with a whisk of the stubby fingers on the hand that he rested by what sufficed for a thumb in a lapel pocket of his robe, "but there just might be something interesting somewhere to observe. Perhaps even contemplate. That is, of course, provided Aeryn isn't there. Or wormholes, or Scorpius, or Scarrans, or pursuing PeaceKeepers, or, mm, shall we say, the usual."

John returned a wry smirk. "Thanks for the field trip idea Fluffy, I'll get busy." John headed back whence he came.

"Not that it's any of my business, of course," Rygel piped up after him, "but would that be busy contemplating Aeryn," he held one hand to his lips and kissed it, "wormholes," he made a weary circular motion with one hand, "or," he leaned forwards in his Thronesled with dramatic dread, "Scorpius?"

John halted, turned and held a wry smirk to Rygel. "I'll find D'Argo."

"Down on the planet, Crichton, like Chiana told you earlier. Twice. At least."

John stopped, rested his hands on his hips almost facing back to Rygel, shook his head and smiled. With a few amused exhales, he smiled at Rygel as he tossed a hand at him and then headed off.

"Fahrbot," Rygel declared, heading along his way, "Absolutely fahrbot."

"What do you guess?" Chiana's voice from around the nearby intersecting corridor nearly surprised Rygel. She leaned out a little. "Aeryn?"

"Aeryn," he agreed. "Of course with Scorpius seemingly minding his affairs and no wormholes in the immediate vicinity, his options were considerably lessened. Let me guess, mm? You were merely determining his future whereabouts for easier, mm communication."

"Well, with ah," Chiana conspicuously failed to appear at ease resting her hands under the back of her belt and shifting her weight, "with his wondering around, half the time, he ah, somebody, somebody should keep an eye on him" she nods affirmatively to her assertion.

"Both eyes on him at all times I presume, hm?" Rygel absently scratched the back of his head, more or less. The next microt he was tumbling head first into the corridor wall. Recovering himself at the last moment, he looked around to find Chiana pushing herself around the intersection John had taken with considerable angst. "Down the next corridor to your left, you frelling-"

Rygel ducked in time to allow the sharp end of her back pouch utility device to embed into the wall just a smidgeon over the level of his head. "-poor girl." Rygel shook his head to himself as he set his Thronesled in motion.

A couple microts later Rygel withdrew the utility from the wall, chuckled to himself, admired his new find a microt and hovered along his way with improved cheer.

~The End~