Culture Shock, Chapter 7: Visual Arts (Gaeta and Hoshi) (7/12)
Series Title: Culture Shock
Chapter Title: Visual Arts (Gaeta and Hoshi), 7/12
( Chapter 1) ( Chapter 2) ( Chapter 3) ( Chapter 4) ( Chapter 5) ( Chapter 6)
Author:kappamaki33
Rating: PG-13 (for language--and not just "frak")
Characters: Ensemble
Summary: Crack. Starbuck's magic Viper needle leads the Fleet to modern-day Earth. And the Colonials thought learning to live with the Cylons was hard...
Notes: Much thanks to trovia for the artwork! (Daggit!!) This may be my favorite chapter. Because the reference is a little obscure for anyone who hasn't seen the original BSG (I only ran across it by clicking the wrong page on the BSG wiki), here's a bad pic of the uniforms the boys are talking about; for a good view, watch snippets from first ten minutes of "Murder on the Rising Star" on Hulu. Some familiarity with the original 1970s BSG series is necessary to catch a few of the jokes in the series, though you definitely don't have to know it well--I've never actually seen a whole episode myself. Special thanks to safenthecity for letting me steal her brilliant Cylon paternity episode of Maury for Chapters 2 and 12. (Original is here.)
Chapter 7: Visual Arts (Gaeta and Hoshi)
In another part of town, Felix Gaeta and Louis Hoshi were having a slightly less dramatic identity crisis of their own.
“I can’t reach the popcorn,” Louis said as he lay on one end of the couch with the seatback reclined and the footrest up.
“Huh? Oh, here,” said Felix as he passed the bowl over his head, reluctant to move from his very comfortable television-viewing position lying lengthwise on the couch and using Louis’s stomach as a pillow. “I can’t believe it. We’re really not in it. It's called Battlestar Galactica, and yet we're not in it. Boxey’s in it, and we’re not.”
“Who’s Boxey?” Louis asked through a mouthful of popcorn.
“My point exactly.”
“Well we don’t have to watch this DVD anymore,” said Louis. “We could-oh, ‘By your command!’ Drink!” Louis handed Felix his beer, grabbed his own, and both took a drink as men in impossibly shiny robot suits shuffled across the television screen. “As I was saying, we could switch…” Felix grumbled when Louis shifted his position in order to pick up another DVD box off the floor. The GEECs had supplied them with quite a collection, in the interest of helping ease the transition to Earth culture, of course. “I know I’m in this one. It says so in the blurb on the box, see?”
Felix took the box that Louis was dangling over his head. “Hmm, Enterprise…” He took a few moments to read. “Hah. Sorry, Louis, but apparently they made you into a Japanese woman. That’s Hoshi Sato in the picture, see?” Louis groaned and set the box aside. “What? I didn’t hear you complaining when you saw they changed Starbuck and Boomer into men on this show.” Felix winked at him.
The men in robot suits tromped across the screen again to receive further instructions from a shadowy figure. Felix and Louis recited “By your command” in unison with one of the robots and then tipped back their bottles again.
“Maybe we should feel lucky not to be included in this…this,” said Louis. “Though I do like their Tigh better than ours. He’s less-”
“Infuriating? Drunk? Cylon?” Felix offered. Then Felix pointed emphatically at the screen. “Look! There’s a doggit!”
“Daggit,” Louis corrected.
“Doggit, daggit, frak it-it’s two drinks.” They drank again.
By the time they got back to half-way paying attention, the white-haired man playing Adama was making an impassioned speech. “Well, they got the Admiral pretty accurate,” said Felix.
“Yeah, they did a decent job with both Adamas, really,” said Louis. “Though, and maybe it’s just me, or maybe it’s the drinking game, but doesn’t Apollo…look familiar to you, too?”
Felix stared intently at the screen as the Apollo with fabulous hair had a heart-to-heart with his father. “Whoa. Now that’s creepy.”
They lay in silence for quite some time, staring blankly at the dogfight footage that they’d seen repeated in the last three episodes.
“Why are we even doing this?” Louis finally asked.
Felix looked up at him, disappointed. “Hey, we both decided that we deserved to take a few weeks off before even thinking about reenlisting or finding new jobs. I thought you were enjoying our sleep, sex, and sci-fi holiday, even if the Earth TV shows about space are pretty horrible so far.”
Louis chuckled. “I am. Especially the first two parts.” He ruffled Felix’s curls and gave him a wicked grin. “I meant why are we putting ourselves through this show in particular, now that we know that its portrayal of Tigh is completely inaccurate insofar as this one’s sober and that it lacks the two people at the heart of the CIC? The GEECs gave us so many sci-fi shows to watch…”
Felix smirked. “You know why.”
Louis nodded. “Because they might play what they call Triad in their underwear again.”
“Sam’s trying to get together a Pyramid league here. If he had the players wear those uniforms…well, they’d be guaranteed an audience, at least. Ooh, he said ‘felgercarb’! How many drinks did we say that one was?”
Louis sighed. “Yep, definitely a blessing we weren’t included in this show. Bottoms up!”
On to Chapter 8: Inter-Cultural Relations (Baltar)...
Chapter Title: Visual Arts (Gaeta and Hoshi), 7/12
( Chapter 1) ( Chapter 2) ( Chapter 3) ( Chapter 4) ( Chapter 5) ( Chapter 6)
Author:kappamaki33
Rating: PG-13 (for language--and not just "frak")
Characters: Ensemble
Summary: Crack. Starbuck's magic Viper needle leads the Fleet to modern-day Earth. And the Colonials thought learning to live with the Cylons was hard...
Notes: Much thanks to trovia for the artwork! (Daggit!!) This may be my favorite chapter. Because the reference is a little obscure for anyone who hasn't seen the original BSG (I only ran across it by clicking the wrong page on the BSG wiki), here's a bad pic of the uniforms the boys are talking about; for a good view, watch snippets from first ten minutes of "Murder on the Rising Star" on Hulu. Some familiarity with the original 1970s BSG series is necessary to catch a few of the jokes in the series, though you definitely don't have to know it well--I've never actually seen a whole episode myself. Special thanks to safenthecity for letting me steal her brilliant Cylon paternity episode of Maury for Chapters 2 and 12. (Original is here.)
Chapter 7: Visual Arts (Gaeta and Hoshi)
In another part of town, Felix Gaeta and Louis Hoshi were having a slightly less dramatic identity crisis of their own.
“I can’t reach the popcorn,” Louis said as he lay on one end of the couch with the seatback reclined and the footrest up.
“Huh? Oh, here,” said Felix as he passed the bowl over his head, reluctant to move from his very comfortable television-viewing position lying lengthwise on the couch and using Louis’s stomach as a pillow. “I can’t believe it. We’re really not in it. It's called Battlestar Galactica, and yet we're not in it. Boxey’s in it, and we’re not.”
“Who’s Boxey?” Louis asked through a mouthful of popcorn.
“My point exactly.”
“Well we don’t have to watch this DVD anymore,” said Louis. “We could-oh, ‘By your command!’ Drink!” Louis handed Felix his beer, grabbed his own, and both took a drink as men in impossibly shiny robot suits shuffled across the television screen. “As I was saying, we could switch…” Felix grumbled when Louis shifted his position in order to pick up another DVD box off the floor. The GEECs had supplied them with quite a collection, in the interest of helping ease the transition to Earth culture, of course. “I know I’m in this one. It says so in the blurb on the box, see?”
Felix took the box that Louis was dangling over his head. “Hmm, Enterprise…” He took a few moments to read. “Hah. Sorry, Louis, but apparently they made you into a Japanese woman. That’s Hoshi Sato in the picture, see?” Louis groaned and set the box aside. “What? I didn’t hear you complaining when you saw they changed Starbuck and Boomer into men on this show.” Felix winked at him.
The men in robot suits tromped across the screen again to receive further instructions from a shadowy figure. Felix and Louis recited “By your command” in unison with one of the robots and then tipped back their bottles again.
“Maybe we should feel lucky not to be included in this…this,” said Louis. “Though I do like their Tigh better than ours. He’s less-”
“Infuriating? Drunk? Cylon?” Felix offered. Then Felix pointed emphatically at the screen. “Look! There’s a doggit!”
“Daggit,” Louis corrected.
“Doggit, daggit, frak it-it’s two drinks.” They drank again.
By the time they got back to half-way paying attention, the white-haired man playing Adama was making an impassioned speech. “Well, they got the Admiral pretty accurate,” said Felix.
“Yeah, they did a decent job with both Adamas, really,” said Louis. “Though, and maybe it’s just me, or maybe it’s the drinking game, but doesn’t Apollo…look familiar to you, too?”
Felix stared intently at the screen as the Apollo with fabulous hair had a heart-to-heart with his father. “Whoa. Now that’s creepy.”
They lay in silence for quite some time, staring blankly at the dogfight footage that they’d seen repeated in the last three episodes.
“Why are we even doing this?” Louis finally asked.
Felix looked up at him, disappointed. “Hey, we both decided that we deserved to take a few weeks off before even thinking about reenlisting or finding new jobs. I thought you were enjoying our sleep, sex, and sci-fi holiday, even if the Earth TV shows about space are pretty horrible so far.”
Louis chuckled. “I am. Especially the first two parts.” He ruffled Felix’s curls and gave him a wicked grin. “I meant why are we putting ourselves through this show in particular, now that we know that its portrayal of Tigh is completely inaccurate insofar as this one’s sober and that it lacks the two people at the heart of the CIC? The GEECs gave us so many sci-fi shows to watch…”
Felix smirked. “You know why.”
Louis nodded. “Because they might play what they call Triad in their underwear again.”
“Sam’s trying to get together a Pyramid league here. If he had the players wear those uniforms…well, they’d be guaranteed an audience, at least. Ooh, he said ‘felgercarb’! How many drinks did we say that one was?”
Louis sighed. “Yep, definitely a blessing we weren’t included in this show. Bottoms up!”
On to Chapter 8: Inter-Cultural Relations (Baltar)...