So now that I've kicked off at all, figured I'd throw up a How's My Driving post for any issues, comments, compliments, flames and constructive criticism you may have. Anon_OK and comments are screened.

No need to make a fuss, everyone.

[ The video feed mostly shows the interior of a bar, before it angles back to show Gaius Baltar, who is about as undead as anyone else, and has already figured this out. Celebrations are thusly called for. The hand gripping a cigarette is bejeweled with elaborate rings, the same he'd collected from the Disney port ( Read more... )

I inquired as to a position in the labs to occupy my time. Robert Capa volunteered to supervise.

I assume you're fine with that.

[ Gaius has sort of rolled out of bed and not paid any attention to the network in the past twelve hours so here, have a completely ignorant Colonial transmitting a message across the network and rubbing his eyes sleepily. ]

Right, so, a million network messages have been marked as read. And I'll barricade the door if there's a disaster on ( Read more... )

[ Another video post for the wee hours, a lamp lit and little else, but awake enough to be competent enough to make the video itself without particular impulse. He's just woken. ]

I'm aware this is dreadfully inculpating, but has anyone else of my ilk found that their files on their Wardens has disappeared?

[ filtered to john connor ]You didn't ( Read more... )

[ audio; filtered to jesse ]

I'd really resent having to ask whoever the frak your Warden is about where you've got to, so you'd best actually be missing.

[ ... :c ]

[ video; public ]

[ Here would be a description of how stressed and anxious Gaius looks, but a) when isn't he, and b) so is most of everyone, and c) he didn't even do anything ( Read more... )

[ Whatever one can see of the suite Gaius is in is predictably beautiful, as is the case for many that took advantage of the whole limitless funds thing. He looks like he hasn't sleeping, or has been drinking, or some other combination that makes for a considerably rumpled computer programmer. Anyone who has seen him, and will see him, will note he ( Read more... )

I'm so frakking tired of this.

All of this hideous crashing and banging going on, the temperature fluctuations, the stupid ghosts, and when I finally get to sleep, it's one of those dreams again. What've you lot been doing for them, then? Anyone in the infirmary have anything to help with it ( Read more... )

Some corners of my culture happen to take religion literally.

[ Gaius is using video, and sitting in his cabin. The lights are currently playing up, as they're wont to do, reflecting off all the glass and chrome of his replicated expensive apartment. He has a cigarette, a cup of tea, and little better to do but seek some conversation to defeat ( Read more... )

[ Gaius is in his pimp pad slash cabin, all the comforts of his Caprican home despite its demise prior to his arrival. He's more in his element-- adaptation is a wonderful thing-- and surrounded by what can be identified as starcharts, and sheets of paper with diagrams of his own design ( Read more... )