last voyages // 11. video. no filter except for t-x.

[to_be_caprican]

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

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SOME DAY, BALTAR... SOME DAY.

[t_x_unit]

xC

[to_be_caprican]

You can't resist un-filtering to sexy blonde robot ladies forever...

[t_x_unit]

[can_has_vodka]

I'll be right there.

I'm not facing this sober.

[to_be_caprican]

By all means. You look like you could use a pick me up.

spamz]

[can_has_vodka]

[Arkady showed up eventually, puffing for air from having to walk the whole way. Her usual cheeriness was utterly gone; eyes dull and downcast, lips trembling. She twitched a little smile of greeting as she approached.]

I hate how we keep meeting under these less-than-ideal circumstances.

[spamz]

[to_be_caprican]

I would argue that most circumstances in which we'll meet at all are less than ideal, and I don't mean that personally. What can I get you?

[ Wiggles his fingers for the bartender to heed them. ]

[Spam]

[empirical_data]

[And next to wherever Gaius ends up sitting, a gentleman in a pinstripe suit sidles right up along side him. He's unusually pale with bright gold eyes, eyes that are a little too smooth looking, as is his flesh.

He seems to wait for attention from the bartender, before tipping his hat to Gaius casually. Sorry for being alongside your personal space bubble, sir.]

[Spam]

[to_be_caprican]

[ Gaius doesn't look up initially - he's still fucking with his Barge-y communicator, flicking through flappyhands network posts with a blithe sort of nihilism. It's switched off and he leans back to tuck the thing into an inner pocket, before noticing the hat tipping. ]

Oh, no, make yourself at [ and he catches that bright, golden gaze, the strange unnaturalness to skin tone, and falters some ] home.

[Spam]

[empirical_data]

Thank you, sir. [There was a slight "Chicago" type lilt to his accent. There was something affected about it.] New around here?

[Spam]

[to_be_caprican]

[ He can pick up on affectation, but not much in the way of context to frame it. Besides, an accent is hardly the weirdest thing. ]

You could say that. It's just a temporary sort of measure, mind you.

[ourlastbesthope]

I'd join you but...[dammit, Rex.]. Have a drink for me.

[to_be_caprican]

What use are you, then?

...alright, I will, but only because you insist.

[ourlastbesthope]

Thanks. I know it's an imposition.

[Pause.]

Be careful.

[to_be_caprican]

So many demands, Robert.

[yeahscience]

[After hovering like a gnat around Mr. White all day, Jesse is looking a little bit exhausted.]

Whatever, yo. I don't get the big deal. Like you said, half of us were freaking dead already anyway, right? Now it's just a matter of like... degrees.

[to_be_caprican]

I wasn't using my pulse for anything other than keeping animated, and that clearly doesn't seem to be an issue.

[ That slight edge of BARELY CALM MANIA edging his voice in irony, but he has his smokes, so that helps. ]

[yeahscience]

...You cool, man? [Yeah, Jesse knows that voice.]

[to_be_caprican]

Oh, you know. Never better. Things will just continue to make no frakking sense, so might as well drink to it.