the last voyages // 2. video. no filter.

[tobecaprican]

[ Somewhat less ruffled than the first time he transmitted a video, but only just, Gaius Baltar sits in view of the camera, nursing a cigarette, and looking faintly disturbed. He is also dressed like a pirate, from the elegant open-throated shirt through to gold-buttoned waistcoat. The bandanna has been left to hang around his neck, and there are a couple of rings on his fingers that are somewhat chunky and antiquated.

They glint a little as he takes another drag from his cigarette. It's a self-medicating technique so he doesn't freak out at people over phones again. He's just spent a few days believing he was a pirate, never you mind. When he poses his question, it's quite measured; ]

Does this happen very often?




OOC: I may still pirate!Baltar backtag a bit, but. \ oAo/

Comments

[tobecaprican]

I don't think bored is the right word for it, really.

Do you not find yourself in need of distraction, occasionally, occupied or otherwise?

[lifeafterhope.livejournal.com]

If I'm occupied with something important, no.

They have a superstition here that saying you're bored invites the Admiral to get creative.

[tobecaprican]

Well, it was your word, love, not mine, but--

If you're listening, you great big elusive motherfrakker-- [ no, not talking to the lady on the other side, sort of raising his voice to the ceiling because they say the Admiral equates to the gods, here, so... ] --I'm the picture of productivity.

Gaius, by the way.

[lifeafterhope.livejournal.com]

Vanessa.

And what do you usually do when you're pretending to be productive, besides asking about fashion?

[tobecaprican]

I'm good at fashion, I'll have you know -- no questions from me, I assure you. [ Small fidgeting adjustment of his waistcoat. ]

And I do a lot of sleeping.

[lifeafterhope.livejournal.com]

...Sleeping looks productive?

You were wearing the bandanna wrong.

[tobecaprican]

I was having a fag, it wouldn't have been practical. Look, it's gone, now, see. And sleeping's healthy.

They like us healthy, there's an infirmary and everything.

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[lifeafterhope.livejournal.com]

You're new here, aren't you.

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[tobecaprican]

[ ... ]

Yes. Why?

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[lifeafterhope.livejournal.com]

One of the doctors, one of the wardens, tried to kill us all and wreck the Barge - and partially succeeded. They cheered her on through it and offered cake and niceties, then welcomed her back with open arms. Don't count on them wanting you healthy when there's one of their kind on the other side.

[pause]

Where are you from?

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[tobecaprican]

I'll--

[ Small waver in his voice gone briefly thicker, before he swallows around it and takes a new breath of cigarette smoke. ]

I'll bear that in mind.

I'm from Caprica, of the Twelve Colonies. I don't expect you to know it, no one else seems to. And you?

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[lifeafterhope.livejournal.com]

Azeroth.

Had you heard of a world called Earth before you came here?

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[tobecaprican]

[ Well, that's new, and its utter foreignness is easier to accept than-- ]

Earth.

[ This again. He taps ash off his cigarette, a mix of nonchalance and irritation. ] Where I'm from, it's a fiction, just-- made up superstition about a Thirteenth Tribe. But I've heard it bandied about as the home place of humankind, here, which is, of course, silly.

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[lifeafterhope.livejournal.com]

Fiction seems to be... mutable, here.

Why would it be silly?

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[tobecaprican]

Because humankind came from Kobol. Everyone knows that. Earth's just a fantasy. But--

No, I know. Things work differently, here.

Mutable.

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[lifeafterhope.livejournal.com]

Their Earths are different, too.

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[tobecaprican]

Not as different as they are from my world.

Or yours, I assume.