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tobecaprican) wrote2011-10-18 01:56 pm
tobecaprican) wrote2011-10-18 01:56 pm
the last voyages // 5. video. no filter (t-x is included due to filter-fail).
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?
A horse tranquiliser, maybe. An emergency stiff drink. Graduation, perhaps. I'll not be venturing out for anything frakking less, alright?
...thank you.
[ OOC: No, weird and distressing dreams (more than the usual kind) aren't an October symptom. Yet, anyway. But Baltar is making Assumptions that could stand correction. Tag-back also might be a bit later on but will get to them. ]
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?
A horse tranquiliser, maybe. An emergency stiff drink. Graduation, perhaps. I'll not be venturing out for anything frakking less, alright?
...thank you.
[ OOC: No, weird and distressing dreams (more than the usual kind) aren't an October symptom. Yet, anyway. But Baltar is making Assumptions that could stand correction. Tag-back also might be a bit later on but will get to them. ]
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It's not just a nightmare. It's too real and, well. It isn't frightening. It just makes me question whether I'm even asleep. It isn't normal.
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Well.
It's always here, in this cabin. Or I suppose, where I used to live, either one. There's this woman I knew back on Caprica, and she's a part of the reason I'm even here. Before I died, I found out she wasn't exactly who I thought she was. And now I dream of her, and she speaks like she knows about the Barge. About what I did to get here. And of course she thinks it's all well and good, and like it was any of my doing--
[ But he stops, there. The details don't matter. ]
So I figure the Barge is trying to get into our heads, or something, I suppose.
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I just sort of figured it must be the Barge. It's new for me, you understand. And there's first for everything. These waves start somewhere, and all that.
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Good, then. It certainly is new enough, I've never dreamed like this before. Happy to...
...forewarn.
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How many times has this dream happened, by the way? And do you remember all of it when you wake up?
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And yeah. I remember everything, like it happened in real life. I suppose that's a little like, what do they call it, lucid dreaming.
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[ Almost unusually clear cut and decisive about that response, when he can usually be waffly. A beat, then; ]
No, I would characterise her as being quite unpredictable. Sometimes nice and familiar, and other times-- jealous, even, or angry. Mocking. We have arguments, we...
This all sounds a bit crazy. I had best not be the only one. Not that I wish it on others [ yadda yadda ], but you know.
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I don't have a good answer for you. Not yet.
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That's alright. A doctor from the infirmary, she's giving me something for tonight, anyway. Sometime after I've enjoyed a twelve hour coma, I was going to ask you what Earth physicists think about time travel.
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Catch up with you after blessed oblivion, then.
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