the last voyages // 5. video. no filter (t-x is included due to filter-fail).

[tobecaprican]

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. ]

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[Private]

[tobecaprican]

[ Starts to argue, a couple of times, but ultimately gives up. Scrubs his face with both hands before he asks; ]

In my file.

You'll know about the Cylon woman, obviously. It's her.

Re: [Private]

[terminatefate]

I remember. What about her specifically?

[Private]

[tobecaprican]

We have conversations. [ ...amongst other things. ] Sometimes they're not terrible, sometimes they're exceptionally unpleasant. They feel so frakking real, otherwise I'd ignore it - real enough that it's like I've not gotten any sleep at all.

...she doesn't like you much.

Re: [Private]

[terminatefate]

That's hardly surprising. I'm not a huge fan of robots bent on genocide. I can imagine that they wouldn't really be too pleased with me, either.

Do the dreams only happen at night?

[Private]

[tobecaprican]

When I sleep.

[ Which. Isn't always necessarily at night. His routine is a little frakked up. ] So, more or less. Someone else's been getting them too-- strange dreams, I mean-- but--

No one else. So. [ Sound effects of lighting up a cig go here. ]

Re: [Private]

[terminatefate]

Any chance you and that woman of yours are [there's a pause and a gesture he can't see] connected somehow? I don't know--if they don't feel like dreams then maybe they aren't. Or maybe they're memories? Fuck if I know. I'd suggest talking with a shrink, except shrinks can be fucking assholes. Not on my list of people to chat with.

[Private]

[tobecaprican]

[ Occam's Razor - maybe they're not dreams. Gaius sits puzzled over this before talk of hypothetical shrinks gets his attention again. ]

No, I'd sooner ask for a real doctor.

She and I died together, although I don't-- she said something about uploading somewhere. [ Pause. ] Good thing the infirmary's prescribing me some sort of sleeping tonic for the night or I might never see sleep again, you know.

Re: [Private]

[terminatefate]

[Flick.]

I know what you mean.

[Her voice is muffled by a cigarette. Flick.]

Let me know if it gets worse. I don't know what the fuck to tell you, except that if you start to do shit you aren't in control of, you need to either let me know or get your ass to me. Shit can get better if you're in company...sometimes.

[Fucking finally. The cigarette lights and she takes a drag. Carefully.]

Just. Be careful.

[Private]

[tobecaprican]

Hopefully it's nothing that frakking dire, and it'll fade off when all this mess is cleaned up, or something.

I'll let you know.

Re: [Private]

[terminatefate]

You better, Gaius.

Or we will have words.