last voyages // 8. video. no filter except for t-x.

[tobecaprican]

[ 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 steal away into my cabin and take it, did you?

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[Private as hell.]

[terminatefate]

Gaius.

[There is a long pause.]

There is a machine, in case you haven't forgotten, who would really get her metal rocks off if she got her shiny hands on that file. You better fucking be sure it's disappeared by the Admiral.

And the next time you make a post like that, mind your goddamn filters or I'll tie your balls around your neck.

[Not that she would, but, she sounds like she just might give that a go. Irritated Sarah is irritated--mostly because of the potentiality for someone to slip up and say something in front of the T-X. Which means, he might get a visit from the metal menace. Sarah was thinking of cleaning up Baltar's entrails as she lit up a cigarette and winced.]

I assume you enjoy having your balls where they belong.

[Private as hell.]

[tobecaprican]

That's quite enough about my balls, ta very much.

Look, I had it locked up, and my first assumption was that it went away in the same manner it appeared, but I had to check, and I couldn't think of anyone else in the same boat. The T-X can't see my posts, so really, you and John are making fuss over nothing.

Re: [Private as hell.]

[terminatefate]

People talk, Gaius. People the T-X can kill without a fucking shred of thought because they're inmates.

And say that metal bitch decides to wear their face into your cabin. For a look at your room just in fucking case that file is around. Your balls, Gaius, would be the least of your problems, then.

Your life isn't nothing. And neither is your death, which just might happen if that machine got a hold of you and wanted to interrogate you. Repeatedly. To multiple deaths. Fucking use your head, jackhole.

[God, if she'd been in his cabin, she would have slapped him upside the head.]

[Private as hell.]

[tobecaprican]

[ The irritating thing is that she is absolutely right, but taking responsibility is.

Not Gaius' strong suit.

So he acts like an Inmate for the first time in a little while, a sullen and bleak look off in some other direction before deciding frak it and killing the transmission without response. ]

Re: [Private as hell.]

[terminatefate]

[Sarah scowls at the cut feed and debates staking his place out for the next month. Or two. Maybe he couldn't hear her, but that didn't stop her from grumbling around her cigarette.]

You're welcome, fucker.

[Private as hell.]

[tobecaprican]

[ And so begins sulking and avoidance until she either slaps at him or he gets bored/needs something/gets sick of the public showers again and doesn't want to ask someone else.

Don't you wish you just had a psychopathic murderer like John does? ]

Re: [Private as hell.]

[terminatefate]

[...sometimes. No. Maybe. Mostly not. Sarah might be sulking, too, but it's hard to tell if a sulk is a scowl or not. Gaius, she's watching you.]