last voyages // 9. video. no filter except for t-x.

[tobecaprican]

[ Gaius has sort of rolled out of bed and not paid any attention to the network in the past twelve hours so here, have a completely ignorant Colonial transmitting a message across the network and rubbing his eyes sleepily. ]

Right, so, a million network messages have been marked as read. And I'll barricade the door if there's a disaster on.

I was hoping to talk to someone in the labs, if you've any time.

Comments

[with_discipline]

About?

[tobecaprican]

I'm wondering what kind of research goes on. It's an awful lot of resource to have here without purpose.

[with_discipline]

Wardens conduct various projects. I am shifting mine toward a study of the Barge.

[tobecaprican]

Specifically?

And what else is being worked on?

[with_discipline]

I believe Capa is studying dark matter and Narvin is studying chronological effects on the Barge. I will be exploring the outside of the Barge, as we have no clear picture of what the ship looks like. [Or hides. :|]

[tobecaprican]

[ Doubt and reserve goes here, but-- ]

Is there much for Inmates to do that isn't cleaning beakers or carrying someone's books?

[with_discipline]

That would depend on which warden you work with.

[tobecaprican]

That's remarkably unhelpful, you know.

[with_discipline]

Yet it remains the truth.

[tobecaprican]

Yes, but--

[ Stops. Starts again. ]

Of course it does. I lack any credentials on paper, but I mean. I was quite famous, back home, personal friends with the President and that, so if there's anything I could do, where I could be useful, perhaps...

[with_discipline]

Do you have any experience in environmental suits?

[tobecaprican]

I'm afraid not.

[with_discipline]

Then I suggest you discuss opportunities to work in the lab with other wardens conducting experiments. I can teach you the protocols necessary for these suits, but it would be time consuming.

[ourlastbesthope.livejournal.com]

No disaster. Just...be cautious.

And you know I always have time to talk about the lab.

[tobecaprican]

It seems the constant state of things is 'be cautious'.

Do you ever wake up bored?

Not to invite karmic retribution for saying that word. [ A glance upwards, as if this last bit were directed to the Admiral, and the Admiral were located in the proverbial sky. ]

[ourlastbesthope.livejournal.com]

I don't believe in that. But yes. I wake up bored. I try not to stay that way, though.

[tobecaprican]

I do believe in getting frakking scolded for it, and I'm a bit done with that.

I also feel my potential is being wasted in here, to be honest.

[ourlastbesthope.livejournal.com]

Nonsense superstition is really all that is.

And, death does tend to put an end to any potential that you had. So if it's being wasted here, it's better than what it would be doing otherwise.

[tobecaprican]

Good to know, then.

[ Pensive sulkiness for the duration of silent hesitation, then; ] That's drearier than you intended it to sound, you know.

[ourlastbesthope.livejournal.com]

Oh. Hm, yeah, it was. Sorry.

Have you not been able to find something to do?

[tobecaprican]

I haven't made an earnest go of it, in all fairness, but then again I'm somewhat picky about how I wile away my hours. Being a happy little worker bee won't do anything for me.

[ourlastbesthope.livejournal.com]

Happy little worker bee was never my calling either. But I'm sure there's something to do.

[tobecaprican]

I don't suppose there are vacancies in the lab that don't involve fetching the real scientists coffee?

Private

[ourlastbesthope.livejournal.com]

If you want to be in there while I am and work on what you want, within reason, I'll assume responsibility.

Private

[tobecaprican]

Really?

[ Visible perk up. ]

That would be very good of you.

Private

[ourlastbesthope.livejournal.com]

It's not a problem. Just...well, you're not going to try and blow up the ship, are you?

Private

[tobecaprican]

[ Harsh but quiet bark of laughter, which. Dies pretty fast. Because that isn't even funny. ]

No, no. I don't think that would solve anyone's problems. I anticipate tinkering on the computers, mainly, and I don't think the Barge is run on any kind of network outside of communications.

I should let my Warden know, then.

Private

[ourlastbesthope.livejournal.com]

That's fine. [And then a pause. Capa didn't even think about his warden. He tended to forget that his inmate friends even had them.]

Oh, right, yeah. You probably should.

Private

[tobecaprican]

Sarah Connor, is she. She won't have any issue with it.

[ He almost says something like is that awkward,but ultimately decides it doesn't need asking, and talking about inmateness and all that entails is never particularly pleasurable. ]

Cheers, either way.

[merelypowermad.livejournal.com]

< You dare to speak in such a manner to me?! Report your progress on the Anti-Morphing Ray before I lose all patience! >

[tobecaprican]

[ What. Gaius stares. ]

The report--

Anti-M--

I don't, er. [ A hand goes out to ruffle around some loose papers on his table as if it would have anything of the kind on it. ] So sorry, I don't...

...know what you're talking about.

[aviation-safety.livejournal.com]

I've been told I qualify as a disaster!

[tobecaprican]

Then the Barge'll be glad to have you, I'm sure. As far as I know, it's fine at the moment.

[frakkingkara.livejournal.com]

Isn't every day a disaster, Dr. Baltar?

[tobecaprican]

I take your point, but there's the kind of disaster days that'll do you injury and the kind that're just. This.

Have we met?

Forgot to say - Audio

[frakkingkara.livejournal.com]

[Have a loud, raucous laugh.]

Ouch. Gee, Doc, and here I thought I was pretty unforgettable.

Why are you on this frequency anyway? You know some of us actually use the comms to save lives and not to hear ourselves talk, right?

audio!

[tobecaprican]

I happen to take my boredom very seriously, I'll have you know, though I wasn't aware there were different channels. Is there one specifically tailored towards complaining?

[ The network is a bit weird today, Gaius is deciding, and meanwhile checks up on all those marked as reads... ]

audio!

[frakkingkara.livejournal.com]

If I was a betting sort of girl, I'd put money on no one giving a frak about your complaints.

Are you actually in one of the Vipers? Chief is going to have your ass.

audio!

[tobecaprican]

[ Almost drops his communicator, but instead hardens his fingers around it in a tight grip, a startled hitch to his breathing. ]

...Vipe-- no! No, I'm. In the Barge.

You're a Colonial, aren't you?

audio! - if I ever say too much tell me and I will edit!

[frakkingkara.livejournal.com]

The Barge? Is that one of the civilian ships? How's that Cylon Detector coming along? [AKA: Why the hell are you on some random civvie ship, get your ass in the lab.]

Yes, I'm a Colonial. Gods, Baltar, you may be a genius, but you are one screwed up frakhead. You know me.

audio! - no, ilit 8)

[tobecaprican]

Right.

Of course, so sorry, I've just been a bit stressed lately. What with the... Cylon detector and all, and your voice, it didn't immediately--

[ Panic being overridden by a sense of preservation and hunger for knowledge, but only just. Fortunately, his iteration where Kara is from is already a bit of a weirdo? ]

I'm just collecting. Samples.

audio!

[frakkingkara.livejournal.com]

Samples. From some civilian barge. [That she's never even heard of.]

So there are no Cylons on board Galactica?

Or Colonial One?

Or any of the dozens of other ships that actually matter?

audio!

[tobecaprican]

No, we finished those ones.

[ That sounds ridiculous, even to him, and he itches his scalp furiously as he considers his communicator. ]

Alright, I'll admit it, I'm-- sort of taking a break, I suppose. Is what I'm doing. With civilians.

semi-private

[justareverie.livejournal.com]

The lab?

[ Hmmface. He switches to video, filtered. ]

I suppose you've Jesse out and around. Get to talk to him?

private.

[tobecaprican]

The lab, Mr. Locke.

And I have, indeed. Nothing seems particularly out of the ordinary, if that was your next question.