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.

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[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?

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[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.

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[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.

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[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?

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[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.