last voyages // 11. video. no filter except for t-x.

[tobecaprican]

No need to make a fuss, everyone.

[ The video feed mostly shows the interior of a bar, before it angles back to show Gaius Baltar, who is about as undead as anyone else, and has already figured this out. Celebrations are thusly called for. The hand gripping a cigarette is bejeweled with elaborate rings, the same he'd collected from the Disney port - currency is required, after all. Smoke rises for the ceiling around him from when he'd taken an inhale offscreen. ]

We were all dead anyway, weren't we? Except for some've the Wardens, of course. Better luck next time.

[ Gaius, losing it a little?

That would never happen. ]

If anyone wants to find out if we can still get plastered, you're welcome to join me. Considering the amount of bars about the place, one can only assume there's still a market for it. Unless you're off on your little quests, then I suppose I'll see you in the real afterlife, eventually.

[ And cut. ]




[ OOC: Open to network and spam both! Threadjacking and time-waved new threads are both splendid. He'll be here all night. :| ]

Comments

SOME DAY, BALTAR... SOME DAY.

[i_like_your]

xC

[tobecaprican]

You can't resist un-filtering to sexy blonde robot ladies forever...

[i_like_your]

[can-has-vodka.livejournal.com]

I'll be right there.

I'm not facing this sober.

[tobecaprican]

By all means. You look like you could use a pick me up.

spamz]

[can-has-vodka.livejournal.com]

[Arkady showed up eventually, puffing for air from having to walk the whole way. Her usual cheeriness was utterly gone; eyes dull and downcast, lips trembling. She twitched a little smile of greeting as she approached.]

I hate how we keep meeting under these less-than-ideal circumstances.

[Spam]

[empirical_data]

[And next to wherever Gaius ends up sitting, a gentleman in a pinstripe suit sidles right up along side him. He's unusually pale with bright gold eyes, eyes that are a little too smooth looking, as is his flesh.

He seems to wait for attention from the bartender, before tipping his hat to Gaius casually. Sorry for being alongside your personal space bubble, sir.]

[Spam]

[tobecaprican]

[ Gaius doesn't look up initially - he's still fucking with his Barge-y communicator, flicking through flappyhands network posts with a blithe sort of nihilism. It's switched off and he leans back to tuck the thing into an inner pocket, before noticing the hat tipping. ]

Oh, no, make yourself at [ and he catches that bright, golden gaze, the strange unnaturalness to skin tone, and falters some ] home.

[Spam]

[empirical_data]

Thank you, sir. [There was a slight "Chicago" type lilt to his accent. There was something affected about it.] New around here?

[ourlastbesthope.livejournal.com]

I'd join you but...[dammit, Rex.]. Have a drink for me.

[tobecaprican]

What use are you, then?

...alright, I will, but only because you insist.

[yeahscience.livejournal.com]

[After hovering like a gnat around Mr. White all day, Jesse is looking a little bit exhausted.]

Whatever, yo. I don't get the big deal. Like you said, half of us were freaking dead already anyway, right? Now it's just a matter of like... degrees.

[tobecaprican]

I wasn't using my pulse for anything other than keeping animated, and that clearly doesn't seem to be an issue.

[ That slight edge of BARELY CALM MANIA edging his voice in irony, but he has his smokes, so that helps. ]

[frompurelogic.livejournal.com]

I fail to see how imbibing alcohol is a constructive activity regardless of whether or not we are 'dead anyway' as you put it. [Which Spock doesn't believe for a moment.]

[tobecaprican]

Then yes, I believe that's your failure instead of mine. [ Raises a beer bottle, little shake. ] I can see how imbibing alcohol is perfectly constructive, so maybe you just lack the imagination.

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

I'm all up for getting plastered.

[tobecaprican]

Hooray!

[ Gaius is clearly onto a head start. ]

I'm finding it's still possible, is the good news, which I don't think is biologically reasonable; but what is, anymore?

[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

The port could become hostile at any moment. This is not a good time to get drunk.

[tobecaprican]

I think that makes it quite a good reason to get drunk.

[the-hard-6ix.livejournal.com]

[ A good reason to drink has walked into the bar, all platinum blonde curls and faraway looks. She doesn't take a seat next to Gaius, but she does settle on a stool just down the way from him. There's no sign that she recognises him, but she doesn't seem to be focused in his direction either.

She orders something that arrives in a martini glass, brought to red painted lips to immediately sip at bright green liquor. ]

[tobecaprican]

[ He's been getting on in his evening, reeking by now of smoke and seeing the world a bit blurry, but he's always been surprisingly good at handling his liquor when it comes to higher functions. He's currently watering himself down with a long glass of aforementioned water by the time that all-too-familiar silhouette is appearing in the bar.

After some few moments of completely obvious staring, Gaius gets up from his seat and wanders closer, hand on the edge of the bar to guide himself. ]

Enjoying yourself?

[darknessb4me]

[If he was in person he'd be grabbing Gaius by the lapels.]

If you find an alcohol that works on the undead you have to tell me. Understand?

[tobecaprican]

Well...

Unless I'm enjoying psychosomatic inebriation, most of all these substances seem to be working.

So late, I sorry. :c | [Actually, video]

[terminatefate]

Hope you can actually get wasted. [The communicator swings a bit as she walks.] Yeah. Have one for me.

[Her expression is completely detached.]

I'm gonna go do shit. Try to stay in one piece.

video. (ilu!)

[tobecaprican]

I'm having success thus far.

[ Clearly, casting a crooked smile. It dims a little in the probability she won't be doing so herself. ]

It's not the better of ports, is it.