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. :| ]

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[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?

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

[ It takes the woman a second to realise she's being addressed. And the spends the next few seconds following pretending that she still doesn't notice it, and about another three seconds following that to will the drunk into non-existence.

That would be too much to hope for. She lifts her head and turns to look up at where he leans, brows furrowed in confusion. ]

Pardon?

[tobecaprican]

Oh is that the theme for the evening, is it. I don't think I've done anything, even, to displease you. Which is more than generous, by the way.

[ And he looks at her glass, and realises that the bartender, like, gave it to her, and saw her, and then kind of twists a look to squint at the bartender in honest confusion. ]

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

[ She (Six?) stares hard at him. ]

You mean besides swagger on over here like you've got some right to me?

[ She sounds like her (that woman, what was her name?) in tone and delivery, but at the same time, she doesn't sound like her. And the bartender definitely saw her. ]

[tobecaprican]

...I don't swagger.

[ Staring, mystified, before sort of graduating onto the stool next to her with rickety movement and a lot of reliance on the bar. ]

Did you-- are you on the Barge, now?

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

[ Oh my Gods, he's not going away. ]

Am I on the what? Mister, you have got me mistaken for somebody else.

[tobecaprican]

[ Shakes his head, or starts to, but is sort of frozen in place at the horrifying thought that he has a) made a mistake or b) this is a Cylon that lacks any memory of him. Or. What, even.

Dr. Crane, unexpectedly right about the drinking. ]

You know, if this is a sort of trick, I'll have you know that I'm already having a very difficult evening...

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

[ He's caught her. It's a Cylon trick.

Only not. ]

I have no idea what you're talking about. I don't know you. Typically it's customary even among drunks looking to score to introduce yourself first.

[tobecaprican]

[ At a loss; ] Gaius Baltar.

[ Wait. ]

No, I'm not--

[ Pinches the bridge of his nose, and continues, muffled; ] I'm not trying to score, you just look very much like someone I know quite well.

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

[ Well done, Gaius. Well done. ]

Well, Gaius Baltar, I'm Jane Jones.

I remind you of someone you're having trouble with, you mean?

[tobecaprican]

[ Promptly drops his hand to give her a flat look. ] Jane Jones.

[ But no, she's. Being sincere. Or.

Very committed. ]

Yes, I suppose that's true. We didn't part on the best of terms and since then, she's been on my mind.

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

[ Maybe a little bit of both. It's entirely possible that plain Jane Jones isn't her real name, and that she's also not a Cylon. Shocking. ]

I don't think anyone in this place parted on the best of terms with the people important to them in their lives.

[ She raises her drink for another sip. ]

What's her name?

[tobecaprican]

[ Sorry what huh? His eyebrows raise, like he might need that repeated because he doesn't know the answer. And all at once, he goes very still, a twitch of a glance to the shoulder furthest of the bar, shying towards it. ]

I don't recall it. Perhaps she didn't even have [ his fingernails set into the wood of the bar ] a name.

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

[ And not a single point was scored that evening. ]

Everybody has a name. Maybe this is why you two aren't speaking.

[ Now she's just playing devil's advocate. Or absolutely right. Or actually a Cylon and just fucking with him. ]

[tobecaprican]

It's actually quite a bit more complicated than that.

Which.

Isn't actually your concern, because you're not her, so wouldn't have the faintest about what the frak I'm talking about. [ Most of this is muttered, rolling regard up to the ceiling, before twitching head a little as if to evade invisible bug bite, or in this case, secret whispers. ]

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

[ She lifts her brows and leans back. ]

You approached me, pal. If you don't want my opinion on your situation...

[ He should frak off? Maybe she's too polite to say as much. Probably not. She shares that not-nice smile with the toaster woman he mistook her for. ]

[tobecaprican]

[ He did, didn't he? Rapid blinks before he shakes his head. ]

Sorry.

Of course. It's just that it wasn't anything I did wrong, names aside.

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

[ It never is anything Gaius has done wrong, is it? The woman no one can see at his shoulder likely whispers this sentiment in his ear, at any rate. ]

No, I'm sorry. I'm being needlessly acerbic after your little case of mistaken identity.

[ She shakes her head and tips her head up toward the spirits lined up at the back of the bar. ] Had enough, or can I buy you another drink?