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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[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?