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tobecaprican) wrote2011-11-18 06:07 pm
tobecaprican) wrote2011-11-18 06:07 pm
last voyages // 11. video. no filter except for t-x.
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. :| ]
[ 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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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. ]
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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
toasterwoman he mistook her for. ]no subject
Sorry.
Of course. It's just that it wasn't anything I did wrong, names aside.
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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?