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]

[can-has-vodka.livejournal.com]

I'll be right there.

I'm not facing this sober.

[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.]

[ourlastbesthope.livejournal.com]

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

[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.

[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.]

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

I'm all up for getting plastered.

[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

The port could become hostile at any moment. This is not a good time 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. ]

[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?

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.