No more Mister Nice Gaius!

[ Well, it's been a while. But Gaius appears, and he's even... nicely dressed, in a suit he got for Christmas, sans a tie. That he's wearing cologne, too, is entirely ridiculous considering the medium, but at least no on (outside of his own head) can call him on it. He's dragged a comb through usually unruly hair, shaved his face, and he probably looks better than he has in a long time. ]

Hello.

[ There's a flick of a glance away, before he sort of turns bodily as if ignoring something. ]

I see we have a lot of new people since I was last... conscious. My name is Gaius Baltar. And I just wanted to wish everyone a good day, I suppose, seeing as it's been a while. I also wanted to make a public apology to a certain someone.

My communications device was blocked for a long time from receiving this person's transmissions, due to a... well, it was complicated, but I've got a new device from a while back and I thought I ought to let her know.

So, Elizabeth Anderson, or... T-X, if you prefer, my deepest regrets, truly. Perhaps we can make up for lost time, if you... might fancy a stroll on the deck, or...

[ Immediately uncertain, as if all his playa skillz have been wiped clean, and he just kind of smiles and flustered ends the video there. ]

[ Gaius is in his pimp pad slash cabin, all the comforts of his Caprican home despite its demise prior to his arrival. He's more in his element-- adaptation is a wonderful thing-- and surrounded by what can be identified as starcharts, and sheets of paper with diagrams of his own design.

There is also a closed file, quite thick, and a little out of view. ]

It seems I've missed a bit of fun. Sorry, been catching up on some reading.

Going over the last posts, I have to say, I can't fault anyone for the predominant subject matter. It's the most natural thing in the world, and we're hardwired and prog-- [ Gaius pauses, hitching over his turn of phrase, there. Yeesh. ] We're designed to be obsessed over the matter of sex. Built to enjoy it, made to talk about it, and see its possibility in everyone we encounter. Survival, you know -- it's not all blood and guts and natural selection. It can be quite fun, too.

[ Gaius isn't actually affected. He's just joining in. ]

Like I said, I've been reading.

I don't know what it means. These constellations-- they're named after our-- my ancient history. Perhaps it's a tribute. A map. Sorry-- I'm broadcasting this, right. For the uninitiated, I'm a space alien. In a sense.

Maybe we share something after all. Beyond fictions.

[ Locked to Capa. ]

You can have these back now.

[ Locked to Sarah Connor. ]

I've, um--

[ Hesitation, then goes a different direction. ]

Do you reckon you can see if there's any jobs going around for someone like me? There was mention about lab access. I'm assuming you're alright, still, naturally.