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kyouyasangels_inc The sun's shining brightly through the wide windows before him, the sound of rustling bedsheets punctuated by birdsongs from outside.
Or at least that's what he saw with his handy-dandy Cylon-like (hmmmmmm how interesting, indeed...) projection ability. In actuality he was facing a hatch in a drab gray metal beast of a ship. Hardly befitting a scholar of his rank, featured on television shows and respected enough to earn the seat on the returning Raptor from Caprica.
He turns a pen in his hand idly, his other clutching a cigarette between pointer and middle fingers.
"Mmm yes, hello, at last. Just taking a break out of my busy schedule of thinking about myself to finally post a frakking layout on my journal that isn't atrocious. Finally, you're done being useless, mun.
But, then again, if you were entirely useless you wouldn't have brought me here, now would you? Hopefully they won't be as quick to throw you out of an airlock as the President was me that time."
Bitter? Gaius Baltar? Never.
Or at least that's what he saw with his handy-dandy Cylon-like (hmmmmmm how interesting, indeed...) projection ability. In actuality he was facing a hatch in a drab gray metal beast of a ship. Hardly befitting a scholar of his rank, featured on television shows and respected enough to earn the seat on the returning Raptor from Caprica.
He turns a pen in his hand idly, his other clutching a cigarette between pointer and middle fingers.
"Mmm yes, hello, at last. Just taking a break out of my busy schedule of thinking about myself to finally post a frakking layout on my journal that isn't atrocious. Finally, you're done being useless, mun.
But, then again, if you were entirely useless you wouldn't have brought me here, now would you? Hopefully they won't be as quick to throw you out of an airlock as the President was me that time."
Bitter? Gaius Baltar? Never.
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23/1/15 23:20 (UTC)Cue the blank look, one he was exceeding at lately. He'd run so many godsdamned tests lately he was up to his ears (and ass) in test results. Who really needed tests this often, anyway? The frakkers on this ship, apparently. Paranoid much? Gaius had had his fair share of the consequences of intimately knowing Cylons and it isn't that bad. Well, unless you count a total override of the entire Colonial defense mainframe "bad."
But, that was neither here nor there.
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25/1/15 17:24 (UTC)"You've gotta be frakking kidding me. The big doctor scientist is losing it more than I am."
She perches up on a rare empty edge of a desk and picks up a stack of papers, holding them up before letting go. Some fall to the floor in stapled clumps but most of them scatter. She smirks in satisfaction.
"Probably in here. Something about weird blood results Cottle wanted you to check. You sure you don't need another scan there, Doc?"