She'd been hanging around, waiting for the stupid woman to make her simple coffee. It was taking far to long.
Starbuck leaned back against the counter, hurry up woman! She was about to give the girl a piece of her mind when the door to the closet busted open and someone spilled out of it in an almost comical manner.
Gaeta stumbled out, expressive eyebrows pulling into a look of both shock and something wholly overwhelmed. He still wore the Galactica uniform, of course, dark blue, top buttons half-undone for the sake of comfort. Again, he looked around, eyes widening sharply at the sound of his name. "Wh -- " Though he couldn't settle on which of the five W's to start with.
He recognized Kara when his eyes adjusted to the morning light and couldn't help but think that she looked a little bit different, and that this dream was far more vivid than the ones he normally had. (Instinctively he searched for Cylons -- there were always Cylons in these dreams.)
The confused expression turned to one of distress. If he was dreaming, then he was certainly lucid dreaming. But Felix didn't have lucid dreams, and this one was oddly vivid, which meant --
"What?" It seemed the only thing he was capable of saying at the moment, looking around at the odd looks he was drawing from shop owners and customers alike. "I -- " He turned a darkish shade of red, olive skin not quite conducive to the color. And then her question registered. In all the rush of new colors and places and smells, Felix had forgotten about the horrific mess that had once been his leg. Immediately, and for the moment uncaring of the others that sat in the cafe, Felix bent and touched his left knee, and the calf beneath that. It was still there.
"Yeah." His voice sounded so faint and relieved. "Yeah, I think I do."
He looked up again, finding the sense to move around to the other side of the counter, escaping the barista's irritated glare. "What? What are you talking about? This can't be real, it's -- " -- the morpho. He'd had hallucinations like this before, things that seemed so real they couldn't be. Home. Mom. Dad, even. He'd taken too much last night, hadn't he? Maybe he'd died, or was close enough to death that the world started to seem perfect.
Kara sighed and grabbed one of his hands, "Come on, sit, we've got some talking to do."
They sat in one of the booths along the walls, "Look, lets get the big part done first, you're on Earth. Or at least, people around here say it's Earth."
Felix was dragged along, stupefied by the fact that he walked without so much as a limp, that the air smelled like coffee, and that outside the windows was a lush, greenish world. But still, it didn't seem to help him believe Kara when she spoke.
He raised his eyebrows, somewhat patronizing as they sat. "Earth?" He scoffed quietly. "C'mon, Kara, I'm not an idiot."
"I'm not fraking with you. It's Earth, or at least, they call it Earth. The landmass matches the landmasses we saw on the other Earth. I don't know how, but it is." Kara tried to convey just ho serious she was. This was not something to frak with him about.
Later? Yes, but even she had SOME tact. Not much, but some.
He wore a sour expression, and with good reason. The last time Kara had been certain she knew where Earth was, they'd been sent on a wild chase to nowhere and Felix ended up with a missing leg. "This is ridiculous." He ran a hand through his short curls. He muttered to himself, "A -- a dream. We've all dreamed about finding Earth, I suppose it was only a matter of time before I did."
Starbuck leaned back against the counter, hurry up woman! She was about to give the girl a piece of her mind when the door to the closet busted open and someone spilled out of it in an almost comical manner.
Huh?
"What the frak! Gaeta?"
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Gaeta stumbled out, expressive eyebrows pulling into a look of both shock and something wholly overwhelmed. He still wore the Galactica uniform, of course, dark blue, top buttons half-undone for the sake of comfort. Again, he looked around, eyes widening sharply at the sound of his name. "Wh -- " Though he couldn't settle on which of the five W's to start with.
He recognized Kara when his eyes adjusted to the morning light and couldn't help but think that she looked a little bit different, and that this dream was far more vivid than the ones he normally had. (Instinctively he searched for Cylons -- there were always Cylons in these dreams.)
Finally, he sputtered. "Wh -- What?"
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She looked him up and down, no crutch, either he lost it or... "Gaeta? Do you have two legs?"
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"What?" It seemed the only thing he was capable of saying at the moment, looking around at the odd looks he was drawing from shop owners and customers alike. "I -- " He turned a darkish shade of red, olive skin not quite conducive to the color. And then her question registered. In all the rush of new colors and places and smells, Felix had forgotten about the horrific mess that had once been his leg. Immediately, and for the moment uncaring of the others that sat in the cafe, Felix bent and touched his left knee, and the calf beneath that. It was still there.
"Yeah." His voice sounded so faint and relieved. "Yeah, I think I do."
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This town was crazy, no doubt, but re-growing legs? "Welcome to Aternaville Gaeta, town of the weird."
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"Kara, please, I need to know what's going on."
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They sat in one of the booths along the walls, "Look, lets get the big part done first, you're on Earth. Or at least, people around here say it's Earth."
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He raised his eyebrows, somewhat patronizing as they sat. "Earth?" He scoffed quietly. "C'mon, Kara, I'm not an idiot."
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Later? Yes, but even she had SOME tact. Not much, but some.
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