a day in the life. sort of.

[to_be_caprican]

Who: Gaius Baltar et Toi
Where: Around and about, but specifically: the labs (closedish), the library, cafeteria (late at night), and then wherever your heart desires.
When: Probably spread out over more than just a day. Hazy vagueness go.
Warnings: Will update but probably nada

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the library. open!

[to_be_caprican]

All of the books have corners.

No, this isn't actually remarkable to Gaius or anything -- to be honest, he'd barely even noticed that the books were shaped just a little differently than what he was used to, although now as he goes about opening this one, he skims his thumb over the pointed edge in bemusement before settling about his reading. He's standing in one of the library aisles rather than settled at a table, more inclined to skim chapters and be choosier about what he takes back to his cabin. This one is Earth theory on faster than light travel and technology. It's a little bit hilarious.

Except he stops reading, at one point, the book growing lax in his hands and head tipping back as if in response to-- something. His shoulderblades come to connect against the shelving just behind him to lean, unfocused as if lost in thought.

Like you didn't know I'd attack this post

[yeahscience]

Jesse's still making a bold effort to try and learn what the fuck he's actually doing every day in the lab, despite the fact that the last three books -- supposedly, the elementary shit -- have been like total gibberish to him. He's prowling the shelves now, trying to see if he can pull up, like, Time Travel for Dummies, or maybe The Children's Guide to Space or something, when he all but bumps into Gaius.

"Hey, man," he mutters, distracted, not really looking at him. Distracted by the search, he crouches down nearby, peering at a row of titles. Seriously, what the fuck are chronon particles and why does anyone need 101 things to do with them?

I could only hope. \ oAo/

[to_be_caprican]

The book slaps closed unnecessarily hard, Gaius' hands open like starfish on either side - it is because he almost drops the thing and this is his twitch to make sure it does not, which winds up being probably more conspicuous than if he'd just. Let it fall.

"Hello," he says, after a silent beat, slowly relaxing his grip on the text. A slight twist around to see if they are otherwise alone in the aisle, which. As far as Jesse can tell, they are.

[yeahscience]

He's all busy with science and shit, so he maybe doesn't totally notice that Gaius is being weird. Of course, half the times they've hung out, Gaius has been drunk or high, so maybe that's just par for the course with him. But at the slap of the book cover, Jesse glances back over his shoulder, raising a brow.

"...How's it going?" he adds, after a moment of silence, because Gaius is looking kind of... twitchy. Like he has something he wants to say, or do, or... Look, something's going on. Jesse's got an eye for this stuff.

[to_be_caprican]

Twitchy is a good word for it. Unsettled.

"Fine, thanks. I was just. Finishing this." Turning, Gaius slips the book back into its place on the shelf, those chancing glances subsiding when it's clear there's nothing further to look for, or, in this case, he's found it. Whether he wants to say or do something is up for debate; he has nothing, by the time his attention is actually on Jesse.

Posture vaguely uncomfortable, a hand kind of fluttering up as if to dismiss something invisible before dropping to his side again, Gaius forces out, "Bit of light reading, then?"

[yeahscience]

Okay, something's definitely going on. Jesse turns around fully to look at him, looking him over. The distraction, the unsettled look on his face, the paranoid eye flicking thing, the twitchy hands... It all adds up to something. And for Jesse, who comes from a very different world, from a very particular set of circumstances, it adds up to one thing in particular.

"Uh, physics, so not really," he replies, going to stand next to Gaius. Glancing around, himself, he lowers his voice to a murmur, leaning in close. "Hey-- you been enjoying that stuff I gave you?" He eyes Gaius narrowly, a hand coming up to scratch at his cheek, rub at his jaw -- a tic that had slackened off about... oh, a month or so ago.

[to_be_caprican]

[ Sorry about the delay, I lost track of TLV for a bit there. 8| ]

"Sorry?"

Baltar's posture straightens, like he might edge back from Pinkman when the younger man steps up closer, mutters that quietly and all clandestine, which doesn't do much for his nerves - not when he's already handling whispers. He doesn't, though-- edge back, that is-- some invisible force crowded at his other side fairly preventing him, and he squeezes his eyes shut briefly. "No, that would--"

He cuts himself off, almost decisively, glances back at Jesse, a little more level. "Yes, you know, I am. Things've been-- you know, the usual, and now I'm-- am I? Acting a little strange?"