you're not gonna reach my telephone

[notawastedlife]

It was time, Tony thought, to revisit the idea of long distance communications.

Such as it was. Odd thing, that, a year or more on the island and you started thinking about ten miles as long-distance. A missile that covered ten times that distance was still short-range. A man with one of those could sit on the second island and blow up whatever he

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[rewarded_by_god]

Boredom wasn't an entirely unusual state of being for Gaius Baltar. He found general lab work to be excruciatingly tedious. It boggled the mind to think that he'd actually trudged through his early days in the field, that he'd paid his dues, all the grunt work and the unglamorous drudgery of the field, to get him where he was at the time of Man's destruction.

He wasn't the man he'd been on Caprica, certainly, but he was still Gaius Baltar. He still loved his fumarella cigarellos, one of which he was smoking that very moment, he still had a weakness for statuesque blonds and he still hated being stuck in a lab all day with nothing to do.

He'd gone for a walk. A rather long, leisurely walk, and he was thinking of calling it a day altogether. There certainly wasn't anything pressing that needed his attention, but seeing the man with what looked to be two telephones in his hands, familiar enough that Gaius could call him by name, sparked at least a distant kind of curiosity.

"You know, I hear the reception out here is terrible."

[notawastedlife]

"Yeah, you know how it is on holidays," Tony said, staring at them for another moment and then tucking one in his pocket and beginning to take the other one apart. "Probably have 100 new messages waiting for me, too."

[rewarded_by_god]

"Ah, only a hundred. What a pity," he said his lips curling, watching the man pull apart the little machine with an arched brow.

On a more serious note, he said, "Whatever the interference is, blocking the signal, I've never seen anything like it."

[notawastedlife]

Tony glanced over at him, mentally sizing him up as far as that statement went. Hard to say, really. The island did skew smarter than usual.

"It's an odd one," he agreed. "Radio waves work, so the rest of it should work, they just... don't. So it's smart interference."