five. [video]
[ Caprica is sitting on the couch in Gaius's living room - her living room, now, more or less, even if she still has difficulty acknowledging it. She's turned one of the table lamps on and tucked herself into the corner of the couch, dressed in a satiny nightgown and a loose robe, legs drawn up under her, a cup of hot tea between her hands. For a little while she seems to be staring off at nothing, unaware that a tendril of the Vine has crept up near her, the mirror unfurling close by; and then she seems to catch the movement out of the corner of her eye, and turns toward it. Her eyes are tired, haunted, despite herself.
She reaches out one hand to the mirror, intending to dismiss it with a gesture. After a moment, however, she lets her hand drop. Caprica pauses a moment, looking rather uncertain, before she speaks. ]
What do you do when you can't sleep?
[ Not that Caprica physically needs to sleep, but the question is pertinent all the same. ]
[ OOC: Almost directly after this. Feel free to try to make her feel better, or just talk to her, whatever. I couldn't not post something. ]
She reaches out one hand to the mirror, intending to dismiss it with a gesture. After a moment, however, she lets her hand drop. Caprica pauses a moment, looking rather uncertain, before she speaks. ]
What do you do when you can't sleep?
[ Not that Caprica physically needs to sleep, but the question is pertinent all the same. ]
[ OOC: Almost directly after this. Feel free to try to make her feel better, or just talk to her, whatever. I couldn't not post something. ]