homecoming [for in_the_stream]

Jul 28, 2008 20:07

It's an almost pleasant noise, actually, when Gaius snaps back into existence. It sounds a little like a PINpoint. A wind chime. A clock his parents once owned.

Gaius has doubled over into a ball sometime during the transition. He's out of the grey jumpsuit and back in his usual clothes (white collar shirt, pinstripe pants), clean of all the blood ( Read more... )

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in_the_stream July 29 2008, 02:18:29 UTC
When Gaius finally gets around to looking up, he'll see heavy black boots. Dark pants. A shirt in an inexplicably nauseating shade of red.

There's a Cylon here waiting for him, but it isn't the one Gaius probably wanted/hoped for/expected-- though this one is, ironically, more tangible. And has the same disdain in its eyes, in spades.

"Welcome back to the real world." Oh, Leoben knew there was some reason he needed to be back here, and apparently this is it. He resists the urge to nudge Gaius with the toe of one boot. "Mr. Vice-President, I believe?"

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instrument_of July 29 2008, 02:43:23 UTC
At this stage in his life, Gaius knows Leoben more by his corpse than any of the finer aspects of his personality (or fashion sense). He knows what he is, at least, and he knows that, curled up on the ground in front of him, he feels very, very small.

(The real world? Did he really dream all of that?)

He tries to meet Leoben's eyes, but he's hardly the defiant type, and soon enough he's looking at the ground again. His voice is still raspy from all the screaming. "What do you want from me?"

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in_the_stream July 29 2008, 03:03:23 UTC
Social niceties dictate that Leoben should crouch down. Bring himself down to Gaius's level. Save both their necks from cramp. He thinks he'll stay standing just a moment longer, though, and enjoy the view.

"Who says I want anything from you?" He jams his hands in his pockets and grins cheerfully. "Or are you just in the mood to play martyr today?"

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instrument_of July 29 2008, 03:30:51 UTC
He still hears the whirling gears of the saw echoing in his head. He wonders if this is a near death experience, or if this is death, or if he's really been crazy all along.

"You're here, aren't you? You've been here." He gets to his feet, weaving a little as he finds his balance. "Unless you're expecting me to believe that the Cylons have made it a policy to drop in on members of Colonial government and say hello."

He's speaking like he's inside an office instead of at a field after recently going through a saw. He's trying to be normal, he really is.

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