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 labs. capa!

[to_be_caprican]

"Holy frak."

Is a rather understated reaction to what happens next. Sitting at a station in the laboratory, Gaius holds two pieces of his communicator in his hands, and really, taking the thing apart had been the bit of his little project that was to be the easiest part. But rather than see the innards of the device as expected, a skittering of hard candy spilling across the work bench followed, multicoloured and resembling, well, M&Ms. The casing is otherwise empty of anything, Gaius sitting frozen in some disbelief before setting the pieces back down.

Where no one else but Gaius can hear, there's delighted, feminine laughter, husky and genuinely amused. "I'm so glad you're enjoying yourself," Gaius tells thin air just across from him, his brow gone taut as if wrinkled with a drawstring. Tentatively, he starts to gather the little pieces of delicious candy into a pile on the bench, before ducking underneath to find any that's skittered off elsewhere. "You could at least help me look."

Re: the labs. capa!

[ourlastbesthope]

Capa pulled his chair underneath him as he sat at the desk, scribbling a few notes into his notebook. He was completely in his own zone at the moment, forgetting where he was. His mind was filled with math equations and formulas, and his lips moved as the pencil scribbled across the page. He didn't even notice that Gaius spoke until the candy spilled out, a strange sound in the lab. Startled, the physicist blinked, walking over to pluck one of the candies from the table.

He missed the first statement, but as he added the candy he had to the pile Gaius made, he frowned. "What exactly do you want me to help you do?"

[to_be_caprican]

Thump.

Remembrance of company as well as said company right there has Gaius jumping and head knocking against the underside of his work station, having expected the dulcet tones of the Cylon and getting instead, well. Capa. The impact is light, but enough for some of the little pebbles of hard sugar and chocolate to vibrate at the tremor, and a muffled ow following.

"Sorry?"

Appearing at the other edge of the table, Gaius blinks uncomprehending at the other man, as if unsure of what was heard and what was-- not.

[ourlastbesthope]

"Were you talking to me?" He tilted his head to the side and pushed his hair back from his face. Hm. He tied it back idly and knelt down in front of him. "You said something about helping you."

Capa reached up to stop the candies from falling to the floor. "What happened anyway?"

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.

late, late night at the cafeteria. open!

[to_be_caprican]

With his communicator-- roughly-- in working order, Gaius is typing in a message, that generally frazzled look he sometimes has evident in his own sleeplessness, like someone who just arose from a bad dream.

"I'm aware of that," he's murmuring, putting the device away again. "But don't mind me if I just need a break, now and then, from your constant frakking--"

Hrk.

His head snaps back as if pulled by something invisible, casually distributing him off his seat which goes skittering out from beneath him, and he lands with an almighty crash on the cafeteria floor. There's a shocked and rather annoyed sound of injured pride over body, letting out a shaky breath as he starts, slowly, to get all his limbs in order to get back up.

Oh good. Sarah looks like shit, too. Hi Gaius.

[terminatefate]

"Jesus fucking Christ, Gaius." She'd been mid-carrying her coffee around the corner when she'd caught sight of him go down. That meant she'd dropped her coffee in some bizarre hope of...intervening.

Which, yeah, didn't happen.

She did, however offer him a hand up. One hand. Because the other was red and stinging from the coffee she'd managed to dump. There was always more coffee.

[to_be_caprican]

He goes very still at that familiar voice, foregoing attempts to get up to instead twist enough to see. Ah, wonderful. He glances at her hand before he grips it, his palm cool and damp to touch, getting to his feet with the help of both Sarah and the table edge. A pause, before Gaius sets the chair to rights as well.

New bruises twinge musically, pulling a grimace at his mouth.

"Evening."

[terminatefate]

"What the hell is going on, Gaius?"

Because crashing to the floor wasn't her idea of awesome and falling off chairs wasn't normal. Nor was the fact that he looked like shit--which was pretty much the pot calling the fucking kettle black. Her eyes searched his face before she gently made sure he wasn't bleeding. Because her inmate bleeding was not on her list of shit to deal with this late.

Her expression said she wasn't going to drop the issue they'd both been avoiding. If he was getting hurt? Hell no.

whenever and wherever.

[to_be_caprican]

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