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Nov. 5th, 2011

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Enduring the Wait [Narrative]

"I can't stand the waiting," Gaius said, fidgeting on the park bench.

Six leaned up against him, her one arm draped around his neck, fingers curling around his longish strands of hair.

"I mean ... what if I'm not elected? What am I supposed to do? What else is there for me? I have no purpose here otherwise. I don't know what to do. I'm glad I'm not on New Caprica. I'm frakkin' smitten not to be on the Galactica or the Cylon baseship. But if I don't find a place for myself here? Then what frakkin' good am I?"

His foot was twitching. He could feel the jittery anxiety travel up from his toes until it reached the tip of his spine and sent a shiver throughout his entire body.

Six just smiled. She was unmoved by his frustration.

"Everything will work out as it is supposed to," she said.

"What does that mean?! I'm sick and tired of your cryptic quotations!"

"You have a path, Gaius. Don't worry. Everything will work out according to God's plan."

Gaius rolled his eyes.

"I'm sick of you and your God and his hypocritical plan."

I wish I could just be a scientist again. Why can't I just be Dr. Baltar again? Why must everything I do relate to some circular rotation of the universe? He was grumbling to himself. In his head. Not so unlike a crazy person. And did Six notice? Well, if she did, she said nothing to indicate that she did. (She did that to protect Gaius from himself.)

She pressed a kiss on his cheek.

"Let's just enjoy the day, Gaius. It's futile worrying about tomorrow. It's not here yet. And you can't change it anyway."

He looked at her with an expression both sad and pathetic.

"All of this has happened before and all of this will happen again?"

Six only smiled. But her silence was more of an answer than words.

Oct. 6th, 2011


[info]i_moderate

Rally For Gaius Baltar For Mayor (open to all)

Welcome to the rally for Gaius Baltar!

There is a stage decorated nicely in the candidate's colors, right in the heart of the Botanical Gardens. There is a table with refreshments for free, and another where you can get signs supporting your candidate to hold, or put on your lawn or in your windows, they even have bumper stickers for your car. There are balloons tied everywhere to draw your attention. There is a podium on the stage where the candidate will stand.

In his speech, the candidate will speak about:

Family values.
Education.
Economics.
His platform.

And he will answer a few questions for you!

Oct. 4th, 2011


[info]i_moderate

Posters seen around The City



Aug. 27th, 2011

[info]i_garden

The local watering hole (Gaius)

Ivy's garden in the park was flourishing, thanks to the protection she had gained for her trees for at least a day or so with that young boy. And of course, thanks to the growing rumors that the gardens were to be avoided. She was being left alone, which should have been enough.

Perhaps some days it was enough to stay in her little oasis in the City. But the air within the City was still too thick with pollution, and she could still sense the dying plants elsewhere amidst the asphalt, cement, and concrete that clogged up too much of what should have been fertile ground.

She needed to think bigger. She needed to bring more over to her cause.

So, with that in mind, Ivy dressed in a little green slip dress, abandoning her leaf leotard for the time being. She was going for normal. At least, normal for the type of woman that might turn heads when visiting the local watering hole.

It would take a lot of work, and she wasn't expecting to accomplish it all in one night, but all the same it was time to get out and meet some new people.

Ivy entered the first bar that she came across, brushing past several of the patrons before settling at the bar. Her eyes scanned the room, though she had a feeling that she wouldn't need to approach her first victim. She would instead wait for the idiots to flock to her.

Aug. 23rd, 2011

[info]i_frak

A Call To Legislature [Open]

She left him.

Doesn't she always?

Well, yes, she did. That was in her nature. Innocuous, taunting, deceitful. Distrusting in all manners of personal consequence. It had something to do with her mission to help him find his true path. But ever since arriving in this new and unfamiliar place, Gaius was beginning to doubt her words. She didn't sound quite as confident as she had when they were aboard the Galactica. It wasn't a note of trepidation in her voice. Nor was it a lingering sense in her quiescence when he tried to inquire more information from her. (She'd always been reluctant to say too much, after all. Like there was some code among imaginary mind dwellers.) He had surpassed his fears of going crazy, however. This was considerably relieving to his consciousness, which had been reeling in the idea that his natural body was in a state of shock somewhere. Perhaps a poor coma victim in the hands of Doc Cottle. (Oh, Gods, I can't imagine anything worse.) Except for maybe being under the care of the Admiral, who would most certainly flush his lifeless body outside of an airlock. And then there was the question of his possible Cylon life. Was he a Cylon? He still had yet to come to a decision in this respect. She had always just given him that omniscient smirk and sauntered off whenever he questioned his humanity (or lack thereof.) And the others around him? Well, the all hoped that he was. And, in a sense, so did he. It would justify his actions.

I destroyed humanity. I wiped out the Twelve Colonies. It's okay because I'm not one of them.
The City needed a man of the future. )

Jun. 26th, 2011

[info]i_frak

Misinterpretations [Fight Club Challenge - Zoe]

"What am I doing here?" Gaius asked as he stared down into the glass of wine he was nurturing at the bar.

Six slipped around from behind, her hips moving in beat to the tavern music. She was wearing the red dress. The dress that made Gaius' head spin and swoon with (heavenly devotion? -- hardly.) She brought herself around his bar stool and leaned towards him, her hands placing themselves on each of his thighs. Long, neatly manicured nails dug into his legs. She had one of those expressions that was -- Gods, God, he didn't care what she was. Human. Cylon. His subconscious. He lusted after her every waking moment of the day. And when he was asleep? When he was asleep he imagined that he was with her even more in his dreams. The two of them together in his house back on Caprica City.

Gaius closed his eyes and when he opened them he was no longer in the bar. Instead, he was on his back porch overlooking the lake that dug deep into the Caprican mountainside. He was lying on a lounge chair and she was atop him, straddling his waist. Her dress was hiked up to her hips, blonde curls falling at the sides of her face. The sun was dipping in the horizon and it created a glow around her. Reds and yellows and oranges. Like one of those impressionist paintings that came out of Picon forty years ago.
Why don't you take your clothes off already? )

Jun. 6th, 2011

[info]i_frak

Two Men, Two Invisible Friends, and Too Many Drinks [Jesse]

Being in a city again was like a dream. No, not exactly like a dream. It was more like a surreal virtual reality. Gaius almost didn't believe it was real. In fact, the jury was still out on whether or not he had finally snapped and lost his mind completely. Actually, were it not for his blonde companion's presence, he would have deemed himself completely certifiable. Of course, there were some who might find his attachment to an invisible woman a mark of madness in and of itself, but Gaius had come to see her as an entirely real entity. He didn't know who she was or what she was or why it was that she felt the need to show herself to him and only him -- but she was real. And even if she wasn't really real, she was real to him. And, in a strange sort of way that made no sense under the Gods or under God, she kept him grounded. Not that he still wasn't off the deep end, because he was, but he could have been much worse.

But many people would say that it was impossible for Gaius Baltar to be much worse. Within the short period of a year he'd gone from scientific savior to the fleet's most hated politician. And now? Now he was a Cylon lover. Which, to most humans, was even worse than being a crooked politician.

But he was only doing what she told him to. And why? Because she had been right in the past. Because she had saved his life on numerous occasions. Because she said that God had a plan for him, and he believed her.

"I see you've found something to entertain yourself with while I've been gone," Six whispered from behind his ear.

Gaius quickly turned about, staring at her with wide, worried, desperate eyes.

"Where have you been?"
God doesn't pity the weak, Gaius. )

Jun. 1st, 2011

[info]i_frak

Rebirth [Willow]


Close your eyes, go to sleep,
Baby's in the cradle counting sheep.
Climb up to your house of dreams,
Baby's in the cradle fast asleep.

"Should I die before I wake..." His voice was raspy, crawling up from the back of his throat.

On his face he wore the expression of a man void of life. Like a prisoner in line for the airlock. Downtrodden. Degraded. Lacking of sentiment. He tore the bedding from the brig's mattress into long strips. The ripping of the fabric echoed against the cold metal walls, but the guard was on the other side of the door, pretending he couldn't hear. Six appeared beside him in her red dress. But Gaius seemed to have no interest in the sultry way in which she sat beside him, with her legs spread just enough to spark curiosity, or in the low cut, bust revealing top that needed little force to break her cleavage free of its thin strapped hold. There was concern on her face.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "Improvising."

"You're doing the right thing, Gaius," she comforted, a delicate hand placed on his bicep to encourage him. Then she drew her fingers through his hair, tucking the longer strands back behind his ear.

"Yes," he replied, almost as if on auto-pilot. He tied the last knot into his handmade noose, stood up, and fastened the rope around one of the crossbeams. Then he slipped the loop around his neck.
It's time to learn the truth. )

[Occurs thirty-three minutes before The Meeting]