0.4; video :: midnight

[thesamename.livejournal.com]

[Sleeping isn't really one of Jackie's stronger suits. Hasn't been for six or seven years and she's long since found various ways to keep herself entertained through the worsts parts of the night. And the nights are the worst parts, there's too much silence, too much space to hear her own thoughts and they are terrible tumultuous things.

She's managed to convince herself to stay in bed with Dominique for a few days in a row now, but it's too much. She gets up, wanders the house, but that's lost much of its appeal already. She goes onto the back deck of Gaius Baltar's home, looking out over the lake and the shimmer of the moon on its waters. A sprig of the vine seems to have taken up root back here, but she sees it this time, eyes it coldly before bending down to coax it up the deck railing with light fingers.

She considers the mirror in the darkness,]

What I wouldn't give for a television or a radio right now. I suppose I could make them with the magic dirt, but all I'd get on reception would be some porn and the top ten most nauseating love songs.

[She does a fairly flat and tired sounding imitation of a radio broadcaster, balancing her chin in her hand.]

So, night birds, what are you doing up so late after your bedtime?

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[contemptuous.livejournal.com]

[She's somewhere near the Orchard. It seems to be a favorite spot of hers. Her sword is laying beside her instead of propped behind her, and she is not wearing her heavy armor. She looks bored, but she often does.] There is not much to do. Scout the area, which is an exercise in futility as the barriers prevent any proper exploration. Kill game, which is poor sport. Small talk with humans, whom I have never had much need to interact with.

[thesamename.livejournal.com]

This would be the 'small talk with a human' option.

[contemptuous.livejournal.com]

[There's a flicker of a smile.] That would be correct.

And you, why are you awake at this hour? [She remembers this one from before, with the red strings. She'd said she hadn't slept then either.]

[thesamename.livejournal.com]

One of many humans with the wrong balance of brain chemicals for frequent or restful sleep.

[contemptuous.livejournal.com]

I see. I'm sorry to hear that. [It's said calmly, sincerely. Sleep is a human indulgence, she thinks, and one she misses. She crosses one leg over the over, straightens her shoulders.] Would a...[She frowns, testing the words.] television or radio remedy this issue? [It's said in a way that makes it clear enough that she is unfamiliar with the terms, but she is not particularly willing to ask what they are, either.]

[thesamename.livejournal.com]

No, they wouldn't, but they would give me something to listen to.

[contemptuous.livejournal.com]

[Her eyes are bright in the darkness, too bright, but she closes them after a moment to huff in irritation.]

The lack of stimulation in this place makes one restless. Even when I did not have missions at home, I could find something to do. [She almost wishes for yoma to show up, so she would have proper sport.]

[thesamename.livejournal.com]

Missions to do what.

[contemptuous.livejournal.com]

[Galatea doesn't mind replying. She has nothing to hide here, not really.] Reconnaissance. My primary directive was to capture deserters, as well as observe any unusual incidents amongst my...[she pauses, and with dry amusement:] sisters. Besides that, I was often tasked to kill the stronger monsters throughout my designated territory.

Being without it is surprisingly dull.

[thesamename.livejournal.com]

Monsters. We're generally taught that there's no such thing.

[contemptuous.livejournal.com]

[Ah, and there's another smile.] Then we are either from very different worlds, or you have been woefully misinformed. In my world, monsters are as real as you and I.

[thesamename.livejournal.com]

They've got their place around here too.

[contemptuous.livejournal.com]

True enough. I have a feeling the upstanding citizen who decided to mutilate animals for sport is the least of our worries.

[thesamename.livejournal.com]

Better the cats than us.

[contemptuous.livejournal.com]

Hm.

[After a moment, she turns her head away, focuses on something else in the distance:] If the corpses were any indication, it's only a matter of time.

[thesamename.livejournal.com]