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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. ]

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[It's late, but Tifa often kept late nights at home, and she hasn't quite broken the habit. She's stacking glasses in the bar when the Vine shoots up, and turns to acknowledge Caprica.] Reading something dull seems to help. A few pages of an instruction manual, and I'm out like a light.

[She smiles, sympathetically. Tilts her head.] Are you all right?

[ She manages a thin little smile at that. ] You're probably right. I'm sure I could find something like that. [ Gaius's library has its fair share of dry texts, after all. ]

Oh — just a dream. I'll be fine. [ And she will be okay, if not fine, eventually, but right now her expression is not particularly convincing. ]

If you can find motorcycle repair books, that seems to help me the most. [Her smile is warm and a little wistful, but it shifts into a concerned look at the expression on Caprica's face.] A nightmare?

[ Caprica's expression goes a little curious at the warmth in Tifa's smile, but she lets it go a moment later at the question, and nods after a brief pause. ]

Something that happened a long time ago.

[ Only partly true, but it isn't as if she can go into details. She shifts a little on the couch, stretching her legs out, and takes a slow sip of her tea. ]

Talking to yourself?

[ Caprica had barely been paying attention, and so she hadn't exactly noticed Jackie sitting at the table. She's a little startled by the voice from the other side of the house, and glances up, as if seeing the other woman for the first time.

Eventually, she moves her hand to dismiss the Vine, uncurls from the corner of the couch and stands up, bringing her teacup with her to sit down with Jackie at the table. ]

Apparently the Vine decided it wanted me to talk.

[ It always does seem to appear at the least convenient times, as if it has some perverse sense of humor. Caprica has never had any trouble thinking of it as a sentient thing, but then, she is used to sentient ships in her own world. ]

Hm.

It does that. I imagine it's part of the Queen's regiment in encouraging lesbianism to blossom in all of us.

It gets in back there, maybe some rat traps will do the trick.

Rat traps.

[ She makes a soft sound that could almost be a dry laugh, but doesn't quite make it there. Caprica seems... distant, in a way she hasn't been with Jackie before. ]

I'm sure it would just come back.

[ It's not an idea she would seriously entertain, either, and Jackie probably knows that. Caprica takes a slow sip of her tea, and is quiet, eyes on the clear glass of the tabletop. ]

You're up late.

[ Caprica doesn't answer her right away, just drinking her tea slowly. Her chest hurts, and she doesn't know whether that's just tension or some kind of psychosomatic reaction left over from the dream; either way, the hot beverage eases it somewhat. ]

Bad dreams.

[ She doesn't elaborate. She isn't really sure Jackie would want her to. ]

I'm sure you'll be fine.

[ Caprica knows Jackie well enough by now to recognize that that is her attempting to be helpful, in a backhanded kind of way. She lets out a quiet breath, settles back in the chair. ]

I'm sure.

[ It's not that she really sounds unconvinced. Caprica will be all right eventually. But the impact of the dream cannot be that easily dismissed, and that is obvious from the haunted look in her eyes. ]

I suppose it gives you a little extra time to plan your outfit for the dance.

[ Caprica would like to be touched; physical contact, no matter how fleeting, is a reassurance for her. But she doesn't truly expect Jackie to do that for her by this point. She manages a thin little smile, and swallows a little more of her tea. ]

I'd rather be able to sleep.

[ It's not that she needs to, but it is a routine for her, and even Cylons are susceptible to the discomfort of having a routine disrupted. ]

Preaching to the choir.

[She doesn't need to sleep, though she can put herself in a sleeplike state, and she can relate to Caprica's question. Since she arrived here, the nights have been long.]

I think of my friends. I remember them.

[She's lucky, in a way, to have a few of them with her. Their memories. She can replay them at any time, and even though there is sadness there, they are not gone.]

Back home, I'd talk, if someone else was awake. Or I'd read. Or just sit and listen.

Your friends.

[ Caprica tries a small smile, and it probably reads a little false — certainly it's not as genuine as it could be, but it's also meant to encourage Epsilon to talk about her friends. Right now Caprica is not really in much of a mood to talk about herself. ]

[She returns Caprica's smile, gently. Talking can help, and she's happy to provide conversation.

The people she thinks of as her friends now--not all of them would have returned the sentiment, but that's all right. She cares for them anyway.]

I used to spend most of my time with my family. I think of them, too.

You could say I was an unpopular person in my world, but I did have some friends. I keep their memories with me.

[Sabrina's lying in a comfortable part of the garden, she'd rather sleep out in the open than take someone's charity. After all, it isn't as if she hadn't spent years in a much more hostile environment

Still. Doesn't mean that she feels like letting everyone know where she sleeps.]

I hypnotize myself, or get one of my pokemon to do it. I prefer to do it myself, however.

One of your what?

[ Her voice isn't abrupt, but there is genuine confusion. Caprica has no idea what a 'Pokemon' is. ]

Ah, I keep forgetting. How careless.

[She sounds more bored than ashamed, though.]

Pokemon. Pocket monsters. Consider them to be animals of immense power and you're on the right track. It's a tad difficult to explain to someone who hasn't grown up with the concept.

I see.

[ She... doesn't, really, but that's a feeling she's gotten used to in the Gardens. Animals in her world are just animals, nothing more. ]

Are they... pets?

[ 'Animals of immense power' don't sound like things you would keep as pets, but she doesn't have a better word. ]

Make dolls.

[A short, but easy enough question to answer.]

Dolls?

[ She tries a small smile. ]

What kind of dolls?

People dolls. I aim to make them as close to life as I can.

[ At first, there are some grumbles and grunts and a couple whinning "get off me", but eventually the vine pulls back from Sasha's leg and the scrawny woman looks up to the video. At first, she recognizes the place, sort of. She has good memory, and what can be seen outside the window is sort of familiar - she had a cup of coffee with Jackie there. And then she sort of recognizes Caprica. Brief encounter upon her arrival. Yeah, that's the one.

Sasha winces and seems to avoid looking at the mirror, but she does answer - almost as if out of obligation, as if Caprica told her to answer, contrary to doing it on her own. ]

N-Nothing. [ A beat. She fidgets and scratches her wrists in that compulsive manner of hers. ] I just, don't... sleep. I, I guess I smoke. Hum. Yeah. [ Another pause. ] Sometimes I drink. Huh, it makes you pass out.

Count sheep. ( That was flat, but not being able to sleep is something she's familiar with. Insomnia and exhaustion make for a happy combination. ) Apparently there's more kinda than any other domestic animal-- just think of one you like.

( Flippancy done with, she draws her knees up and rests her chin on them. ) Why can't you sleep?

A hot bath and some herbal tea works wonders for my sleepless nights.

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