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edge_of_forever2012-04-11 10:27 am
nomoremrnicegaius) wrote in edge_of_forever2012-04-11 10:27 am
Blood Work [Open]
Gaius Baltar is standing in the science labs of the third floor of the Prosperina, eye pressed against the eyepiece lens. This felt so familiar to Gaius; in a way, it was almost disconcerting. What was that phrase that Six liked to use? 'All this has happened before, and all this will happen again', was it? It certainly seemed to be the case now. Mostly, anyway. Instead of being surrounded by thousands of blood samples all in need of testing for Cylon pathogens, he was surrounded by four in need of just simple investigation.
One from him, one from Julien, one from someone he hadn't yet had the opportunity to meet, and one from the Commander.
Only one woman aboard the station had deigned to pay a visit to the science labs, and it had to be her of all people. What Gaius wanted was someone young and pretty like the girls he slept with on Caprica. Someone who would think he was all charm and intelligence. Someone who thought he was utterly irresistible.
And the Commander it seemed, had developed an immunity to his charms. In fact, she didn't seem to like him at all. And that alone Gaius couldn't stand; he didn't like the thought of anyone disliking him. Even Shepard.
"Cubit for your thoughts, Gaius." Gaius jerks up quite suddenly to find Six sitting there on the countertop next to him. She's quite lovely, in that red dress that he really loved. The one that seemed to hug every inch of her body, leaving very little to the imagination.
"When did you get here?" he asks her, though it comes out as more of a demand than a question.
"Just a second ago." Six smiles. "Are you going to answer my question?"
Gaius runs a hand over his sweatshirt, smoothing out the wrinkles. He'd feel more comfortable in a suit -- or if that weren't possible, a lab coat would probably do. But unfortunately, the ship had not seen it fit to outfit them appropriately.
Or at least not him. The rest of the space station's denizens could feel just at home in this kind of clothing, for all he knew.
"I was thinking about women," he says, finally. "The only one I've seen since I've cooped myself up in this lab is Shepard and frankly, she left a great deal to be desired." He peers through the eyepiece again and frowns down at a sample of her bloodwork. It sits on a microscope slide, bound to the stage with a set of stage clips.
Six pushes herself out the counter and steps towards him. She leans over him, breasts pressed against his back. Gaius briefly recalls the last time the two of them fooled around in a science lab, and remembers Kara Thrace walking in right in the middle of it.
Any desire he might have felt was killed with that very thought.
"Learn anything new about women by examining their blood?" she asks, her lips so close to his ear that she can feel the warmth of her breath there on his lobe.
"Abnormalities," he answers, somehow managing to squelch his newly-resurrected desire, however barely. "But I've seen a lot of abnormalities from the samples I've taken thusfar. I'll need more samples before I can draw any definitive conclusions."
He's both thankful and remorseful when Six decides to pull away a second later. "Well, then," she says. "I'll leave you to your work."
And in a blink of an eye, Six is gone again, leaving Gaius standing there, wishing very much that he was in some other place -- some private place, rather -- alone and with Six.
One from him, one from Julien, one from someone he hadn't yet had the opportunity to meet, and one from the Commander.
Only one woman aboard the station had deigned to pay a visit to the science labs, and it had to be her of all people. What Gaius wanted was someone young and pretty like the girls he slept with on Caprica. Someone who would think he was all charm and intelligence. Someone who thought he was utterly irresistible.
And the Commander it seemed, had developed an immunity to his charms. In fact, she didn't seem to like him at all. And that alone Gaius couldn't stand; he didn't like the thought of anyone disliking him. Even Shepard.
"Cubit for your thoughts, Gaius." Gaius jerks up quite suddenly to find Six sitting there on the countertop next to him. She's quite lovely, in that red dress that he really loved. The one that seemed to hug every inch of her body, leaving very little to the imagination.
"When did you get here?" he asks her, though it comes out as more of a demand than a question.
"Just a second ago." Six smiles. "Are you going to answer my question?"
Gaius runs a hand over his sweatshirt, smoothing out the wrinkles. He'd feel more comfortable in a suit -- or if that weren't possible, a lab coat would probably do. But unfortunately, the ship had not seen it fit to outfit them appropriately.
Or at least not him. The rest of the space station's denizens could feel just at home in this kind of clothing, for all he knew.
"I was thinking about women," he says, finally. "The only one I've seen since I've cooped myself up in this lab is Shepard and frankly, she left a great deal to be desired." He peers through the eyepiece again and frowns down at a sample of her bloodwork. It sits on a microscope slide, bound to the stage with a set of stage clips.
Six pushes herself out the counter and steps towards him. She leans over him, breasts pressed against his back. Gaius briefly recalls the last time the two of them fooled around in a science lab, and remembers Kara Thrace walking in right in the middle of it.
Any desire he might have felt was killed with that very thought.
"Learn anything new about women by examining their blood?" she asks, her lips so close to his ear that she can feel the warmth of her breath there on his lobe.
"Abnormalities," he answers, somehow managing to squelch his newly-resurrected desire, however barely. "But I've seen a lot of abnormalities from the samples I've taken thusfar. I'll need more samples before I can draw any definitive conclusions."
He's both thankful and remorseful when Six decides to pull away a second later. "Well, then," she says. "I'll leave you to your work."
And in a blink of an eye, Six is gone again, leaving Gaius standing there, wishing very much that he was in some other place -- some private place, rather -- alone and with Six.
no subject
He wonders if any of the so-called powers the women aboard the Prosperina were able to use ever came in handy in bed.
"Gaius!"
But a familiar voice hissing out his name stops him from thinking about it too deeply. Those kind of thoughts were probably better thought elsewhere. Alone in his room, since his chances of finding female companionship with anyone other than Six appeared to be astonishingly low, given the few interactions he's had with the female residents of the Prosperina.
"That's the hypothesis, anyway," he answers with a wave of the arm. "I worked with blood a great deal before I came here. My blood has definitely been altered, and that alteration is present in the blood of every other sample we've investigated."
He folds his arms over his chest. "If you don't mind me prying, what sort of powers do you have? No one has any special powers where I come from, so I honestly find the whole idea fascinating."
no subject
She almost missed Gaius’ question, “I do not mind.” She didn’t have much in the way of powers anyway. “I have a sword and armor which I am usually able to summon at will,” she made a motion with her hand, as if it would work this time. “I also have an affinity to wind,” she didn’t quite know how to explain how she used that magic so she left it at that.
“It is not anything special,” she didn’t have the magic of a mage or anything like that. Her reliance was mainly on her weapon and her scabbard, and without either she felt a little out of sorts. Avalon had been stolen from her once before and it spelled her end, she briefly wondered if that’s what the denizens of this ship desired for all of them.
no subject
He presses his lips together tentatively. "If we do discover anything, I'll be sure to keep in touch. If you change your mind about donating, let me know. I spend a great deal of my time in this lab."
A beat.
"There's not much else to do on this station otherwise," he finishes.
no subject
A nod accompanied his second statement, “Many thanks and I do appreciate your time.” She offered him a small bow before starting for the door, pausing momentarily to add, “I disagree that there is not much else to do on this station. They have adequate practice rooms, a library of books and other occupants to talk to.” The library was of course digital but Arturia din't have a word for that. She cocked her head, giving him a look over her shoulder.
“Perhaps what you meant is there is nothing more to do outside of this lab that interests you.”
She offered him a small smile, “Though, I am quite sure if you could find time away from your research and a way to fix the machine that dispenses food, you would find yourself to be a hero. The damned thing is quite daft when it comes to requests.”