Blood Work [Open]

[nomoremrnicegaius]

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.

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[wholeworldoutthere]

Klaus has lived a long and eventful life, but it's the first time he's received an e-mail from a President. He doesn't know the twelves colonies of Kobol, but it doesn't sound as if the man is president of a goodwill association or anything of the like, so he will consider it a first. Of course, he's curious about a President that is also a scientist, and much as he is not about to give anyone his blood (it is too precious, in more than one way, and can be used in entirely too many spells that could affect him), he is even more curious to know what they might have found in it, and whether it might not be possible to counter the effects of whatever they have been injected.

When he walks up to the lab doorway on Level Three, the man inside is just standing there looking somewhat wistful, and Klaus wonders if he might not be the other doctor. The one that is probably not a President. He looks a bit like an idiot right now, after all.

Klaus walks leisurely into the lab, heading towards the man. "Are you one of our new doctors, then?"

[somethingwithsomeslink]

Zoe has never so reluctantly walked someplace before. Well, not since the war, but that doesn't count, not really. She hadn't even responded right away to the message from the doctor, not wanting to entertain the idea of someone having her blood. She got antsy enough when Simon wanted so much as a swab, let alone a blood sample. But the more she thought about it, the more she figured that everyone's just looking for a way out. And who knows what the hell'd been done to them while they were unconscious anyway.

She makes a calculated decision and comes to rest on not telling her husband. Someone having her blood is enough for her to worry about, let alone him when his imagination could get the better of him. And for other, more personal reasons, just in case something really had been done to her. She doesn't want him finding out somehow before she can be the one who tells him.

Making her way to the lab on level three, Zoe takes a deep breath. She hates that she's in these stupid sweats, that she doesn't have her usual part time mercenary outfit of leather and holsters. She doesn't even have so much as a hair tie, so as a result, her wild curls are going in different directions, only a little tame when wet.

Stepping into the door, she clears her throat a little before standing with her arms crossed in front of her. "Doctor Baltar?"

She'd read in his signature tag that he was a President. Not hers. So 'doctor' it is.

[knightexemplar]

Well, now that Arturia had come to learn how to use the communicator she also found she had several unread messages. This one in particular hadn’t been addressed to her directly but it was from someone trying to help fix what was going on and they seemed to know Mister Bashir, who Arturia felt was generally trustworthy from their initial meeting and one of the may have found something useful.

Her shoes clicked softly on the metal floor as she stepped through the door. It opened with a soft metallic ‘woosh’. That was something the woman couldn’t grow accustomed to. Doors opening on their own volition was so foreign and uncomfortable to her.

“Hello?” her accent drew out the ‘o’ on the word. She couldn’t remember than man’s name, the one who had sent out the other message, but names held little meaning for her without a face to attach them to.

She wasn’t planning on giving either of them her blood, unless provided with an excellent reason. The woman had very bad experiences with others taking her blood and she wasn’t totally comfortable with the thought that someone would cut her to take her blood. She knew there was probably a better way to do things like that now but it still made her uncomfortable.

Arturia poked her head around one of the shelves in the lab, seeing the man whom she assumed had sent the message, “Oh, hello.”

[lastchanceforhonor]

Sansa hovered by the door of the lab, her arms hugging herself as she stared at the man - she'd heard someone talking while she'd walked by - there were too many people in the observation room, and her own bedroom felt claustrophobicly empty - but when she'd turned the doorway there'd been nothing there. She didn't know if he could have been talking to one of those holograms, or something else entirely, but she took a deep breath, forcing a small smile. "Excuse me," she said, her voice low and quiet. 'What are you doing?"

She forced herself to put down her arms, her hands first at her sides, then rubbing together, then brushing back a bit of hair that had come loose from her braid, as if she couldn't decide what she was doing with them. Her hesitant steps into the lab were accompanied by widening eyes - she had never seen these sorts of machines, and while she had to force herself not to touch them, her brows furrowed. "Do you - are these yours, m'lord?" Yes, m'lord. She was still Alayne Stone, would remain Alayne Stone until something - someone forced her hand, even though she knew it was chipping away more and more and more.