06th landing . video, spam

[landfall]

[ video ; a few hours before the end of port ; open ]

[ Red eyes and messed-up hair, guess who just woke up. ]

Elena! Where the frak - are you in the city. Are you dead. Don't be dead.

[ added soon after, also open: ]

Dean! What did you do with Elena's pants?

[ spam ; last few hours of port ]

[ Racetrack is buying out every single astrological sign thing from a kitschy little shop. All of it. Pillows. Jewelry. Notebooks. Hairbands.

This is probably near a beach somewhere. ]

[ video ; after port ]

Nothing like seeing a real live planet...

I'm awake, if anyone was worried.

Anyone want to go run a few miles?

Comments

private

[deshabille]

I don't know. I lost track of her. It was [big and overwhelming] chaotic.

private

[landfall]

...you've never been in a city like that before.

private

[deshabille]

. . . No.

Not really an excuse.

private

[landfall]

Let's be honest, leaving you to babysit Elena was asking for it.

private

[deshabille]

That's also not an excuse. Although appreciated. She'd have tried something no matter who was responsible for her.

private

[landfall]

Which is why I've got a keeping-track-of-inmate thing.

private

[deshabille]

Well. Yes.

[She still thinks she should have been able to track her. But she's keeping that to herself. Stupid city.]

You're back now, anyway. So her tantrums are your problem.

You saw the planet. Did you like it?

private

[landfall]

It reminded me of Caprica.

...I don't know, is the answer to that. It was nice. Maybe I would've liked a few more days to decide.

private

[deshabille]

Ports should be longer. This kind, anyway.

Caprica was like that? The same number of people, or more?

private

[landfall]

Well, that was bigger than any of the cities on Caprica. But same sort of... development. A lot looked similar.

private

[deshabille]

I've never seen architecture like that.

[Or anything like that. Being ignorant of situations is very annoying.]

private

[landfall]

Steel and concrete.

private

[deshabille]

Yes. And the height.

[A pause, as though she's evaluating something.]

It was the opposite of what I know, but not bad for all that. And there was a lot of food.

private

[landfall]

That's what I mean - the height. It's from steel and concrete.

private

[deshabille]

We've never needed that much space for people, where I'm from. [Especially not lately.]

Racetrack.

private

[landfall]

[ . . . ]

Mal?

private

[deshabille]

I'm glad you woke up. It's been very quiet around here.

private

[landfall]

The Barge?

Quiet?

You must have some new definition of quiet that has absolutely nothing to do with the normal meaning of the word.

private

[deshabille]

You'd be surprised at the amount of noise you make.

private

[landfall]

Oh, you mean that kind of noise.

private

[deshabille]

I mean all kinds of noise.

private

[landfall]

A guy killed a bunch of people while I was gone! Darts doesn't really compare.

private

[deshabille]

I suppose that's true. New definition it must be, then. That or some strange delusion.

[Well, she tried. Sort of. Poorly. And failed. AH WELL.]

private

[landfall]

Or you just pay way too much attention to me.

private

[deshabille]

I'm not sure I can pay too much attention to you.