Re-Entry 09: Video/Spam

[itstopped]

((Backdated a couple of days to take place after this.))

[Lab and Engine Room Filters]

[Felix, probably unsurprisingly, hasn't let the incident in the CES deter him much. He's still been at work on time every day, seemingly perfectly composed, as ready as ever to keep the ship running and prepare for the port. The only difference at all is that he doesn't go to the CES anymore.

Today, though, he looks rather distracted.]

I'm sorry for the short notice, but I need the day off today. I can tell you why tomorrow.

[Or show them, he hopes.

He hesitates, then switches to--]

[Private to Barbara]

Did you know there was a healer on board?

[Open Spam]

[The process takes a while, and it hurts more than he expected it would... but then, how do you anticipate something like this? For everything he's seen on the Barge, wonders and horrors alike, and even after seeing Charles healed, he'd never even imagined this would be possible until Merlin mentioned it only a few hours ago. He hasn't even really come to grips with the idea before it's happening, before this beneficent stranger's blood is moving into his veins, and suddenly his right leg feels like it's on fire, and--

--then it's now, and he's walking on two legs for the first time in a year. Slowly, carefully. He's not used to it anymore. He's gotten accustomed to the limp. This feels too light and too heavy at the same time -- more volume, less weight -- and the skin, he has skin again, feels too raw, and nothing feels quite as right as he thought it would. But his ankle bends where it's supposed to, and he can feel it when it does. He can walk. He can run, at least once he gets used to it again.

He ends up literally walking the entirety of the Barge, up one deck and down the next. By the time he gets to Level Eight, it's finally sunk in and he's jogging, just because he can.]

[Friends filter -- if you think you're on it, etc.]

[After that, he's kind of exhausted, but in a good way. He's flushed, smiling, bright-eyed like he hasn't been since the flood where he wasn't even himself.]

Hey. Something happened.

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[deshabille]

[Lucky her: she catches him jogging.]

[And she doesn't know him, but it makes her smile, because she's seen him around and he hasn't looked happy. Admittedly that's probably got a lot to do with the fact that someone important to him (in whatever way) just got mauled to death, but - happiness is where you find it, at home and here.]

[So she directs her smile at him, along with a curious tilt of her head.]

Good day?

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[itstopped]

[It's not an unfair perception: he hasn't been very happy. Not since well before the incident, not since before he was here, and the truth is, he's not going to stay this way for long. He'll even back out eventually.

Right now, though... right now, this place seems pretty great, for a change. He stops to catch his breath, wiping his forehead on his sleeve.] Could be worse.

spam

[deshabille]

[The understatement seems just about right, considering what's happened and what's coming, so she nods approvingly.]

How did you manage that?

[The leg. Because tact, what is it.]

[Private]

[truth_is_cold]

You look like you're having a good day. [He's curious.]

[Private]

[itstopped]

You could say that. [A quick pause, then, almost breathlessly:] Someone -- I don't even know who, it must be someone newer than me -- has the most extraordinary regenerative ability, Gaheris. I asked Merlin for an upgrade and he mentioned them to me, and...

Re: [Private]

[truth_is_cold]

I think I know who... [He seems to remember a quiet conversation before.]

Does it feel like it used to?

[ Video : Filter ]

[surfaceshine]

[Felix is smiling, but the Barge and his life have done something strange to Dean: he hears "something happened" and goes into protective mode.]

Are you okay?

[Private]

[itstopped]

[He recognizes that tone, and in all the confusion lately it gives him, well, confusion, but he's in too good a mood to care. He rolls his eyes fondly, smile widening.]

I'm fine. Better than fine. I-- you have to see for yourself.

[Private]

[surfaceshine]

[It's a response that puts Dean back on his heels a bit, figuratively anyway, and he blinks. Backed off, but still not quite smiling, more perplexed.]

Um. Okay. I can meet you...? [He's clearly in his cabin, for his part, where he's been for the most part since getting out of the infirmary.]

[Private]

[youwillgotohell]

How do you feel?

[Private]

[itstopped]

It worked. I still can't frakking believe it.

[Private]

[youwillgotohell]

And there are no - side effects? No pain?

Private

[fridgetothefire]

I'm perishing of suspense.

[She's happy for you, whatever it is.]

Private

[itstopped]

Just for today, I'm willing to take back a lot of-- at least some of the things I've said about this frakking place.

Private

[fridgetothefire]

[Her grin widens when he catches himself, tones down the effusiveness of his clemency.]

I'll fetch my camera right away.

[Since it's just for today.]

What happened?

[Lab Filter]

[timesbureaucrat]

Very well.

Why all the secrecy until tomorrow?

[Lab Filter]

[itstopped]

I'm sorry, but I really can't explain.

[Because if this fails, he doesn't want anyone to know what it was going to have been.]

[Lab Filter]

[timesbureaucrat]

Now I am curious.

But you'll explain tomorrow?

filter

[landfall]

...what?

filter

[itstopped]

Do you remember what happened to the President? How Baltar cured her? ...you know, the first time.

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[landfall]

How could I forget?

[Spam]

[canfindrope]

[There's a wolf. Running down through the halls. She's quite large. Five feet tall, ten feet long - slowing her pace to keep up with him. She looks... somehow amused.

He's in no danger from Red. She's just having a run of her own. Since the CES has been so dangerous, she's just taking some time in safer territory.]

[Spam]

[itstopped]

[Wolves weren't especially common on Picon, but it's not unfamiliarity that makes him slow, tensing up visibly as he does. After what had happened in the CES, it's going to take him a while to be comfortable with anything canine, most likely.

And this is no ordinary wolf, that much he knows. Dean's been on a strange tear about werewolves lately. Surely this must be...?

He comes to a stop, watching her with narrowed eyes. His voice isn't precisely cold, but it is very wary.] Hello.

Private to Felix

[bodilesswarrior]

[Her gaze is a curious one.] I know of a few. [And then her eyes widen.] What's happened?

Private to Felix

[itstopped]

Nothing. Yet.

Do you mind if I ask why you never...?