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[Open spam, backdated (new CR welcome!)]

[Prior to Dean's post, Felix is also looking a little banged up: nothing drastically serious, but there's a bruise coloring his jaw on one side, and the evidence of a split lip at the corner of his mouth. He doesn't seem to notice much, though, and he certainly doesn't seem to care. Now that he's decided to stay on the Barge for the time being, he's pursuing his various projects with much more energy than before. Which means that even when he's eating in the dining hall he's got his nose buried in a book. Even in the pub. Still, while it won't occur to him to seek out company, he doesn't look actively hostile to it.]

Spam for Morgana )

Spam for Babs )

And on a completely different note, private messages for Charles and Zane )
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((Backdated to before Racetrack's disappearance, sometime after this thread.))

[Private to Trip, CC: Dean]

[Honestly, as remarkable as what's happened is, it's almost as remarkable that Felix is the first one to notice. He just really doesn't spend that much time in his own quarters anymore. But he stops by to pick something up, and that's when he notices the changes. Specifically, this one, which is why the camera is currently on what looks like a very standard shower.]

...Trip? [If he sounds completely bewildered, it's only because he is.]

[Friends filter (if you think you're on it, etc. Including you, Morgana.)]

I, um... I graduated today. [He still doesn't really sound like he believes it.] And for those of you who know what I was thinking about why I hadn't, I think I was right, because I'm not really sure what I'm going to do next. But... whatever happens, I wanted to say... thank you. To all of you. You deserve to hear that.

Actually, that's not entirely true. I do know one thing I'm going to do next. [He smiles slightly.] The CES showed me Picon once, just once... I'm going to go to the pub, get a bottle of something, and go sit there until it shows up again. Feel free to join me.

[Private to Racetrack and Claire Bennet, separately]

I'd like to ask you a question.

[Public]

[And this one is from the CES, later, when he seems to have found both his bottle and his world. He's sitting on a long stretch of beach, a low grassy hill rising behind him, the wind and salt in his hair; and even though the sun brings out all his imperfections -- how pale he's become under the olive tones of his skin, the shock of gray hair at his temples, the dark rings under his eyes -- he looks younger and softer than he ever has before. He takes a drink from the bottle and rubs a hand over his mouth.]

Does anyone know... has anyone ever stayed on this ship without becoming a warden?
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[Spam for the Lab]

[It's not unusual for Felix to stay in the lab all night if the wardens let him. He insists that he doesn't need much sleep -- so far, this has actually seemed to prove true -- and he tends to get on tears with things that interest him enough. This particular evening, something on Iris's bioreader has him absorbed, and he just doesn't make it back before it's too late to be worth going anyway. In the wee hours of the morning, he winds up drifting off at his station.

He doesn't wake up when the flood rolls in, but a little while later, a young boy -- 11 or so -- wakes to find himself, not in bed, but surrounded by a veritable sea of shining scientific equipment. His eyes widen.]


Cool!

[Video]

[He found two keys in his pocket and he's not sure which is the right one, but going to this one felt more normal, somehow, so it's Dean's room in the background. Felix settles the camera carefully on the desk, fiddles with it for a second, then settles, sitting conscientiously straight-backed.]

Okay, um... [He hesitates, reaches over to fiddle with the camera again, then nods in satisfaction and sits back again. He smiles, but sort of politely.] Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad. I'm having a good time at camp. [Or... whatever.] I'll be back in a few days. I saw a bioluminescent bacterium and something called a bat flower. [What? It was cool.]

So... have a good weekend, I guess. [His polite surety fades a little. He shrugs awkwardly, then waves again and switches off the feed.]

[Open spam throughout the flood]

[He's heard that this place is a prison, but it's certainly not like any prison he's ever heard of. Not like the ones in the movies, anyway. He'll be busily exploring throughout the flood, poking his nose into just about any place that will let him in, up to and including the infirmary, the CES, the pool... and of course the library.]
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Backdated to the end of the flood, spam for Dean )

[Private to David 8, Aaron Stack, and Aya, later]

[He's calm by now, although he looks a little pale, a little shaken. He's smoking, because he can again, and now he definitely has a reason to.]

Can I ask, did that at least... change anything for you? Is anything different now? [Please, gods, don't let him have gone through this for nothing.]

[Private to Iris, today]

[Things have settled back down, but he still craves his distractions, the freedom from having the free time to dwell on everything that's been happening. What's more, he craves the work. The science. He'd never say that Narvin leaving has left a hole in him, but there's definitely a space he needs to fill.

Still, he wrestles with this call for a while before making it. He doesn't hate Iris, but that doesn't mean he doesn't hate some of the things she chooses to be. Like a force of chaos.]


Hello. [Pause.] I was... wondering if I could talk to you about the lab. With Narvin gone, I mean.
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[Public]

[Felix's video is on, but he's not actually very visible; just the edge of his shoulder at the corner of the screen, moving as he does... something with his communicator. It's stationary on the table in his room, but it jostles very slightly every few seconds as he fiddles with it. Most of the view is of his extremely generic-looking if surprisingly rumpled bed.]

I'm sure I'm just repeating some of the chatter that's already gone out over the warden filter, but... has anyone else noticed that our communicators are starting to pick up radio waves? Has anyone gotten a signal? [He pauses, with another slight twitch of the screen.] And I don't suppose anyone has a spare I could borrow?

[Whatever he's doing, he's too absorbed to switch filters, and this isn't secret enough to make private, so he just continues from there:] Narvin, I'm going to try this out in the CES. I might be able to club together a rudimentary DRADIS, maybe even a motion detector... [He pulls back a little bit now, just enough to get one eye on the screen. He's not smiling any more than usual, but he looks oddly excited.] Dean? I'll see you up there at the usual time. Uh, bring the Colt.

Backdated spam for Racetrack )
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[Private to Dr. Kozak]

Good morning, Doctor. My name is Felix Gaeta. I was wondering if you could tell me anything about working in the lab?

[Private to his tiny people he doesn't hate friends filter: Dean, Rhade, Dracula, Morgana... and, fine, Charles too]

I might as well get this out of the way before anything else... happens. [Like shooting someone.] What do you know about-- [He glances down, apparently at his notes.] --David and Aya? And are there any others on board? [He doesn't feel the need to clarify what kinds of others he means.]

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