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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.

[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 )

[Open Spam for Infirmary]

[Some people dream in comas, but not Felix Gaeta; he's never been blessed or cursed with visions like some people he knows, and he winds up having the best sleep he's had in years, even in his black-market-morpha days. It's the waking up that's difficult.

He's expecting a very different ceiling when he opens his eyes, and when he registers the infirmary lights he goes from groggy to very awake in about one millisecond, sitting up with a strangled sound. The last thing he remembers is peacefully falling asleep in a bed that wasn't his, but the first thing he thinks now is that something must have happened that he's blocking out, that they must have taken something else. He takes hasty stock and feels the usual little pang on seeing the hollow fall of the sheet below his knee, followed by relief when he realizes it's the only thing missing.

That makes it easier to figure out what did actually happen, too. He looks up and rubs his throat, both because it's dry and because he remembers all too well how he'd greeted Gaius coming out of one of these... then again, he doubts there's anyone here who wants to wring his neck quite that badly.]

( Private to Narvin and Barbara )

( Private to Dean )

( Private to Dean Part Two )

Current Mood: sleepy
Current Location: Infirmary

[Felix is sitting for this one, his lower body hidden, but the sharp-eyed might notice that his crutch is nowhere in sight. His uniform is also gone for good (for now). He's at the long metal table in his barracks, and the surface is absolutely covered with wires, cables, microchips... It looks like he's dismantled an entire fleet's worth of communicators.

He seems a little annoyed about it.]

Does anyone have a spare computer they could lend me? Or even just a motherboard and a serial port connector cable.

( Separately, private messages to Dr. McCoy and Sarah Connor )

[The screen turns on to show Felix, new to the barge and newly free of the breach. He's standing in the middle of a metal room, the walls honeycombed with bunk beds -- industrial in appearance, but spaced with a certain military precision.

As with the breach, he's missing the lower half of his right leg. But now, he has a clunky-looking metal prosthetic attached, extending down to a black boot, and he leans on a single forearm crutch instead of the awkward things he relied on back in town. He's neat and trimmed and wearing some kind of uniform.

And he looks very, very confused.]

What the frak was that? I thought it was a dream, or maybe even one of those visions everyone keeps having. Some last flash before the end...

...But then, how could I possibly be back on Galactica? There's no way I'm a Cylon, too... if nothing else, I don't think they'd let me resurrect like this. [He taps his crutch against his leg, with a hollow metal sound.]

Current Mood: confused

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