Felix Gaeta

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[The communicator switches on to an extreme close-up of a brown eye, narrowed in confusion. After a second, it pulls back to show Felix's face, then even farther back as he holds it out at arm's length. He appears to be wearing... chainmail? It must be, because he's got a sword in the other hand.

He smiles suddenly.]

My, but this is a marvelous work of magic! What do you call this device?

[Spam for Dean]

[Something propelled him to cabin 4-18, but now that he's here, he can't imagine what. A quest? Some item? He's rummaging through the oddly cold box by the bed when he hears the door open. He turns, raising his sword.]

Who goes there?

[Spam for the CES]

[After some further cursory exploration, Sir Felix the Very Affected has decided to set up camp -- literally -- in the CES. He didn't find much of interest in the room, but he did find ale and a great deal of what looks like useless paper to use for tinder and kindling. He sits comfortably by his crackling fire, warming his hands.]

( 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.

[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.]