Sooo...Meet-y

[cityship]

The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their number. After the recent revelation, many of them were even more eager to see people they knew from home.

Brainiac 5 and Sensor were set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicoms and comm rings.

There's a lot to tell the new people. It's going to be a lot to take in.

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[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

"You're broadcasting high-frequency static, either from your person or something you have with you," She replied, businesslike and still much-annoyed, though significantly less baleful. Her hand was like a vice— it would be staying where it was, thank you. Military cyborgs were not to be trifled with, "I'm asking you to stop, you're interfering with radio communications."

[toaster-lover.livejournal.com]

Gaius' eyes were waffle-sized as he took in what she was telling him.

It couldn't be true. There was a room full of people, crammed together. She must be misreading something. Her disturbingly iron-tight grip on his shoulder, however, told him that this would be a bad response.

"I promise you that I'm not broadcasting anything on purpose... perhaps it's some equipment or..." But he knew there was nothing on his person, except perhaps the same equipment they'd handed to everyone else at the door, that could be doing something like this.

"I... I have no idea," he finally said, and to his supreme frustration, Six began circling around behind the woman, grinning as if this were all extremely fun.

"She's got your number, Gaius," Six said. "But if you're broadcasting something, what does that mean?"

"Nothing," he replied tartly in Six's direction, and then quickly added "...of mine was given to me when I arrived here. I only have the standard issue... whatever these are."

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

Motoko followed his eyes. He wasn't watching her he was looking elsewhere, little flickering signs and flecks of expression caught in hyper-realistic cyborg vision. Wonderful, leave it to her luck to find a deranged idiot who was broadcasting a mobile headache.

"No," the Major brooked no argument, "Figure it out."

the implied threat: or I will.

[toaster-lover.livejournal.com]

Baltar was torn between explaining that he didn't know how to stop doing whatever he was doing (and God, but he didn't want to think about why he was doing it), and lying, only to have her catch him later. He had a feeling the latter would result in consequences he didn't want to imagine right now.

"I'll do what I can," he stammered. It was the best oily compromise he could offer. Hopefully enough so that she would let go of him.

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

A curt nod, gaze sliding along the back of his neck— no jacks? So, he wasn't their kind of cyborg, at any rate. What a hassle. The Major let go and moved off without replying. There was work to be done.