Meet N' Greet!

[cityship]

It's big meeting time! Word of mouth gets everyone gathered in the Obs Deck--everyone. New, old, the entire crew is there and that makes it clear that there's close to a hundred of them, if not more.

When they've all arrived, a blue bubble pops up around them, courtesy of Blue Beetle, to block them all from Stacy's sensors. Most of the new people were given the basic rundown by Cybil or Chief when they were first released. Some of them have already joined a discussion with a the Commanding Officers and department heads. Some have had a chance to explore a bit. Some were only just recently released.

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[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Wow. That was eloquent.

"I can't say I'm familiar with those colonies," Sam adds. "So, uh, I take it you're not from Earth then..."

[six-of-eight.livejournal.com]

For a good couple of seconds the taller blond didn't even seem to blink before she finally spoke, stepping closer towards Sam with her voice lowered. She didn't know why- it just felt natural. "You are from Earth? A populated world and not one that has been destroyed or previously not populated by an advanced civilization?"

Oh he's managed to get the cylon's attention now.

[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

Excuse Sam as he fidgets uncomfortably as Six draws close to him. Hot leggy blonds in close proximity tend to make him do that. How this boy ever got close being engaged is a mystery.

"Uh...yeah. I mean, last I checked it was...Unless, ya know, something's changed..."

She smells like pod-good. He doesn't care!

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

Dean tenses and watches Six move closer to Sam, and he's definitely glowering because he's protective of Sam, not because he's jealous or anything. Damn those puppy eyes!

"Yeah. We're both from Earth," Dean says after Sam stumbles over his speech. He's this close to rolling his eyes.

[six-of-eight.livejournal.com]

Dean received a small look at that, but Sam seemed to be the talker. Thus that was where her attention was turned to for the moment. "The Scroll of Pythia holds the chronicles of the Thirteenth Tribe's exodus to a new home world. It describes how a leader with a wasting illness will lead her people to a new home. Earth."

Caprica watched Sam as the small smile started to cross back upon her face soon growing. "An Earth, at least. Maybe yours was the one we were searching for."

[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

"Uh...I dunno. I mean, I guess. It could be possible," Sam's still tripping over his tongue. "I guess there's really no way of knowing...really."

He swallows the massive lump that is forming in his throat. "What Earth are you looking for?" Paging Sam Winchester, your dumb question is available!

[six-of-eight.livejournal.com]

"The Earth that the Thirteenth Tribe has settled on. A new home." Sure they had found a place but everyone was convinced that the Thirteenth Tribe was nonexistant now. Here, speaking with the Cylon, was proof it might not be or it was proof of another civilization not part of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol.

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Um...well, I don't know how long ago that was but...humans have been on my...I mean our Earth for at least 200,000 years. Maybe more," Sam answered. "And even after all that time, the farthest we've ever traveled is to the moon."

[six-of-eight.livejournal.com]

Personal bounderies what?

Reaching up a hand, Caprica lightly brushed her fingers over the hair above Sam's left ear. He was interesting- different. Nothing like that was in the Fleet.. "The Pythian Prophecies," she started in that to smooth voice of hers, "were written over 3,600 years ago. It's a guide, slightly. A map."

[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

Pay no attention to that really loud GULP sound, Six, that's just Sammy swallowing the massive lump that formed in his throat...again. Did he mention having beautiful women this close to him tends to do that?

"Uh...well...um...," he runs his fingers through hair above his left ear, self-consciously retracing what Six had just done. And he's fidgeting. The kid who has to have a cane to stay on his feet is fidgeting.

"That was a really long time ago. You know. So...it could be possible. Maybe."

[six-of-eight.livejournal.com]

There was a smile growing across Six's face as she watched the man fidget. It was an odd human reaction- something she rarely saw while being in the Fleet. So many of the humans there stood steady on their feet giving an even stare if they dared it for long. It was sort of cute the way Sam did it. Her eyes studied his face as the smile seemed to grow more.

"Maybe one day you can tell me what system that your planet is located in." Okay it wasn't exactly a purr, but her voice was smoother and amused.

[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

"Yeah...maybe," he answers. Even if Six has no recognition of personal boundaries, Sam does and her invasion of his is definitely getting a reaction.

"Why..." He clears his throat. "Why are you looking for it anyway?"

[six-of-eight.livejournal.com]

The smile seems to fade slightly, not a worried expression crossing her face but the idea is much the same. It would seem to be a topic she is not to keen on discussing so openly. "The Colonies were destroyed," Caprica says slowly, her eyes darting away towards Dean once before they refocus on Sam. "The survivors seek Earth and the Lost Tribe to join with them."

She wasn't going to mention how she was the one that got the codes to destroy Kobol. Caprica learned the error of her ways soon after it and the love for her fellow man.

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

Dean's not quite glaring, because hey, she is a girl and she never did anything to Dean. In any other circumstance, Dean probably would have smirked and teased Sam about the whole thing later, but he's so on edge right now that his expression isn't really varying from 'irritated-angry-tense.'

He's listening, though, and watching very closely, arms folded across his chest.

"How do you know Earth even still exists?" Dean butts in, thinking of the Apocalypse back home.

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

Sam jumped in his skin slightly when Dean interjected. Not only had he not been expecting Dean to say anything, but Sam had actually gotten so distracted by the 'warm-breath-on-the-face,' almost touchy-feely closeness of Caprica's proximity that he'd forgotten that Dean was even there.

Glancing over at his brother, Sam gave Dean a warning look that seemed to say 'Behave!' before turning back to the leggy blond in front of him. "Sorry, uh...," he apologized for Dean. "Dean doesn't exactly have a social filter between his brain and his mouth."

[six-of-eight.livejournal.com]

"It is an interesting human trait," Caprica replied slowly, glancing back toward Dean before speaking again. "We don't. It is a faith in His plan that keeps us going." Moving slightly the cylon stood still within Sam's personal space but at an angle she could watch both brothers. The smile that crossed her face was wide and warm.

"He reminds me of a man I knew once. Which," Caprica said with a sly glint shining in her eyes in mirth, "could be a good or a bad thing."

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

Dean pays no attention to the warning look whatsoever, because Six is talking about His plan, and even though he's had proof in front of him, he still doesn't trust it. His expression says that much, and he's about to open his mouth and comment, but she continues on.

"Hey, I'm still here, you know," Dean grumbles, looking in the other direction. "Stop talking like I'm not here."

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

Sam just gave his brother a look. A 'stop acting like you're friggin' four' look. The corner of his mouth turned up into half-smile at Caprica's comment about Dean reminding her of someone, and the uncertainty about how 'good' it was that he did.

"Yeah, well, just don't go shooting him. He's the only brother I've got."

[six-of-eight.livejournal.com]

Six paused then, still smiling and watching Dean. "I would need a reason to do that," the blond woman said smoothly, not quite a purr but close enough to one. A little laugh followed her words before she let her eyes go back to Sam. "We have the capability to move from system to system on FTL drives.."

But something was nagging in the back of her head. Something she should have been remembering but wasn't. "Not like this ship, of course."

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

Sam just nodded slowly for a few moments. So she was from a space-faring universe, too. "You said you were following someone's plan? Exactly whose plan is that?"

[six-of-eight.livejournal.com]

"God's plan."

There may be a little hair ruffling, or playing with. It's hard to tell what Caprica has in mind at the current moment. That or it could easily be a hand laying upon his arm as light as a feather. "There are many things He wishes with us all, but only one path." When her eyes broke away from Sam she glanced up and about the ship before looking to others gathered there as well. "This is just one of many steps."

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

Dean will be snorting in disbelief at that. Hypocrite.

[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

Lump. Throat. Swallow.

She was touching him and, even through the leafy suit, Sam's could feel the warmth of her skin. Then again, that may have just been the wave of heat that washed through his body as he began to, again, realize that the space separating him and Caprica was continuing to shrink. And he wasn't the one doing the shrinking.

"Yeah...I, uh...I hear that...a lot." He cleared his throat. "I just, you know, I'm not sure how much I believe it."

Insert pointed look at Dean here.

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

Aaaand now, there's a bit of a smirk forming on Dean's face as he looks back at Sam. The dude is totally flustered, and while Dean's finding it amusing that Sam's personal space is being invaded, Dean is actually sort of pissed.

And not because Sam's getting all the action. No, it's totally because the girl's being invasive... or something.

"Sorry, lady. God's plan isn't as wonderful and amazing as you think it is."

Says the guy fresh from Hell.

[six-of-eight.livejournal.com]

Oh there might be a little bit of glare in there for Dean.

"Everyone has a time when their faith in Him is tested. It is all part of the plan. Some," she says giving Dean a quick glance before looking back to Sam, "are like a child lost in the woods. They will return to the path again when they find what it is they are looking for." Raising her right hand she brushed her fingers through the hair on the back of Sam's head.