[video]

[re_imagining]

[The feed clicks on and Caprica looks thoughtful as she twirls a lock of hair around her fingers.]

I miss the smell of the sea, the call of the birds. There was a place, back home, where I liked to go and just watch the water. It was my favorite place on the planet, and sometimes I would spend all day there, just listening and smelling and watching. 

It's gone now, though. [A brief flicker of her eyes indicates this sadness, but it's gone in moments. There is much guilt to be had, here.]

Things like the scent of fresh water are thingsI took for granted. [Her eyes harden.] No more. I, like you, tire of the endlessness of space and desire for something more tangible than a bunk and random jumps to coordinates unknown to us.

[This is more the case than some may realize.] 

I yearn for a solid place to put my feet -- grass to walk on instead of cold, hard metal. I, like the rest of you, would do nearly anything to breath fresh air again, taste the rain, and see the forests for their true beauty. [She projects nearly everywhere she goes in this ship. How else does one stay sane?]

I must ask -- are you all...content with this? This...sedentary and perpetual state of kidnapping? I'm interested if anyone would rather be here than anywhere else, and your reasons why. [She smiles.] Color me curious.

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[video]

[astrogate]

[ Oh look, Kara is clearly just glaring into the screen. If she could, she'd come through this screen and show you just what she would rather be doing. ]

Interesting question coming from the likes of you.

[video]

[re_imagining]

[oh of ALL PEOPLE.]

Hello, Lieutenant Thrace.

[video]

[astrogate]

[ You didn't expect her to just sit by and watch this, NOW DID YOU? ]

What exactly do you think you're doing to these people?

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[circumitus]

I don't have anywhere else to be. So it doesn't matter where I am, one way or another.

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[re_imagining]

You don't have an opinion at all?

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[circumitus]

No. Nothing particularly pleasant, anyway.

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[onsilksheets]

I want to go home and back to the life I had there. Travelling through space without so much as a hope of returning is beginning to get tedious.

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[re_imagining]

Is there something specific that makes you think there is no hope?

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[onsilksheets]

Other than we're still stuck out in the middle of god knows where? No.

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[puppydogeyes]

There's the oxygen garden.
It's not much, but it's green.
I don't know how anyone could be content here.
The corridors make my skin itch.

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[re_imagining]

I've seen it. It's lovely, but...only a small wisp of home, something akin to trying to grasp at a memory.

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[puppydogeyes]

[She feels more comfortable behind text, but awkward replying to video with it, so she switches, scrubbing a hand back through her hair.]

Maybe they'll stop at a planet sometime.

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[swagneto]

Contentment is overrated. [ Says the man who spent his life fulfilling nomadic tendencies every so often. ]

I have matters to attend to back home.

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[re_imagining]

Isn't it. [Caprica's known moments of contentment, only to have them yanked away from her. Gaius was such a slippery beast to be in love with.]

As do I. Hasn't anyone given thought to the notion we might not really be on a quest for home? This...captain that we hear of but never see...surely it's possible he has his own agenda.

voice.

[swagneto]

I have no doubt the man has his own. It would explain his need to remain silent despite attempts made to secure control and ask questions.

Home is no doubt beyond our abilities at this point.

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[heltersskelter]

i don't think it's that bad.
but compared to suburban hell this is pretty great.

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[re_imagining]

Suburban hell?

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[heltersskelter]

yeah.
like a wannabe classy small town and you know everyone around every corner and everyone's in everyone else's business and you bring casserole to the new neighbours even though you don't give a shit about them you're just interested in what kind of ferrari they drive and which skeletons are in their closet.

[video]

[the_vishual]

I can't really answer for everyone, but I've never really been outside a ship before. Much, anyway.. But I'd very much like to go home, if that's what your asking.

[video]

[re_imagining]

Essentially what I'm getting at, yes. However, I'm told resistance against this...mystery crew is futile.

Video.

[bottlearum]

You ain't the only one who misses the sea, luv.

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[re_imagining]

[i>...Fascinating.]

Have a penchant for the waters then, Mister...?

Video.

[bottlearum]

Captain, actually. Captain Jack Sparrow.

[video]

[profligates]

[A girl after his own heart.]

I lived most of my life in a way that I considered a prison. When I took to the sky... that was the first and only time I have ever felt free. [He pauses.]

So, no. I'm not content to be here. The only solace I can find is in a bottle, and with the idea that, at the very least, I am still in the sky.

[video]

[re_imagining]

[If sharing Cylon projections with humans were possible, Balthier is one such man she would consider bestowing this precious gift upon.]

There is a certain freedom in flying. You're...untouchable. Unbreakable. Close to God himself.

[She chooses her words carefully.]

Have you no inclination to fight against your captors?