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[nofate]

You have nostalgia for the stupidest fucking things.

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[asklepios]

This seems common, but concern for it, less.

[nofate]

What?

[asklepios]

They have no shame.

[nofate]

Yeah, probably.

[egodefence]

I don't know. There are wizards in the top five.

[nofate]

Some of those wizards would murder you with a pencil for sneezing wrong, though. What can I say.

[egodefence]

In funny hats.

It all really was a bit stupid, though.

[nofate]

Including yourself in that, Baltar?

[priority]

Because they brought you here?

[godelsolution]

Then he shouldn't worry so much. Here is practically safe haven. It's the games that are messed up.

[nofate]

[ Side-eye. Aren't you nosy. ]

Yeah I'd sure hate a vacation. [ Deadpan. ]

[godelsolution]

They're not always better than back home, John. Or, sometimes they are and then they're not.

[priority]

There's no such thing as safe. Even here.

[godelsolution]

Yeah. I guess that's true. Different levels of danger, though. And if you're prepared, you can feel safe...r. Safer.

[nofate]

It's a pointless effort.

Kyle. [ Hi. ]

[priority]

...hi. [john? connor? sir? nope, no idea what to call you anymore, so moving right along.]

It has to be better here though, right? Compared to back home.

[nofate]

[ 'Connor' is fine, tinydad. Matriarchal lineages keep better. ]

Technically.

oh my gosh.

[godelsolution]

Don't they all?

:0

[nofate]

I only know this one.

It has been many a day since I've seen a Connor!

[godelsolution]

She have plans for you?

he hasn't been out since lj aha

[nofate]

Not particularly.

[terminatefate]

Everyone looks to the past for something, John. Most of the time, it's stupid shit you can't help or fix.

[nofate]

Stupid shit might be a relief.

[ vs the apocalyptic shit. ]

Still kicking, huh. Good.

[terminatefate]

Stupid shit's always a relief - until it kills you.

[She shrugs a little and blows smoke away from him. Always kicking.]

You look like shit, John.

[She says it with a growl, but there's a quiet sort of joy to it, all mixed up in the concern that's leaking off her in waves. That's my son, alive, you metal fuckers.. She's got that look to her, the one that says she wants to hug him and slap him upside the head because she can. She doesn't move, though, just levels a hard glance at him like she's checking him for wounds, checking to make sure he's actually fine and not bullshitting. Because he learned to bullshit well.]

[nofate]

We're all ashes eventually.

[ How optimistic, John! But he doesn't sound too broken up about it. He's long since made peace with the reaper sitting on the shoulders of humanity, and isn't afraid. His wife, his kids? Yeah, the fear comes in there, but with his life-- it's mostly rage.

Now, though, he smiles a little. ]

I know.