thievingrumors | (no subject)

Kasumi was most certainly bored, as was illustrated by her hanging off the sofa at an awkward angle in the recreational room. Her sock-clad feet were hanging over the back of one of the chairs and her head was dipping close to the floor. The woman’s eyes were firmly locked on the hand held mobile device in her hand.

Her eyes scanned the screen. She was looking for anything in the database that would be remotely helpful. Thus far she was coming up empty and her attempts to hack into the system were being met with mostly frustration. Every time she would get through one firewall, four more would pop up and then eventually she would be booted off the server and have to start all over again. It was almost as if the system was evolving to her attacks.

She sighed heavily as she flicked to another page in the cortex. She was definitely going to have to resort to stealing things again. Clearly there was nothing better to do on the ship and the largest source of her amusement thus far. That was sad.

“Well, I think it’s settled. I’m officially in hell,” this said as she tossed her communicator onto the coffee table.

Threaded | Flat

It isn't every day that Gaius happens to stumble in to a beautiful woman sitting alone in the recreational room. Normally, she's there with someone else -- or worse, not there at all. A single hand tucked into the pocket of his jacket (made of the finest Caprican material -- warming in winter, cooling in summer), he makes his approach.

"I don't believe we've met before," he says, thankful for once that Six is not here to ruin whatever chances he may have of picking up a beautiful woman. "Gaius Baltar -- Dr. Gaius Baltar, actually." The whole thing comes out a bit smarmy, but his smarminess is a part of his charm.

"And you are?" he asks, looking down at her, lips curled up into what he hopes is a charming smile.