the woman as machine

Prove humanity is worth saving. ((Based on number six from bsg. I take no credit; all praise goes to the brilliant minds behind the show. Independent, multi-genre RP)) tracking: womanasmachine

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The Six plopped down in this small, claustrophobic space and took out two glasses (the only two they had), pouring them obediently. Liberal pours. She hummed contently (a false content, she was going stir-crazy in this small space), then added, casually, “Maybe you’ve been in that body for too long. It’s been a while since you’ve resurrected."

She glanced up as she handed over his glass. With that, she reached out, tucking some hair behind his ear. “Should I put a gun to your head?" And her fingers pressed in, right above his ear, as though that was the place she would put the gun. She pulled back, wearing a fox’s grin, and took a swallow from her glass. Joking, sure. But the small space had made her morbid and bitter. 

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Now it was Cavil’s turn to hum as the ginger fingertips caressed his skin, the almost-intoxicating scent of the woman getting closer. She may have been a whore but damn if she didn’t stay with him. Primarily.

"You’d like that, wouldn’t you? To put a bullet right through my brain, spread my guts all over the wall and floor. But you, my dear…" He accepted the glass, taking a long, slow sip from it, smacking his lips as his eyes narrowed. “You can’t live without me. You’d do the same damn thing to yourself."

[woman-as-machine]

The Six let out a girlish giggle as he spoke about a bullet through his head...guts on the wall. It was funny. Morbid, but funny. Funny to see the flicker in his face--the humor and the discontent. Because she was far too claustrophobic for anything but conflict and entertainment. 

"Mmm," she said, eyes glinting with challenge as she took a good swallow from her glass. Working it down quickly. The night rarely began until her glass was empty. Or was it day? Hard to tell, with no clock, only four, close walls. "Our fearless leader." She giggled again--childishly. The ambrosia already sinking into her system. "Our mastermind. Of your genius, flawless plan." Smile painted on her sharp lips, she leaned in and said, "Tell me...if you're so smart...what are we doing in a frakking closet?"

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Lonnie was being belligerent. Disrespectful. Antagonistic. Things that this Six just wasn’t in the mood to put up with. He was frakking Kara Thrace and enjoying walking around Galactica easily. Six was stuck in an abandoned supply closet with a cot, One, and a bottle of Ambrosia. She let her jaw, doing her best not to roll her eyes.

But then he continued. And got interesting. "Your wife," Six said, flatly. Skeptically. There was a lot about him that reminded her on an Eight. The resistance to his new life. Clinging to his past…a past that, more often that not, didn’t even exist. “When was the last time you saw her?" she said, attempting to be patient. Hell. Why not listen? It wasn’t as though she had anything to get back to. 

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“Caprica." He said the word as though it should be an insult, like it was blinding evidence that Lucy Chatterly existed, that he wasn’t clinging desperately to some imagined up life he’d never had. It scared him, that maybe she wasn’t real, that maybe he’d never even met Anders, that he’d just woken up in that frakking tub and— 

He cut that train of thought off right there.

"We went t’go see a Pyramid game, stayed there for a while instead ‘a headin’ back t’Aerilon. We were only apart for a couple hours ‘fore you frakkers—" Well, that wasn’t right. "—Us frakkers— the— You—" What a stupid little thing to get himself all caught up over. Us or you? He stumbled over his words for a few more moments until he snapped and spat an angry “The frakkin’ Godsdamned attack, y’know what I frakkin’ well mean!"

[woman-as-machine]

He was getting flustered. Angry. Worked up about an imaginary wife who probably existed only as some sad backstory to keep his model in the dark about it's true nature. Never mind. He would have to learn one way or the other. She met his rage with apathetic eyes. "No need to get angry at me, Lonnie. I didn't lose your wife."

She glanced away briefly, busying her attention with an imperfection in the wall, then came out with, "We have plenty people still on Caprica. While we don't make an effort to sift through refugees...I'm sure we can make an effort." She smiled. A stale smile. Knowing full well that, if they had his "wife"--and if she existed--she was probably spread-eagle on a lab-table. But no need to make him angrier than he was. "What's her name?"

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Have you watched the cameo-packed season 2 premiere of Husbands?

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Her good humor dropped—just slightly—and she let out a sigh. “Wouldn’t be the first time one of us became…overly-involved with the pilot.” She sucked in air through her teeth…the scene Two had made over Thrace was pathetic. Really.

Her eyes caught on Lonnie’s. “She’s capable of terrible things if she finds out what you are…if you assume she will be soft on you because you share her husband’s face, you are sorely mistaken. She’s a monster.” Of course, Six was biased. Thrace had bashed one of her sister’s heads in on Caprica…the memory still throbbed distantly. 

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"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I don’t need ya tellin’ me that she ain’t no kitten. And I ain’t overly involved like your Godsdamned brother." He almost spat the word out. Honestly, when it had once given him comfort, now it just made him feel sick. He just felt so very out of place with everybody. Humans, Cylons, it didn’t matter. 

He set his jaw, watching the Six for a good few moments before he said anything else. He didn’t doubt that Thrace would kill him if she found out. Gods, he didn’t even want to be on Galactica, but he’d only gone and gotten himself in a decent position to be of use to the Cylons. He’d have to find Lucy, tell her what he was. Then he could pick a side for good.

"Look, I am just doin’ as I am told. I’m bein’ a sneaky li’l frak-weasel, ain’t lettin’ nobody know who I am— what I am. So I think you could stand t’do me a favour." He paused, raised his eyebrows as if he expected her to ask what the favour was. He continued on shortly anyway. “I want ya t’find my wife for me. I need t’speak to her."

[woman-as-machine]

Lonnie was being belligerent. Disrespectful. Antagonistic. Things that this Six just wasn't in the mood to put up with. He was frakking Kara Thrace and enjoying walking around Galactica easily. Six was stuck in an abandoned supply closet with a cot, One, and a bottle of Ambrosia. She let her jaw, doing her best not to roll her eyes.

But then he continued. And got interesting. "Your wife," Six said, flatly. Skeptically. There was a lot about him that reminded her on an Eight. The resistance to his new life. Clinging to his past...a past that, more often that not, didn't even exist. "When was the last time you saw her?" she said, attempting to be patient. Hell. Why not listen? It wasn't as though she had anything to get back to. 

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OOC: Yeeees, perfect. I like that! I actually really love playing Gina, so no worries there. Would this be before she shot Admiral Cain or after? 

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[I’m thinking before she shoots Cain, right after Adama asks Kara to kill her. (btw, she’s the world’s worst assassin. Gina was more subtle than she was!) I’ll write a starter with Gina in the brig?]

[woman-as-machine]

OOC: Perfect! And yeah, poor assassin Kara. *Pets face*

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I swear to… Whatever frakking deity we’re praising these days, this body keeps getting more crippled.

Where’s a Six when I need her?

[woman-as-machine]

"You know I’m never far, Brother." She smirks, pulls out a bottle of ambrosia she managed to sneak out from the ship. It seems the only thing keeping her sane anymore, anyway. Ever since Three blew their cover. “What should we toast to? Good health?"

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"Good health my frakking ass. I swear, the joints in this body are worse than those on the old Centurions." How the hell does she keep getting ambrosia? “You just going to wave that bottle around or pour us a glass?"

[woman-as-machine]

The Six plopped down in this small, claustrophobic space and took out two glasses (the only two they had), pouring them obediently. Liberal pours. She hummed contently (a false content, she was going stir-crazy in this small space), then added, casually, "Maybe you've been in that body for too long. It's been a while since you've resurrected."

She glanced up as she handed over his glass. With that, she reached out, tucking some hair behind his ear. "Should I put a gun to your head?" And her fingers pressed in, right above his ear, as though that was the place she would put the gun. She pulled back, wearing a fox's grin, and took a swallow from her glass. Joking, sure. But the small space had made her morbid and bitter. 

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OOC: Yeeees, perfect. I like that! I actually really love playing Gina, so no worries there. Would this be before she shot Admiral Cain or after? 

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OOC: Ooooh, yes! I like Six feelings. Caprica could be really fun, I like that idea! If you get inspired, go for it, otherwise, I'll come up with something soon.

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I swear to… Whatever frakking deity we’re praising these days, this body keeps getting more crippled.

Where’s a Six when I need her?

[woman-as-machine]

"You know I'm never far, Brother." She smirks, pulls out a bottle of ambrosia she managed to sneak out from the ship. It seems the only thing keeping her sane anymore, anyway. Ever since Three blew their cover. "What should we toast to? Good health?"

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I was challenged on twitter to do this with just the Sixes, so behold.

[woman-as-machine]

[ Post-series! I’m intrigued. That could be interesting. We could even do something really cracky, like…”modern day-ish” in which Six has outlived everyone (clearly, cylon) and now lives with Gaius in her head. And somehow Kara could resurrect or be reborn, or something and…things. In which they might actually get along because Six has made her peace with humanity.

Or something? I’m up for all ideas. (And god yes, it breaks my brain but I love it so much!) ]

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outofcigars: YES. I love it. Perhaps she and Six are put there to keep watch over humanity? To make sure, you know, that they don’t build robots and start the cycle all over again, or to ensure they don’t nuke the damn planet.

[woman-as-machine]

[ Excellent! I approve of all things. If you've got a starter in mind, go for it, otherwise, I might come up with something quick in the near future! *Excitement* ]

[woman-as-machine]

"Brother..." Six drew her long fingers over the lip of the tub the Two resided in. Honey-sweet sympathy laced with a wake-the-frak-up edge in her voice. "How many times are we going to do this?" It wasn't his first resurrection this week...and, at the rate Kara Thrace was going, it looked like it wouldn't be the last.

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outofcigars: my first bsg rper and it’s a six. yesssss. i am uncontrollably excited!

[woman-as-machine]

[ I can’t get enough Kara in my life! LET ME LOVE YOU. Also, if you have any plotting thoughts for these two, let me know! Or if you just want some vicious Six/Kara banter, I’m there. ]

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outofcigars: oh god, yes. perhaps post-series things? i mean, angels can ostensibly come back from the dead, right? or au things, or just random banter, yes. i am up for everything because siiiiiiix. (also tricia helfer and katee sackhoff are far too cute when they’re being bffs.)

[woman-as-machine]

[ Post-series! I'm intrigued. That could be interesting. We could even do something really cracky, like..."modern day-ish" in which Six has outlived everyone (clearly, cylon) and now lives with Gaius in her head. And somehow Kara could resurrect or be reborn, or something and...things. In which they might actually get along because Six has made her peace with humanity.

Or something? I'm up for all ideas. (And god yes, it breaks my brain but I love it so much!) ]

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outofcigars: my first bsg rper and it’s a six. yesssss. i am uncontrollably excited!

[woman-as-machine]

[ I can't get enough Kara in my life! LET ME LOVE YOU. Also, if you have any plotting thoughts for these two, let me know! Or if you just want some vicious Six/Kara banter, I'm there. ]

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Sweeet! Take your time! <3