+1 Cylon to the Nexus

[fiveofnone]

There is a man standing near the vending machines in the Plaza, dressed in a well-tailored, peacock blue suit. He looks like he could get you an excellent rate on your second mortgage, but you'd be wise to double-check the fine print before you sign anything. As he fixes himself a cup of coffee, he glances periodically at the people who pass by, his expression perfectly neutral. Although the more astute might pick up on the way he tugs at the cuffs of his sleeves impatiently, as if wishing he were somewhere else.

Finally, he sighs. "Okay. Listen up. Adia asked me to come here because she thought it'd be good for me to make some friends, so if you see her, you can tell her that we chatted and save yourself the actual trouble. All right? I'm sure we're all very busy people."

He takes a sip from his to-go cup and grimaces. "On second thought, can anyone tell me where I can get a decent coffee around here? I can't believe she's been drinking this stuff for the past three years.."

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[fiveofnone]

Caspar shakes his head. "We didn't need one back then. Our species was a hundred percent inorganic. Ship life suited us fine." He assumes, anyway. It's not as though he personally was around back then. "Although I'm sure if we settled down somewhere, the humans would have found us eventually."

The advice would go over like a lead balloon. On some level, Caspar appreciates the notoriety, his own biases against humans making friendship with them difficult. But he doesn't like to see his girl upset, so he plays nice for her sake, which ironically makes him even more difficult to get to know. "Wise words," he replies, with only a touch of his usual sarcasm. His mouth quirks into a half-smile. "You ready to show me where I might find some ice cream? Not to rush you or anything."

((Is it all right to end the thread here and handwave the ice cream?))

[poetwarrior]

A garden cannot be grown in one evening, so Faris does not feel any need to push Caspar into sweeping self-improvements over the course of one conversation. The seeds have been planted, and time will tell if they have taken root. There are always more seeds, if the first planting fails.

"Of course," he agrees, giving Caspar that pleased K'da grin, tail twitching lazily. "Let us go."

[Fine by me! They've covered good ground. :) ]