PHD #136: Writing While Angry
Writing While Angry
Summary: Kincaid confronts Sawyer in the Head about her latest dispatch
Date: 12 Jul 2041 AE
Related Logs: Faceoff
Kincaid Sawyer 
Head - Deck 4 - Battlestar Cerberus
Like any normal head on the ship, this one is painted in light grey with some blue around the top of the room. Down the center there are 16 sinks, 8 on each side backed up to each other. Along the hull areas of the room, showers and lockers are toward the back and off to the left of the sinks are closed toilets and open urinals.
Post-Holocaust Day: #136

One of the sinks is running full blast, the Reporter standing over the basin with her hands gripping the edge as she leans over it, just staring at the water as it runs down the drain. She's dressed in her pink plaid pajama bottoms a bit too early for bed, with a pink tanktop and flipflops to match.

Kincaid makes his way into the Head in his 'off-duty' garb, which is quite the ways away from what he used to wear as a reporter. He's clutching a copy of Sawyer's latest dispatch in his hand; he might even be looking for her. But to start off the conversation that will doubtless follow, he just comes up to the basin next to her, turning the water on cold, splashing it on his face.

Sawyer glances up into the mirror instead of aside to see who's joining her there. She offers a weary smile to the reflection. "Daniel." At the presence of another person, she once more becomes animated, going about the routine of adding paste to a tooth brush. She wets it beneath the faucet, then pops it into her mouth, the bristles loudly scraping unseen tartar off her teeth.

"You wrote when you're angry, didn't you, Sawyer?" The octagonal piece of paper in his left hand — that copy of the dispatch — is waved slightly as to drive his point home. But Danny sounds more disappointed than anything, a certain weariness in his voice.

Sawyer gives a snort, leaning over to spit a mouth full of white foam into the stream of water. "It doesn't make it anymore true. We made this bed, it's time we lie in it." A pause. "Lay?" She tilts her head, thinking on the verbage for a moment before she just merely shrugs. "This is why we had editors." She's about to stick her toothbrush back in her mouth, but hesitates long enough so she can say, "I have it on good authority that Cadmus Maragos has some juicy intel to disect from Leonis. You might want to get in on that."

"I think it's lay." Kincaid pauses to think about it. "I always had to get my stylebook for that one." He shakes his head and, in the process, begins to get some of the water off it. "I'm serious, Sawyer. You wrote when you're angry. That's not good. You're supposed to be our voice out here, giving it to us without the spin that Command wants to put on it. If you've got a different spin, then people are just going to blow you off." His tone continues to be 'you should have known better.' "'Laughably awry?' 'monstrosity of human consciousness'? Number one, those are conclusions, not facts. Number two, you just pissed off every veteran of the Leonis campaign and all the people that think wiping the Cylons off the star charts would be a good thing."

Sawyer smirks bitterly. "Those aren't conclusions. They're opinions. You ever hear of an editorial piece? Once in a while, I have a right to use my /own/ voice. If you don't think it's worth being heard, that's your own right." She looks down to the piece of paper. "Use that as toilet paper if you like. It won't hurt my feelings any. Do you know I was actually /threatened/ today, that if I didn't play nice into the XO's pocket, that I'd be banished down to the Starboard Hangar and cut off from my QUODEL position? Because I had the audacity to raise my voice. I'm a journalist, Daniel. Not a fact spitter. If you were so interested in the integrity of the work, you should have stayed in the business instead of snarfing up a commission."

Kincaid sighs softly. "I didn't get a commission. I enlisted. Commissions are for officers." Ah, the former military correspondents and their picky terminology. "And yeah, I know an editorial piece. But you're breaking information that most of the Battlestar doesn't know. You could have given the facts and let people start talking and then slammed them with a hard-hitting editorial. But you decided to do both in the same piece." He rubs his face. "Look. I want to help you Sawyer. When I enlisted, I promised myself I'd help my colleagues still. This is me trying to help. And as for Tillman? Let him bitch. If he tosses you into the Hangar Deck, you just got one of the biggest bullhorns in the Fleet."

Turning her head slightly away, a knuckle gets pressed to the corner of Sawyer's eye, and then she's taking up the mantle of clean teeth again with brutal force, giving Kincaid time to say his piece. When she leans over to spit again, the white foam is tinged slightly pink from the blood of her abused gums. "If you want to help me out, then keep your nose in this MolGen business. I want to know what the MPs figure out, and I'll even give you my own research to compare it to."

Kincaid promises, "I'll see what I can dig up. Cadmus, you said? Don't know him too well, but I'll try to change that." He offers a flit of a grin. "I've got something I'm working on. I'll let you know if it pans out."

Sawyer runs her toothbrush under the stream of water again, her defensive posture starting to melt away as the last of the minty residue gets washed down the drain. "What's that?" She asks with a curious quirk of her brow, undoubtedly using a trained expression so as to not seem over eager for any morsel that he might throw out.

Kincaid shrugs his shoulders. "It might be nothing. It could be something. I've chased down plenty of false leads in my life. So if it's something, I'll let you know." He folds the dispatch crisply and slips it back into his pocket.

Sawyer scrunches up her features, "Tease." And then in a show best saved for girls half her age, she even goes so far as to stick out her tongue. She looks down to her toothbrush sullenly then, tucking it back in her bag of toiletries. "I'm sorry if I offended you."

"You didn't offend me. I'm just thinking strategically, that's all." Kincaid turns, moving towards the door once more. "Just trying to help." He tosses a wave over his shoulder. "Catch you later, Sawyer."

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