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Simon was still gone. She knew that now. He coudl come back, but he'd come back... different. He wouldn't remember what they had. His things were here, though, and she'd taken it upon herself to wear his clothing when she could. Mostly button-downs and sweaters, when she wasn't working. Most often, though, rather than staying in the room she once shared with him, Kaylee was down in engineering, putting in over-time.

She'll most likely be found futzing around, trying to ignore the fact that Simon Tam was gone ~~and Wash is dead~~, muttering in Mandarin. Someone, take the wrench away from her.

Laura's desk in the Comms department had recently become Wedding Planning Central. It was easier this way, where no cylons, nor her fiancee could really see much of anything. Of course, planning a wedding on the Tranquility where things could get messy very, very easily was proving to be difficult. Still, she had plans for the flowers, the location, Bill was working on rings, and she had an officiator, even. The dress, still, had to be figured out, and bridesmaids, if there were to be any at all, given the unique situation that they were in.

Oh, and invitations. Which, for the record, was everyone on the Tranquility. Except for Leoben Conoy and Caprica Six.

Most often, Laura's conversations with Bail had to do with their jobs. Of course, she considered the older man a trusted friend and ally, which really made him the only fitting person for her to ask to walk her down the aisle. She'd already asked Leia, and the thought had been approved, so now was just a matter of asking the man himself.

"Can I bother you for a minute, Bail?" Laura asked, holding two tea mugs in her hands. Always best to come with a gift.

There were some things it just came naturally for them to discuss. It was only natural that they had developed a close friendship.

And tea, of course, was always welcome. Comms ran on coffee, of course, but tea was always a more pleasurable drink. "Of course."

"Wonderful." She pushed her way into his area, holding out one of the mugs for him. When one hand was emptied, she pulled up a chair to sit in, crossing her legs at the ankle.

"I have a favor to ask. And I want you to know now that if you say no, I will not be in any way, shape, or form offended."

He holds the tea, taking a moment just to savour the smell. You had to take the little moments sometimes. "What is it?"

It's unusual for her to be so uncertain about asking for anything.

Yeah, well this is a big deal and it's personal. It's not like, 'Hey, so we're doing this and that is that cool?' She was asking him to be part of her wedding. To play the part that he would never play for his own daughter's wedding.

Whenever that would be.

"As you know," and everyone in comms knew because SOMEONE was a giddy teenager in love, "Bill and I are engaged. We're hoping to have the wedding after the next jump. I don't know what Alderaan wedding traditions are like, but.... I was hoping you would do me the honor of walking me down the aisle."

He'd known about the wedding, of course. It was difficult to miss the much needed injection of excitement into their work environment.

He hadn't expected to be asked to be involved. BUt he smiles. "Laura, I would be honoured." He can't forget, can never forget, that he won't be around to play the same role in Leia's wedding. To Han Solo, of all people, though he's certain had things happened in their natural order he would likely have felt differently about that man. "I want nothing but happiness for both of you."

Oh, he knew that 'nothing but happiness' was fairly unlikely even under ordinary circumstances (which hadn't been part of any of their lives even before Tranquility.), but he could still wish it for the happy couple.

"Oh thank gods!" Laura gasped, allowing a laugh to follow the words on her breath.

She relaxes somewhat, setting the tea down on the desk. "I already spoke with Leia about it, and she's behind it completely. So thank you."

He reaches over and squeezes a hand. "I'm glad we're all on the same page about this, then."

It was good she'd spoken with Leia. She might have had her own feelings on him never being able to do that for her.

"I am, too." Okay, it felt like she could breath again. Thaaaaank goodness. "That's one less wedding thing to worry about. Thank you."

"You're welcome." He glances over at the chaos that is her workstation. "One more out of how many?"

His wedding had involved extensive logistics. But it had also had teams of people to deal with them.

Laura sighed and gestured over to her desk.

"Luckily flowers are taken care of, venue- we need food and drink, as well as entertainment. I was planning on putting up a network post, to see if anyone wanted to take part in helping. Dress, as well, but I may very-well be borrowing a dress of Leia's." Or maybe Luthien would be able to help... But she was already doing flowers.

"And Bill is in-charge of rings. He received his dress-uniform this past jump."

Laura took a sip of her tea. "Times like this, what I wouldn't give to have Billy or Tory here."

"There's something to be said for having someone else doing the organization. It's a lot to keep track of." Even for a simple ceremony. A million details.

"I suspect people will be quite eager to help. We so seldom have cause to celebrate here." They would take anything. It would be good for people's emotional well being even when it was hard enough to look after everyone's physical well being.

"Tell me about it," she sighed, shaking her head. "Being president is a cake-walk by comparison to planning a wedding."

"So far, everyone I've spoken with is more than willing to help." And said something similar.

"I'm suddenly very glad that my wedding was largely planned by other people." Including selection of the bride, not that he was complaining. Arranged or not, his marriage has been so very happy.

Given the challenges he's heard about in Laura's universe, he's a bit disturbed that planning a wedding is somehow harder. "Most people here have wound up being fairly community minded, even if only out of sheer necessity."

"You should be. It's Hades, planning it myself. I wish I had one of my aides, Billy or even Tory, here." May Billy rest in peace. He and Dee had been far too sweet. But Dee and Lee, as well, had been quite sweet, if not sudden and strange.

Don't ask her about the sexual tension between her and Lee. She was not going to talk about it. Ever. EVER.

"That's what I've found. It's good to know, amidst all of it."

GIRL DATE TIME! Eponine was far too excited, and it could be seen the moment she bounded into the bar they'd agreed upon meeting in. She'd done her best to dress herself, a pair of brown leather boots she'd found and a dark red dress and brown belt. Her hair was tied back in a half-ponytail with one of her many ribbons, and she thought she look presentable.

Now, to select a delicious bottle of whiskey, perhaps, and wait for her girl friend.

She'd never had a girl friend before. It was pretty great.

There was way way way too much to keep track of in this ship. Ignoring the warnings, because, well, why would she pay attention to the rules anyway, Selina had started to wander off into the ship, trying to make sense of it, create some sort of mental map. She liked those better than anything else, anyway. Real maps could be altered, lie, cover things up. In your head, you could do whatever you wanted to it. It was your map.

If she isn't wandering the halls, Selina is making friends with cats. What she really needed, however, was a cat or twenty of her own. They'd be right at home in her covered-in-pillows-and-blankets room that she'd been creating for the past month. It was easy to grab 'em from other rooms, or lounges. Plus, she'd never had her own place before. What was the point of having your own place if you couldn't decorate it?

The halls are where you can find Newt as well. Sure Ripley wants her to be safe and that but there's exploring to do. Plus she knows better then most about how knowing the layout of a place could save your life.

She does pause when she sees the other girl though. Getting ready to run if she has to.

It's the footsteps that alert her that she's not alone, and Selina reacts accordingly. Her weight is already balanced on the balls of her feet, and she is all about to stop and find herself a place to stop and watch when she notices the girl.

"Hey." She relaxes slightly, moving towards her by just a step. The girl looked somewhere around her age, and she had a thing for taking kids under her wing when they needed it. "You doin' alright?"

Okay no reason to run yet. Newt nods.

"I'm exploring."

"You should be careful then, kid. They say the ships supposed t'be dangerous." Like she didn't need to be careful, either.

She nods again.

"I know but if I don't know what everything looks like, then I won't know where to hide if monsters show up."

Selina considers this for a moment, frowning just slightly. Kid's smart, she had to give her credit.

"What's your name, kid? Mine's Cat."

"My name's Newt."

Newt. Huh. So many animals. Everyone seemed to have animal names around here. And then there was this Batman guy that Blake was all about. Ridiculous.

"Nice t'meetcha, Newt. Since we're both headin' in the same direction, let's explore together. We'll have each other's backs." She had a soft spot for her fellow kids. Especially young girls. Which... wasn't actually as creepy as it sounded.

Newt seems to think about this for a moment.

"If a monster comes, you'll run right? You won't try to fight it?"

Weird question but important. She doesn't want to watch more people die because they refused to run like she did.

It depended on the monster, truthfully, and the situation at hand. But she could try.

"Yeah. I'll run with you, and we'll get out safe." Sounded good to her. "Here, let's decide on a direction and only take turns in that direction. So we don't get lost." Urban exploring, pretty much.

She nods after thinking this over.

"Okay. How about...right?"

"Sounds good to me." Selina jerked her thumbs towards the first right turn she saw. "Shall we?"

"Okay."

"Let's go." With a nod, Selina began to walk off in the general direction they were heading.

And Newt will keep up.

"Have you been on a spaceship before?"

She's already talked to a boy from past France and she's curious about where everyone is from.

"Before this, no." She hadn't been anywhere before this. She was born and raised on the streets of Gotham. This was something, well, out of this world. "I never wanted to be an Astronaut, anyway."

Selina pauses for a moment, and tilts her head.

"Why? You have?"

"I was on a ship before I came here. We were leaving the planet my colony was on."

Wow.

"Huh. Don't need any special space training or nothing, do ya?"

"No. Not to just travel on it."

"Huh." Selina jams her hands in her pockets. "Weird. But sounds kinda nifty."

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