i need a new partner in crime and your shotgun

[compressioncoil]

CHARACTERS: Kaylee Frye, Eponine Thenardier, Selina Kyle, Laura Roslin & you.
LOCATION:Here, there, everywhere. THE SHIP.
WARNINGS: To be updated.
SUMMARY: mourning, drinking, sneaking and wedding planning. and whatever-else.
NOTES: A standard catch-all for Shea's characters. I've got a few starters in the comments. If you want something specific, let me know! Or just toss something up.

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[compressioncoil]

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.

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[cabins]

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.

Bail

[cabins]

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.

Johanna

[jondrette]

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.

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[testis]

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?