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[jondrette]

CHARACTERS: Eponine, Laura and Selina, also you.
LOCATION: All around the place.
WARNINGS: tbd
SUMMARY: catch-all for July!
NOTES: Write your own starter, plurk me or PM me for one, whatever floats your boat! This is super bare-bones to begin with as I assume more will come later.


For the first part of the month, before the jump, Eponine can be found laid up in the med bay, a result of her being, well, herself. Later on, she'll be focusing on trying not to manifest bottles of wine at every opportunity. It takes a lot of work to not be drinking all the time. Not to mention, there's a lot of trying to sort her relationship with Combeferre out. Happy anniversary?

Laura, for her part, can be mostly found in comms working. When she's not there, she's taken to jogging again to keep her health up. Additionally, she's planning a dinner for all of her lovely Colonials. It's about time they had some sort of celebration, don't you think?

As for Selina? She's getting into trouble, figuring out all she can about the Gotham that most people here seem to be familiar with, and oh, right, at target practice. Thanks for the gun, Dean. You are extremely missed.

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Medbay, Eponine

[lafautedevoltaire]

Gavroche has been worried about the state Eponine's found herself in. He's still not sure about all the details. But she's his sister and she's sick and he doesn't like that.

Which is why he shows up with a thermos (and aren't those a brilliant invention?). "I brought you soup."

[jondrette]

They had said it was alcohol poisoning. That had been what had done her in, on top of stress and her perpetual lack-of-health. A cold had hit her during her bender, which only made things worse.

When Gavroche arrives, she sits up a bit in bed, offering him a weak smile. She was still attached to a few machines, a needles in her arms to make sure she was getting enough fluid. "Mon p'tite loup!" She says, gesturing for him to come in closer. She's pale against the white sheets, wearing a shirt that has to have been Michel's. "So you have. You're a fine young man. Sit, we'll share the soup." She wasn't hungry. She was hardly hungry now that there was food to eat. But she'd been told she needed to make sure she did.

But that didn't mean she didn't have to make sure her brother had soup to eat, as well.

[lafautedevoltaire]

Gavroche crawls up next to her. It's what he's done here whenever he's been frightened. Or she's been. Or both.

He brought two bowls for exactly this reason. They should share. They're family. He pours the soup out, offering her hers first. "It'll get your strength back up."

[jondrette]

When Gavroche is settled, Eponine wraps an arm around his his shoulders, adjusting the way the lines were so that he wasn't in the way of any of them.

"Thank you," she says, accepting the soup. It's warm, and smells wonderful. "What sort is it?" Though it didn't matter, she'd eat it anyway. She'd long ago learned not to be a picky eater.

She knows, once the soup is done, he'll want to talk. Ask questions about why she was there. What was wrong with her, why she'd been missing so long. But they weren't questions she wanted to have to answer for her little brother. It was easier if Michel were to be the one to explain everything to him, and she could only hope that he had already.

Though what would he have said? Your sister is a mess and seems intent on dying no matter what?

[lafautedevoltaire]

"Chicken. It's supposed to be good for illness." He was sure any food was, really. At least, that's why everyone got so sick on the streets, when they got sick. Why these things were so hard on both of them even after a year of proper eating.

Mostly, he just wants to see if she's okay. So he'll take any excuse to check that he can find.

Eponine: Medbay

[but_civilization]

Combeferre has, naturally, been spending quite a lot of his time, as much as is allowed, near Eponine's side. He's not certain where things are going with the pair of them, but being so ill just now, the more important thing is that he lends his support. If she will not have him as a partner again, he can at least be a friend. Today, he's dragged along a few books to share with her, some of them from here, on datapads, but also the encyclopedia of insects, for the fact it has some colored illustrations to show her.

There are also a few flowers, clipped from the Oxygen garden, daisies, that he's carrying as he makes his way over to her bedside, offering a tiny smile as he does so.

"Good morning. I've come to entertain you a bit."

[jondrette]

"Ah, Michel," Eponine says groggily, pulling herself up into a sitting position at the arrival of her boyfriend. she did not move to embrace him, but pulled her blankets up to her chest.

"so you have." She smiles with bleary eyes. "And flowers..." no one had ever brought her flowers before. She reaches her arms out for them, iv and hospital wrist-band hanging from her wrist. the shirt she wore was Michel's, the sleeves nearly falling off of her arms completely.

[but_civilization]

It's going to take time before they are back to the way that they were before. It's understandable, even as he wishes that it were different for them. Everyone must go through something like this, at some point, in a relationship, yes?

For now, he's focused on the positive, that smile, as he hands over the flowers, and then the fact that she's wearing one of his own shirts. It's better than it could be by far, so that is good.

"I thought you needed something to brighten things up in here. Say what we can, what we SHOULD, for modern medical standards, it is a little...sterile."

[jondrette]

They did, and with any luck, they would come out the other side. How strange it had been, to have such a passionate reunion, fucking each other as though they were animals rather than people, only to have all of it torn down in a single second. To lead to such strange living situations, where Eponine was afraid to set a toe out of line.

Where Eponine was afraid.

And she still was, even as she took the flowers into her hands, smelling them. "The cleanest place I have ever been." It was rather uncomfortable in it's cleanliness. "These flowers are beautiful. Thank you." Her eyes, though hazy, had a momentary sparkle to them, akin to ones she'd worn before all of this had happened when she looked at him.

"What else have you brought with you?"

[but_civilization]

It had, at that. To go from chaos to being stuck with 'Enjolras' in an elevator, then realizing that he wasn't real again, to finding Eponine, who had been a welcome source of the actual truth about what had been going on here. And then everything had been so remarkably secure, then after...

Well, the entire thing had taken a turn for the worst that Combeferre had no idea of how to manage, though the memories he'd gotten had been quite...informative. And horrible. It was the situation he and Javert had shared, all over again. Only worse because Eponine he actually cared about.

The fact she had been afraid, and was still so obviously shy of him, well it didn't take too much thought to understand why that was.

"Me too, I do believe." He agreed, quite honest about that. "I believe they've fine tuned everything here for that effect." The sparkle was there a little. That was good.

"And some new things to read..." he started, setting them down in a pile so that she could have a look. "A few of the nicer options I've found here."

Colony Dinner!

[cabins]

While Laura had already made it known that she planned to have dinner with both Adama men together once a week, she knew the rest of the (literal) crew could not be left out. So, one evening she took it upon herself to plan a larger dinner. She'd started cooking in the kitchens earlier that afternoon, and prepared a section of the bar on her and Bill's floor for that night's dinner.

Anyone who had any connection to the late colonies was invited, be they man or machine. So that means you, too, Gaius Baltar. Had Leoben Conoy still remained, however, he would not have been invited, because you don't invite people to dinner that kidnap you and threaten to kill you. That was just common sense.

Dinner was set, and Laura placed herself at the head of the table. In the center of the table, she'd placed the bucket of algae that Bill had acquired in one of the jumps from before. A joke, of course, as she had no intentions of actually serving algae for dinner. Instead, she'd done her best to whip up some space steaks, space green beens and space potatoes. And if you think there weren't dinner rolls, then you were really wrong. In addition to those, however, she'd spent a good amount of time preparing a cake. That, however, was not the true center-point of the meal.

No, that was the bottle of whiskey she'd been gifted some time ago by an ex-boyfriend. But she'd tell that story later, once all were settled and it came time for a toast. Until then, they'd have to make do with space wine.

"Well! I'm glad you've all turned up! It's been too long since I've had so many people to cook for." Others had handled the food at her wedding.

[no posting order, blah blah, make sub-top-levels, talk amongst yaselves, blah blah blah.]

Starting off before dinner begins and I can do a during or post thread too!

[thecag]

To be on time is to be late and as such Lee shows up about fifteen minutes early. While he doesn't have any plans for the time he has to kill before folks arrive, he's confident there is plenty he can do. Last minute help in the kitchen, readying place settings, whatever his father and Laura might need.

Or, whatever Laura needs. Lee knows from experience that when the ball is in her court she calls the shots. Even his father falls into line when Laura Roslin is in charge and it's her arena. Marriage won't make that any different. And, frankly, that's probably good for the elder Adama. He could use a strong will that contrasts his own.

Those amusing thoughts in mind, Lee raps a knuckle on the kitchen counter to get Laura's attention.

"Presi- er. ...Ma'am?" That's an improvement right? Lee has a pleasant smile and a medium sized storage container under one arm. "Thought I could lend a hand. And I brought this too. I don't have many resources yet but favors are good currency anywhere."

And for the promise of helping a few folks in the future, he got enough goods to make a fantastic salad. Of sorts. It was mostly a lot of chopped vegetables, mixed in spices and something he was told as like 'Earth's balsamic vinegar' and reminded him of a dressing he used to make on Caprica. Either way, it didn't require any cooking and thus getting in Laura's way in the kitchen. Plus it ought be a nice start to the meal.

wonderful!

[cabins]

The Military. She can always count on them to be early. Seeing Lee with a container under his arm, Laura smiles warmly, setting down a frosting spoon and approaching the younger man.

"Lee! Hello, welcome. You're too kind, really. Let me take that for you." She moves in to give him a quick hug and air-cheek-kiss. It's so refreshing, to be as relaxed as she was here around those she knew back on Galactica and Colonial One. A month later, it was probably still strange for the man in question, but Laura had been here for over a year now. Though she still had presidental in her, if need-be. Which, reminded her to gently remind him, "Laura, please." Though she understood how strange it must be for him. Arriving to find your father and the president married, and suddenly the president wants you to call her by her first name.

"What did you bring?" Without waiting for an answer, she's got the top off of the container, admiring the colorful salad. "Goodness- this looks amazing!" She looks over at him, meeting his eyes. "Thank you."

She meant what she had told Bill before, about how wonderful his son was. And how proud of him he should be.

[thecag]

"Bad form to show up without something when someone else is the host," Lee responds. "Besides, having the ability to almost nearly replicate something from Caprica? Never in my wildest dreams. This place might not be my idea of a vacation but it's got its charms."

That smile is genuine. Lee misses home terribly, as much as the rest of the fleet. It's the little things that get him hard. The smell after a fresh rainfall. Garden vegetables. Favorite foods. While there are hydroponics gardens on some of the ships, Galactica doesn't have any sort of priority and the premium for such limited goods otherwise is more than Lee is willing to shell out for. Pilots and the rest of the military have to settle for protein and nutrition bars.

While dancing right around the name topic, because that is just going to take time to break the habit, Lee gives his own reminder. "So, what can I do to help? Just point me to what still needs doing."

[cabins]

"Your parents must have taught you well." Carolanne, rather, she unfortunately, had to assume. She loved her husband, but knew his role in the military had made him absent often times in the boys' lives. Still, mentioning Carolanne was still strange for her, though she had nothing but the utmost respect for Bill's late wife.

"Ah, well, if you want to put your salad in the refrigerator-" she gestures towards it. "Then I want to show you something."

Re: Colony Dinner!

[oldmanhusker]

Bill takes one look at the bucket of algae and laughs. Followed by a light kiss to Laura's forehead. "I've always loved your sense of humour." Who could forget the day they revealed the new stealth fighter? Always playing, even before he could really appreciate it.

"But why haven't we airlocked that yet?" He could have sworn they were going to. But they'd gotten distracted with wedding planning.

replying to everything no big deal you guys do it too. that's an order

[cabins]

She loves being able to be so open and affectionate with her husband. On the Fleet, maybe one day they'll get to that point. But here on Tranquility, this was perfectly natural. Older newlyweds. And yes, there was lots of adult sex. And all of it was wonderful.

"Because we never know when the Oxygen Gardens will cease to produce food." And because it was funny to have around. At least, according to Laura.

Re: replying to everything no big deal you guys do it too. that's an order

[oldmanhusker]

"Of course. Practicalities." It was always practicalities, even with them. Though often smaller scale.

And not so many practicalities that they can't afford to shower affection on each other. Or enjoy a family meal. "I'm looking forward to what you're really cooking up."

late with starbucks etc.

[navigational]

The good thing about being sort of an awkward all the time is that Felix doesn't need justification for being awkward at this particular moment. He's pretty sure any additional I instigated a mutiny and a coup and then you shot me awkwardness blends in with his natural nerdy awkwardness, and any extra can probably be absorbed into his peg-legged awkwardness.

He hopes, anyway. He hopes, and he wants a smoke, and he mostly keeps his head down until halfway through the beans he looks up, a quick glance around at every present person, and says, "The Cylon they had in the Brig escaped."

Kara? Where?

[cabins]

It really did blend in quite flawlessly with Felix's normal natural nerdy awkwardness. He was an interesting character always, but Laura had come to rely on him. Besides, his testimony of Baltar was quite damning, and that she could always appreciate. And the trying to stab him in the neck thing. butterfingers.

Laura makes small-talk with everyone, at least until Gaeta speaks. Laura drops her fork and gives him a look of disbelief. "You've got to be frakking kidding me." Caprica had escaped the Brig. "How did the Six escape?"

[oldmanhusker]

It wouldn't be a colonial gathering without some sort of unfortunate reality intruding on them. The ship wasn't under attack. But it was hard to be sure it would stay that way with a Cylon on the loose. Whatever agreement they'd had had obviously been violated now. "How long has she been loose?"

Media Library!

[yardbird]

Lately Murphy has been keeping mostly to himself. Most of those he's been in contact with either were department-related people or those close enough to him to be considered family (of which so few are left).

On the plus side, married life has allowed him to value sobriety significantly more. Rather than wallowing about in the bar areas at lounges by his lonesome, he's learned to deal with matters by finding good company instead.

That, and reading.

It wasn't like they didn't have books in prison -- even inmates needed quiet ways to kill time. But Murphy was never much of a reader before to know how to compare the selection in the media library with. Needless to say, it's been... an interesting experience.

Standing in front of one of the myriad selections in the media library, Murphy casually searches for some more time-killing materials as he realizes he's not alone. Canting his head in the direction of the woman, he asks, "Don't suppose you'd have any recommendations?"

Perhaps he's just trying to break his most recent mold and try to stir up casual conversation with someone new. He hasn't done that in a while, he realizes.

[jondrette]

A woman! Yes, she was that, now, she had to suppose. She was so used to being called a girl. But she was of legal age, now, or would have been, had she not died.

No, she'd been spared from a true death like many here, by being brought to this place. And she'd been spared again by her boyfriend. They were still together, true, though things between them had been rough and now, so tentative, since she'd been released from medbay following the latest jump. She was just simply not allowed to drink.

Or discouraged from drinking.

With remembrances of alcohol poisoning fresh in her mind, though, she's not apt to ignore this advice, and instead, has found solace in the media library. Her favorites were romantic novels aimed at girls her age, though she did happen to enjoy Jane Austen. Still, the series that drew her attention the most was about a young girl from a small town in the United States in (her) the future, who fell in love with a young man. Who just so happened to be a very dangerous unicorn.

So when asked for a recommendation, Eponine leaped at the chance. "Oh! Yes! You must read this series! The Dimming Light Saga, it is called. And it is wonderful. You will not be able to put it down, m'sieur!" She loved conversations. It seemed so long since she'd had any true ones.

[yardbird]

Come to think of it, Murphy hadn't really considered what type of books she would be into. Seeing that he himself doesn't have a particular type, he's willing to give anything at least a good old college try.

"Dimming Light Saga, huh? Never heard of it. Don't suppose I could get a back-book summary?"

Romances with dangerous unicorns. That would definitely be a first.

[jondrette]

Classy taste in literature, like many other unfortunate things, ran in the Thénardier blood. Eponine and her sister Azelma had both been named for characters in her mother's well-worn harlequin romances.

"Oh- it is about a young girl who moves to a new town in the United States, and meets a handsome boy. They fall in love, but she learns that he is actually a unicorn!" It was silly, but it was wonderful. "Against all odds, they remain together, though other unicorns wish they would not be together. There is also another love interest, a vampire, who loves Izzie very much." She identified a lot with the other love interest, Jared. But she knew that Izzie and Edwin belonged together. It was True Love.

Yes, you would be correct in guessing the modern earth-day equivalent to this young adult paranormal romance.