& i'll send it up to see

[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.

Comments

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."

[thecag]

"Most of my cooking skills are self taught. I suppose they can get some credit for the etiquette though," he says, smiling politely. In recent years Lee had gotten better with memories of both his parents. "Though the military probably can lay claim to that training as well."

If not Lee's own training, than the training passed secondhand through Bill. Career military really does mean life-long and it touches all those who become a part of said life.

Following her suggestion, Lee tucks the salad away toward the back of the refrigerator. Out of the way for those needing anything else from it before dinner but still viewable so as to not be forgotten. A habitual dusting of hands on the front of his pants and Lee's gives her his full attention.

"Oh? What's that?"

[cabins]

"Come here." She beckons him over towards one of the cupboards with a finger. When he's close enough, she opens the doors and pulls out a bottle. It's about half-empty now, and, beaming with pride, she holds it out to Lee.

"Read me that label, if you don't mind." The label itself wasn't anything particular, just declared the bottle Whiskey and made in a place called Ireland. While he reads, she smirks, hovering just in front of him.

"That bottle in your hand isn't just any whiskey. It's Earth whiskey." She won't mention that it was given to her by her ex-boyfriend, the one who could fly. "I haven't felt that I could take it out since the wedding, but this seemed like as good an occasion as any." Her voice has the soft warmth to it that she first had when they'd met. Tranquility had been quite the vacation, but she still hadn't lost her edge, don't let it fool you.

[thecag]

Simple enough instructions. There is something more Lee is expecting as he comes to stand beside Laura. Extra items to put on the table, perhaps. Something properly a chore rather than reading off a label so when he gets started, it's pretty clear he's a bit confused by her request.

Lee reads off the label, starting with the brand name and proof before rattling off the location of the distillery. The label doesn't actually say Earth so he's left as confused as when he started until Laura is kind enough to illuminate the bottle's inherent worth. It's not just some random planet from another place or time. It's the planet. There's a low whistle as Lee carefully turns the bottle over in his hands, examining it a second time with extra attentions.

"My father told me there are many here from Earth. Possibly our own, some time far in the future." Or far in the past, though Lee knows not of the burnt out First Earth Galactica would find in due time back home. "It's heartening."

Though he says it quietly, there's a deep sincerity in his voice. That simple bottle holds such promise - optimism for the future of the refugees of the Twelve Colonies. The significance does not escape Lee and a softer smile settles into his expression.

"I can't say this dinner will compare to what I missed at your wedding but I am grateful I can share a piece of that day now." The bottle is held as though it's most precious when Lee moves to set it on the table. "How is it best served? On the rocks? Straight up?"

[cabins]

Laura beams proudly. "When I first arrived here, a man I became quite close with-" okay they had dated, "-showed me what his Earth looked like. New York City." The name held reverence. "And gifted me that bottle." She'll leave out the part where after he left, she'd grabbed the other bottles he'd had. Whoops.

"I try to only take it out for special occasions." Weddings. When she was mourning Nathan's absence leading to a terrible fight with Bill. "And this is certainly one of them." She's pleasant and light, grabbing two lowball glasses from the counter and placing them between herself and Lee. "I've always had it straight up." She looked from the glasses to Lee.

"What do you say, Captain Apollo?" It still sounded great. Laura reached for the bottle, starting to undo the top and pour. When the President pours you a drink of Earth Whiskey, you take it, Lee. Especially if the President is now your step-mom.

[thecag]

"Did he have photos or maps? Or was it something he recreated here to give you the idea?" Lee can't help his questions. A future is possible, something that had become a waning hope in the fleet. In his heart, Lee did believe his father and Laura were their best chance for survival. What was less certain was how that survival would actually play out. This news though, it invigorated him. "If only I could go back to Galactica. Tell them to hold on to hope a little longer."

It's not a bitter sentiment. Bittersweet, perhaps, but meant to be something born of good intentions. Lee wasn't a beacon of optimism manifested, rather a paragon of endurance. Laura filled the role of symbolism, of hope and promise personified and she filled it well. Still, concrete evidence of Earth and it's rich, varied cultures was something most Colonials didn't even dare dream of these days.

Despite the heavy way his words can be interpreted, Lee is and remains light in mood. There is so much worth toasting.

"I always knew I liked you," he laughs, taking his straight up as offered. "I say, to Earth past, to Earth future, and to all the journeys those seeking it shall travel. So say we all."

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."

[cabins]

"Well, Lee brought a delicious looking salad," she gestures to the bowl filled with colorful vegetables.

"I was told he used to be quite the cook."

[oldmanhusker]

"Yes. He didn't learn it from me." If it didn't involve a grill, Bill was generally pretty hopeless when it came to cooking. Just as well that he'd gone career with the Fleet. There was always a mess hall.

[cabins]

"Next dinner then," she bumps her shoulder against Bill's chest as she speaks, "you'll have to take a turn at that grill you're always bragging about."

[oldmanhusker]

"We'll set something up in the Oxygen Gardens," he promises. They had something almost like the outdoors here. It was only fair that he take his turn at the one style of cooking he could manage.

[cabins]

"Sounds perfect. But you've got a lot to live up to." There's a purr in her words as she dances around him to set down the salad.

"I've been hearing so much about this barbecue for so long... You know, I think even Kara mentioned it." Sometimes, they could pretend they were back home.

[oldmanhusker]

"Before or after the algae set in?" It made a difference. Statements made before an algae diet were far more reliable. Though he was confident in his skills with a grill regardless.

This was almost like having a normal relationship.

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?"

[navigational]

"Right before the forty-fourth jump," Felix says.

The attention—predictable, given what he'd said, but he could do without it—doesn't help with the aforementioned awkwardness. He pushes green beans around with his fork while he talks.

"I'd looked in on her before," to glare, mostly, "and when I went back, the guard on duty didn't know where she was. I haven't seen her anywhere since." He looks up, from Roslin to Adama. "She told me she was in the brig for being a hero."

If he had to guess, he'd guess that wasn't true.

[cabins]

"I went to see her, as well," Laura admits. She had a grudging respect for the Cylon, much as she was loathe to admit it. Caprica Six's role in her being held hostage was not forgotten. But she'd kind of wanted to gloat about being recently married, even if the Cylon hadn't been invited, she'd expected her to show up anyway.

"She's in the brig for murder."

Oh wow, look at this. Just like old times.

THREADJACKS THIS. And by that I mean skip me but Lee might chime in sometimes.

[thecag]

Dinner has been going so well but Lee has never been the type to let himself get settled. Not before the Cylon attack and certainly not after. There wasn't much good news to be had on Tranquility and Lee is, frankly, impressed it took this far into dinner for things to take a turn for the dark. His fork is set down quietly while he listens.

Though Lee knows Caprica Six was on board, he's yet to encounter her. That's mostly by choice though now he realizes he wouldn't have had much luck if he'd intentionally sought her out.

"Murder?" comes the instant question. "Of who? How long ago? I'd ask if she can be trusted here, without the allies of back home but. I suspect that question answers itself now."