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Kara zips up the bag - she's filled it with bottles of ambrosia, socks, a few items of civvy clothes, her paints, some cigars and lots of chocolate.

She'll have enough to bet with in card games for months.

She looks up at the painting on her wall - she likes it but she grins. She's going home to the real thing. She is looking forward to it, but part of her is wary. She has no idea what they're going home to. How long have they been gone, are they presumed dead, how will people react to their return? And then there's this thing with her and Lee - what about Dee and ...

Sam.

She has no proof he's a Cylon, none at all, so she has no idea how she's going to handle that. She sighs and picks up the bag.

They'll work it out.

She heads out to the living area to where Lee is waiting.

Lee was sleeping in his and Kara's bed when the alarm goes off. For a moment he thought he was back on Galactica with alarms going off.

He sits bolt upright in bed and looks across to Kara.

"What the Frak?"

Lee is outside the residence warming up, he's doing some calf stretches and then some hamstring stretches.

Looks like he's going for a run.

Peyton walked into the Gym Room to work out a little. It was a while she hadn't done so and she kept hearing Derek's voice in her ears reminding her she had to practice. She walked to the punching bag and started working out.

Pinned onto the notice board.

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Who: Kitty Pryde and OTA.
Where: Side lawn of the Residence, just over there... no, the other side.
When: Let's narrow it down to a nice, autumn afternoon.
What: She's from the X-Men, so she's dealing with angst, because they're the best they are at what they do... ;)

[[ OOC: I'm having too much fun with this part, sorry. And Slow-Time, folks, as I seem to have very little time... ]]


Kitty Pryde was trying to accomplish several things at once. It shouldn't have been a problem, really. She was doing her Tai Chi on one of the side lawns in sweat pants and a T-shirt, hair in a ponytail, nothing to distract her. All she had to do was let the positions help her focus on her breathing, keep her thoughts clear -

And stop thinking about a guy made of magic who has disappeared...

She sighed. It wasn't working very well. She stopped, took a deep breath and let it out slowly before trying again.

Max was in the gym, she was pummeling the bag, yelling at it and just wailing on it. She did a spin kick and kicked it off the wall hook. She lifted it to do it all over again. She tried some knee jabs, holding the bag and picturing Sam.

Kara was struggling to fill all the spare time being Here had given them. There was only so many times she could run around the lake, or spend time in the gym. So she'd just wander around the grounds, and residence. And today, she'd been drawn to the music room. She was sitting at the piano, running her hands along the keys.

She started to play, slowly remembering the notes.

"You ready, honey? One, two, three..."

Four-year-old Kara carefully hit the keys as he did, copying her father's movements, but at first she was too slow. He slowed too, letting her catch up, and smiling down at her.

"Perfect! You'll be better than me in a few years."

Kara beamed. "Can I come on tour with you then?"

His face softened. "You don't want to honey. You'd be bored. And you'd miss your mom."

Kara shook her head. "No I wouldn't," she vowed. Her dad had laughed, but Kara didn't get what was funny.

She played the song, lost in thought.She hadn't progressed much since she was young. Once she lost the hope that her dad would let her come along with him, that he was ever going to come back, it had seemed pointless.

After a few minutes she stopped, lifted her right hand and flexed her fingers, rubbing them as they cracked, trying to ease the dull ache. That injury hadn't helped her musical career, either.

She shook herself. Being Here really did give her too much time on her hands if she was thinking about all of this crap. She couldn't seem to pull away from the piano, though, and started playing again, slow and methodical.

Lucas had taken Jamie to the basketball court here. He wanted to bond with his nephew. He was teaching Jamie how to play basketball. They'd been out there for a while.

Jamie threw the ball at the hoop and it went it.

Lucas picked Jamie up and started running around the court with him.

"That's my guy. Nothing but net J Luke," he said smiling.

Jamie started to laugh. Lucas set him down gently.

"My turn now. I have to teach you how to dance," Jamie said.

"OK little man, show me what you got," Lucas said.

Jamie started to dance and Lucas started to copy his moves.

Lee was reading in the library, he'd been quiet recently just getting on with being HEre and trying to find various ways of getting out. Looking for pieces in vain.

He was reading a Caprican novel but wasn't able to concentrate.

He looks around the library but it seemed really quiet.

He sighs and goes back to his book.

For a dorky teen aged kid, Bobby has managed to set up quite an interesting array of stuff for the party (with the help of Residence staff members).

( Let's get this party started! )


[[ooc: Regular party etiquette, all are welcome, thread hop, post in in several places to get the max amount of tags and fun out of it all!]]

Who: Layla and Lee (Plotlocked please)
When: The day after Kara slapped her husband. She wants answers.
Why: No one hits her husband and gets away with it. She is confrontational at first, but will gain understanding.
Rating: PG.
Complete


Layla left Lucas asleep. She pulled on sweats, a tee shirt, pulled her hair back into a low ponytail and put one of Lucas baseball caps on. She slipped on her sneakers and tied them, shoving the laces inside her shoes. She walked in a calm, but deadly demeanor to Lee and Kara's room. She just wanted to talk, if it came down to more...? Well, let's just say Layla would willingly get her ass handed to her, but she would go down swinging if need be. She knocked furiously on the door until someone answered.

Lee had been worried about the Alien Flu that had been around especially after his talk with Gwen and reading the leaflet. He needs to get this appartment sterilised. Kara was actually snoring as he pulls on his fatigues and went into the kitchen,he puts on a large pot of coffee, having a feeling that she would need it when she finally woke up.

He pulls together all the materials he needs and makes a start.



_{plot locked. Rated pg-13 Kara may swear.}

Lee Adama and Gwen Cooper
Medlab (part of Mixer)
One bored out of her wits lady cop/member of Torchwood meets someone new

Gwen was bored out of her wits and Jack was not due back for a visit for a few more hours. "Another day and no new clues besides what Owen and I found" meaning the alien flu that landed her in the medlab for a once-over. But unlike a few weeks before their was color in her face again, the shivering was just about gone and besides some nagging postnasal drip she was pretty much in one piece again. "Way too sunny out,this place needs some fog and a freak thunderstom or two" thinking of Cardiff and of Rhys. She scribbled a note about what could have gotten her and Owen sick when she heard footsteps nearby and out of habit reached for her gun, forgetting it was back in her room and very well hidden from all nosy eyes (minus Jack,Martha and Ianto of course).

Lucas was in the gym at the punch bag. He was working on some of the moves Lee had taught him and punching the bag. He was turning into it  from his hips as Lee had told him to do. He was enjoying trying it out and doing something new.


Rated PG-13 for use of both F words, repeatedly.

Lee was in the gym wrapping his hands carefully before slipping boxing gloves on. Ever since Kara had told him about the frakking wendy house on New Caprica, he’d been trying to get his head round it. All of it stank, how the toaster had been able to persuade Kara that Kacey had been her daughter, that they were a family.

It was eating him up the fact he had known so little about what had happened for so long. It was frakked up and he didn’t blame Kara for what had happened but he couldn’t help feel jealous. He began punching the bag slow jabs at first but working up to some heavy hitting.

Lee let his frustration surface pounding the bag with everything he had, imagining the bag to be Leoben he pummelled it, unaware that he had been shouting at it too, only really noticing when his lungs started burning for air.

Who: Lee Adama, Kara Thrace, Kitty Pryde
Where: Lee and Kara's suite


Lee has been busy in the Kitchen for several hours by this stage, desert is chilling and the roasted beef joint resting on the side. He looked at the clock things were nearly ready.

He allowed himeself a moment to breathe. He is a little jumpy. Kitty had become a really good friend to him since his and Kara's arrival Here. He wanted things to go well. He checks the place settings on the table and tries to stop faffing.

Kara is getting ready in the bedroom mainly to keep out of his way.

Lee checks the clock again, Kitty will be arriving soon.

"Kara," He calls. "You ready yet?"

Claire was listless.

So much had happened in such a short time - Noah wasn't dead, Peter wasn't dead, Nathan might be dead, Noah was going back to the Company. Her thoughts whirled around her head and left her unable to concentrate on much of anything.

She was in the middle of cleaning her closet when she found the box. Frowning, she sat on her bed and started to put the pieces together. It was something she didn't remember, but it was repetitive and didn't require too much effort, so it was right up her alley at the moment.

A short time later, she managed to fit the last piece in place. There was a momentary pang of regret when she finished, but she didn't have time to dwell on that when she realized she was no longer in her bedroom.

"... what the heck?"

Buffy stood in front of the punch bag in the gym. She'd been pummeling it for over an hour now. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and made a few good shots to it.

She stretched her arms and decided to leave the punch bag alone and instead work on some of the Tai Chi moves Angel had taught her.

Abby Sciuto likes summer, she just doesn't like the sun. So she's out by the lake, having a little picnic lunch and debating whether or not she's going to go swimming today. To protect her pale complexion, she has a black, lacey parasol over one shoulder. She's still wearing black, but it's a sheer, black top with long sleeves over a black tank top and long, tight pants that end about mid-calf. Her feet are actually bare at the moment, though a pair of black sandals are nearby.

She's enjoying some mushroom quiche, cold and a Greek Salad, all requested from the Pantry Restaurant in a little take-out basket, along with two of her substitute Caff-Pow! drinks. Maybe after lunch - and having digested for a bit - she'll try swimming, or at least paddling in the water.

Listening to music on her iPod, she gazes across the lake. It really is a beautiful day, and she's trying not to think about her family and friends back home.


[[ OOC: Meeting the Summer Modly Challenge, but SlowTime is inevitable. Thank you. :) ]]