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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.
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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. :) ]]

It's a beautiful, sunny day, and for Kitty Pryde, that means summer, and summer means ice cream, and she hasn't had her 'first summer ice cream' yet, but that's going to change.

She's by the outdoor pool, because it's hot and what's the point of eating ice cream if you're cold? She's wearing the blue bikini she got from the Boutique ages ago, it seems, with a pair of navy shorts currently covering the bottoms. Her feet are bare and her hair is loose and a bit messy, but she doesn't care. She's sitting on one of the lawn chairs, a small tub of double chocolate mocha ice cream - with chocolate chips - which she ordered from one of the restaurants, on the chair between her legs, and a very, large spoon in one hand.

"Here's to summer," Kitty says aloud, even though she's by herself. She takes a big scoop of the ice cream and sticks it into her mouth.

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

Who: Lee Apollo Adama, OTA
Where: the bar.

Lee carried the watermelon into the bar. He was a man on a mission and he needed vodka. He was also going to need a little assistance in the making of the vodka/watermelon.

He looked at the bar a little unsure, ok the bar tended to give you single drinks no problem but entire bottles, he wasn't sure.

He rested the watermelon on the bar whilst he read the menu.







ETA: warning comments in the Kara/Lee thread get adulty, they should just get a room.

Kara sat beside the pool in a lounger, and examined the popsicle, something vaguely close to awe on her face.

Gods, since when did frakking flavoured ice become something amazing? She rolled her eyes at herself, unwrapped the treat, and popped it in her mouth.

It was good. Orange flavoured, and cold, and just perfect.

She hadn't had a popsicle since the last leave she was on before the worlds ended. A very very long time ago.

She sat by the pool, wearing a simple but relatively skimpy black bikini, and was really enjoying her popsicle. Maybe a little too much.

ETA: Now has adult content in the comments!

Mimi is sitting by the lake, enjoying the warmer weather, in a bikini top and a short skirt. Her shoes have been kicked off, and she's just enjoying the sunshine. She might go for a swim later, or she might just sunbathe more.

She's getting kind of bored, and would love some company.

Where: the bar
Who: Lee OTA


He keeps on walking. Anger fuelling his actions just wanting to get away from Kara and her frakking stubborn pig-headedness for a few hours.

He was aware that he was just wearing a towel but there was not frakking way he was going back yet. In fact he did what any sane person would do, he went to the bar.

Lee sits himself on a stool at the bar and orders a whisky. He downs it pretty quickly grimacing at the burn on the way down and he orders another two.

"Frak it." He says to no one in particular as he starts on his second.

He's so angry at Starbuck, she said some really hurtful things, as had he for that matter and the only thing that could kill a guilty conscience was some hard drinking.

He finishes the second and starts on the third.

Who: Kara and Lee (plotlocked, kthnx)
What: Some frakked up dreams, PTSD, probably swearing, yelling, and repressing issues.
Warnings: Dreams of a highly disturbing and sexual nature - definite Stokholm Syndrome overtones, and Kara being her usual destructive self. Oh, and spoilers for s3 of BSG, up to and including Maelstrom.

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Kara is dreaming again.

She's had the dreams on and off the last few nights. They always start the same, but they've been unsettling her more and more as they progress.

( Cut for creepiness and spoilers... )

Lee's hand is still a bit stiff after throwing a punch into the wall the first night Here, it isn't broken but its still a little stiff, kind of serves him right though. It doesn't matter that he isn't on Galactica at the moment, he needs to keep in shape and the gym at this place is great. He flexes his fingers before strapping the hand and wrist up.

The odd thing is he ponders as he warms up is how well things are going. He's been Here with Kara now for a few days and its almost as though they're living someone else's lives. He's happy though and Starbuck seems to be too and he smiles to himself as he finishes the warm up and heads towards the free weights.

He begins with some bicep curls and lets all thoughts escape him as he keeps his body in excellent shape.

"Let me see it," he holds his hand out to have a look at the puzzle.  It does look complicated.

She pulled her hand out of his reach, smirking at him. This was comfortable, this she knew. Teasing and playing, it's what they'd
always done. Even though him sitting so close made her very aware that they were alone.

"No, I got it," she said, still smirking, slotting the piece she had in her hand in and reaching for another.

She was taunting him now.

"Hey let me see," Lee made a grab for the nearly complete puzzle.

She laughed.

"See with your eyes not with your hands, Lee," she teased, as the piece slotted in. He made another lunge for it, leaning over her and
grabbing it.

She laughed and tackled him, trying to get it back. They tousled, laughing and trading insults, even running around the room, each getting a piece in every now and then, and soon there was only one piece left.

She leaned over, holding his arm still so she could slot it in place, determined to be the one to finish the puzzle.

"Aha!" she cried, triumphant, grinning at him as the piece clicked in.

But something was wrong. She looked up, and her brow furrowed, reaching for her sidearm instinctively, spinning around and looking at her new surroundings. Chairs. Carpets under her feet. Natural light...

They weren't on Galactica anymore.

"What the frak?" she breathed, looking over at Lee, completely freaked out.