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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?"

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.

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.}

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?"

Kara knocks on the door of 197, having seen the flier and heard about Manny from some other residents. And she wants to see if she can trade for a few things.

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!

As the sun rises one might find Amanda jogging. Might because she imagines that most people would be asleep right now. She hasn't meant to be so hard to find but she has been training alot having allowed herself to get out of shape when she first arrived. Suprised that it has been so long since she has sensed an immortal.

Mallory is at the archery range, patiently doing her best to take aim at the bullseye fifty yards away. She seems to be pulling to her left when she releases the arrow, and it's frustrating her that she can't seem to get it right.

She could probably use a break.

Kara has been sitting on the rock near the lake for a few hours when the sun starts to rise. It seemed as good a place as any to sit, and the alcohol is warming her up nicely despite the early morning chill.

She doesn't want to go back into the Residence - she really doesn't want to see Lee any time soon. He probably just said that thing about Zak to hurt her, but he'd been right.

She killed him.

She throws her head back and gulps down some more ambrosia, the liquid burning its way down her throat. It's almost empty, and she's managed to drink a sizeable amount of the whiskey, too. The pain is starting to dull, and she leans back on her hands, looking out over the lake.

She's barefoot and scruffy looking, and is definitely drunk, should anyone be brave enough to approach her.

(OOC: Rated R for Unexpected Naked Jack!

ETA: Aaaand Unexpected Naked Kara! Though, these two could never be entirely unexpected...)

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... )

Lucas had headed down to the basketball court with his basketball in hand. It was a few days after the honeymoon had ended and he wanted to shoot some hoops. Layla was doing some research so he headed down on his own. He's been out there for about two hours already. He dribbled the ball, moving it under his legs a few times and then took a shot that soared through the hoop. He ran to grab the ball again.

"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.