Once they were safely back inside their raider with the hatch shut behind them, D blinked. A lot ( Read more... )

After a few hours that felt more like days, the raider jumped into serene black sky.

Looming in the distance was a large, almost skeletal looking ship.

"One Resurrection Ship as ordered." Trona took a deep breath, "We're very far out from the border between Cylon and Colonial Space. With luck, they'll recognize this ship as one of their own and ( Read more... )

[ooc: Continued from here!]

( Part Duex: because nothing says space travel like LJ cutting off your post for being too long. )

Toward the end of the first watch of three that they'd agreed on last night, Krycek had exchanged several emails with D's annoying friend Ben, made a phone call and was just about to get himself another cup of coffee when he noticed a wee sound coming from the other side of D'anna's door ( Read more... )

At the finish of the Seawhore reunion and drinking game that was held after the basketball game, D was a bit beyond tipsy as the yellow umbrella in her hair would testify, should anyone ask it.

However, she's not so far gone as to forget a decision, of sorts, that she'd made earlier in the evening ( Read more... )

D'anna hadn't been hiding in her room this week after she found certain things on her phone or anything, oh no ( Read more... )

D'anna spent all day friday chucking things out, stuffing other things in the cabinets and closets, and otherwise straightening up her editing room (235), tidying up her bedroom (237), and even cleaned the bathroom!

Today she'd slept the frak in, made a brief appearance at cheerleading practice, then found her way back up to her rooms to prep ( Read more... )

Sometime well after practice, D'anna sat down and dashed off an email to the entire squad, plus one.

( Y0, Cheer-bunnies! I gots somethin' for yas. )

D'anna had spent Monday night and Tuesday morning up in her suite up in the dorms where she had worked on sorting through the pictures she'd taken at cheerleading try-outs.

And if she'd happened to occasionally add a line or three to an email meant for a seafaring frog, well, it certainly wasn't her main reason for being up there and missing all ( Read more... )