Kara Thrace and Lee Adama come downstairs, both looking wan and unhappy, their gym bags on their shoulders. Kara stops at the Bar and leaves a pile of notes, murmuring something under her breath and picking up what she got in return. She pats the Bar's surface and turns back to Lee. As they step back through the door, she hands him what she got ( Read more... )

Tower is by the observation window, cigar and scotch in hand, pondering cyclical destruction.

This place was so good for it.

[[OOC: Plot-locked to Kara Thrace - say sorry!]]

((OOM: Last night, after their 'tending shift, especially the Baltar thread, Lee and Kara retreat upstairs to break in private. Rated MB for Major Breakage, and S for just a little bit of smut, because it wouldn't be a pilots thread without it.))

Tonight, Lee and Kara wander downstairs, both looking well-frakked and ready to spend an evening drinking and getting in trouble. Unfortunately, the bar is unmanned! (not in the castrated way) Kara leans over the shining surface in search of a person and when none is forthcoming, she hikes herself over the top and onto the other side where she ( Read more... )

Lilly Kane has picked up on several vital pieces of information since her return from visiting Meg ( Read more... )

Dwight McCarthy wandered into the Bar from upstairs, watching the crowd carefully as he settled in a seat at the bar ( Read more... )

*After much hassling and stuff-spawning cabinets and Turtle-Pilot Bonding(tm), Starbuck emerges from the kitchen with a tray with two plates of warm snickerdoodles and two frosty pints of milk. She leaves one plate of cookies on the bar with a note that says "Eat" and takes the rest of her load upstairs to her room and her Lee*

(ooc: Upstairs ( Read more... )

*Kara heads downstairs and grabs a cup of coffee before she sits down at a table. She has a deck of cards but she's mostly just shuffling them endlessly and trying not think at all*

And HERE'S a face we haven't seen in some time...

Corran strolls through the door, usual green flightsuit on, a bit sweaty, and stops cold in his tracks. "Well, well. Been a while, Milliways."

He wanders over to the bar and flops onto a barstool. Kriffin kids... I think I might be getting too old for this sometimes. He shakes his head with a wry ( Read more... )

[While in the infirmary, Bill Adama has had some nice visitors. And time to think about things.

First thread still slowtimed.]