[Tuesday Evening]

[replicarter]

Furious at how her attack on the Colonial planets had been interrupted by a most unpleasant encounter, Eighth flew rapidly back to Fandom. In her anger, she didn't notice any trace of her creator who had merely ghosted a day or two in her place at Fandom, nor did she notice that most of the student body was gone and that it was Spring Break. Nor

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[leeadama]

Walking alone at night and reciting his lines to keep them fresh in his memory, Lee was completely startled to run into Sam in the darkness. "Hey, Sam!" and he smiled wide before realizing suddenly that Sam was a lot taller. Strange.

[replicarter]

"Adama," Eighth replied icily. "You'll be happy to know that your homeworld is safe. For the moment."

[leeadama]

Lee blinked. (It was really dark, after all.) "What are you talking about, Sam? Did you talk to Prof---...waaait--"

[replicarter]

Rolling her eyes and resisting the impulse to smack and/or pulverize the little twerp, she said, "you seriously need to get laid, Adama. Now get out of my way." And she pushed past him to continue on her way back to her office.

[dbiers]

[ooc: ...should we be worried about you, dear?]