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[notagod_apollo]

Lee Adama has a cup of coffee and a large atlas. He also has a table to sit at, but that's kind of beside the point. He's absently stirring his coffee as he studies the topography of a continent called 'Europe' with singular fascination. Come poke him, see if he jumps.

((OOC: Warning for nekkid Pilots inna lake in the Starbuck/Apollo thread

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[presidentpythia]

She's slept, and as a consequence feels much steadier when she makes her way downstairs once more.

Roslin walks across the room to the bar and sets the key down with a soft 'click.'

"Thank you."

[notagod_apollo]

Lee smiles hesitantly.

"I have an atlas? It doesn't do much for directions on how to get there though... May I ask how long it's been since the attacks for you?"

[oh_frak_me]

*Kara awaits that answer with baited breath. It could determine a lot about how she and Lee will behave while the President is there*

[presidentpythia]

"Six days," Roslin says quietly. "We're currently under attack every thirty-three minutes."

[notagod_apollo]

"Oh. frak..."

Lee pales a little, remembering exactly how that ended. How can he not... how can they not tell them? Warn them against some of the disasters he knows they can avert?

"Pardon me, Madame President."

[oh_frak_me]

Lee!

*They can't make changes, no matter how good an idea it seems*

[presidentpythia]

"That's not very comforting, Captain Apollo."

Roslin essays a slight smile.

"You could just tell me that everything will turn out all right. It'd even be true, so far as that goes."

[notagod_apollo]

Lee tries for a little smile.

"We're still alive and moving?"

It's as good as he can offer without giving too much away.

[oh_frak_me]

*Kara wants to slip her hand into his for support but since she can't, she steps a little closer to him*

[presidentpythia]

"So we must be."

Roslin's still smiling, a little.

"The best possible proof of that is the fact that the two of you are standing here in front of me right now."

[notagod_apollo]

Lee smiles back, and maybe it'll be less reassuring to her when someone tells her that the dead can show up here, but for now he won't mention it.

[oh_frak_me]

*Kara smiles, too*

Sit down and have a drink with us, ma'am?

[presidentpythia]

(ooc: I am so sorry... fell asleep at the keyboard and just now woke up. Can there be slowtime?)

"I'd very much like that, Lieutenant."

[notagod_apollo]

((OOC: Sleep is good for you.))

Lee heads over to the bar, glad of something to do, and returns with three glasses of good red wine. (lucky Bar didn't play with these drinks)

[oh_frak_me]

*Kara takes hers and raises it*

To you, Madame President. May your leadership help bring us to Earth.

[presidentpythia]

She's quiet for a moment, then finds a small smile and lifts her glass to them both.

"To Earth," Roslin says simply.