DPP - Game on!

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The posting rules are simple.

• You can only post reactions and dialog for your chraracter
• Give others a chance to respond (If it takes too long, I'll try and jump in and move things along w/out trying to do too much altering to the character)

That's it!  I know this may or may not work and if it doesn't then at least we tried.  Also, we sadly have no Adama or Roslin so if you want to write appearances by them then go for it....they are the wild card characters open to anyone. For now let's say they are both in sickbay and Doc Cottle is getting Adama patched up post fight.

Some people won't be around until later tonight so try to remember that!  Our Starbuck might be modded a bit by Tara until Ray gets home so that we can keep pilots in motion.  To get the game going I'm going to post as a deckhand (so excuse the poor writing skills please)

We start our game at the very end of UB.  Starbuck and Apollo are laying bloodied and battered on the mat of the boxing ring.  Slowly the crowd starts to thin out and all the crew can talk about is Maj. Adama and Capt. Thrace.  The whispers and theories about what happened so long ago on New Caprica to cause their rift echo off the bulkheads.  Finally Col. Tigh steps out of the ring and orders everyone but the knuckledraggers off the deck and for them to get it back to combat ready status.  It’s 15 minutes later, the bleachers are stacked, tables are stowed and the only thing left to dismantle is the ring but Starbuck and Apollo are still laying in it.  The deck gang is trying to decide who is going to be the one to say something to them….

ETA:  Rooms are added, if there is any place you specifically want to work from let me know. I'm adding an OOC comment at the end so put all your comments, needs or questions there....i figure its best to have it all in one place.

EDIT 11:30PM EST:  Hey everyone!  Thanks so much for joining in, we've started it a bit and kind of established where everyone is.  We've been discussing keeping this going for a few days and posting jumps ahead and what not in the coming days.  Please continue to add anything into this thread, make your character interact in the established places or if you want to start a new "room" just let me know.  Tomorrow there will be a post about continuing the story.  Thanks again for all your patience while we figure it out, I hope you enjoy playing and reading!

The No Takebacks RPG Cast List

Character	Role Player
Starbuck	rayruz
Apollo	taragel
Helo	amaliak
Sam	ninety6tears
Dee	lotus79
Chief	ddt73
Cally	thrace_adama
Adama	sci_fi_shipper
Cottle	thegreenkitty
Racetrack	ninjamonkey73
Kat	jeneviverose
Athena	angelicalangie
Tigh	mserrada
Specialist 22	nazkey
Guest Starring	stripes13

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ON THE HANGER DECK - AFTER THE DANCE

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The deck crew was sweeping up the remainder of Gaeta's betting slips and stowing away the chalk board. Specialists Winston and O'Malley were standing at base of the ring. "So who is going to tell Starbuck and Apollo to get out of the ring?" asked Winston. "Don't ask me, I don't have a frakking death wish" replied O'Malley "Starbuck will probably take off one of our heads even though she couldn't stand"

Specialist O'Malley thought of getting Helo but he was looking pretty cozy with Athena as they walked off the deck. An idea came to her and she started talking louder than necessary knowing the CAG and Capt. Thrace would hear her "The XO will be heading back down here in in 30 minutes, if we don't have this ring dismantled he's going to have all our asses. CAP will be landing in a hour"

The crew kept busy and watched the pilots as they seemed to realize they were still in the ring....

Re: ON THE HANGER DECK - AFTER THE DANCE

[amaliak.livejournal.com]

Helo heard one of the knuckledraggers talking very loudly about their plans to dismantle the ring, and out of curiosity looked back.

There they were, Kara and Lee, just lying there where they had fallen earlier. He knew both of their habits well enough to know someone had to get them up. There might even be a concusion of two.

He sighed loudly, kissing his wife's forehead and walking back over to the ring. Pushing the ropes up, he heaved himself onto the mat, his now cooled muscles protesting slightly at the movement.

He stood over them, hand on his hips, trying to figure out if he wanted to help them up and into a shower or just roll them off the mat.

"Having a cosy nap, kids?" he asked, doing his best to sound simply curious.

SICK BAY - AFTER THE DANCE

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Rows of hospital beds and medical equipment line the walls. A few of the crew is getting patched up from taking a beating. President Roslin is sitting at Admiral Adama's bedside in the far corner while Doc Cottle bandages up his wounds.

Re: SICK BAY - AFTER THE DANCE

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Saul stepped into sickbay and paused, surveying the 'casualties' of the Dance. With a disparaging grunt, he shook his head as he watched a young Marine flinched every time Lieutenant Ishay dabbed at the man's cut lip.

"Frakkin' infants. Ship full them," he mumbled to himself, then turned away and moved along the line of mostly empty beds.

He spotted a small knot of people gathered around a partially drawn curtain. It didn't take a psychic to guess that he'd found the Admiral--and the President, too--from the looks of it.

Scowling, Saul decided that he wasn't needed, Roslin and Cottle obviously had Bill well in hand.

With a shrug, he retraced his steps, but paused again at the junction of the branching corridors. He felt the pull of his quarters, and an unopened bottle, luring him one way. But, he'd already found that both were empty goals.

Saul Tigh squared his shoulders and set his feet back towards the hanger bay.

It was time he picked up the slack.

Re: SICK BAY - AFTER THE DANCE

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Doc Cottle lit a cigarette and turned back to a bloodied and exhausted Bill Adama.

"I don't know what the frak you were thinking. Fighting a man when you're twice his age. It's a frakking miracle that you're not dead." Cottle grumbled around the cigarette clenched between his lips.

Adama winced as Cottle cleaned the cuts on his face; they burned like hell, but he didn't make a sound. He'd be damned if he'd admit to feeling like shit with just about every muscle in his body aching. The cuts on his face were the least of his worries. He was pretty sure he might have broken a rib.

"Damn stubborn," Cottle complained as he threaded a needle and raised it towards Adama's face. "This is gonna hurt."

Adama gritted his teeth as the needle slipped into the swollen flesh above his eye - once, twice, three times. He heard Laura's sharp intake of breath but couldn't move to see her face. Frak.

"I think that'll do it for the face. You'll have a nice scar from that one, Bill."

Adama gave him a painful lopsided smile. "Yeah. One more isn't going to matter much." Bill managed to find Laura's eyes and gave her a wink. Her face relaxed a bit.

Cottle dropped the needle onto a tray and turned back. "What hurts the most?"

Adama leaned to the left, opening up his right side and gestured towards his ribs. A sharp pain shot through him and he groaned. "I think I broke a rib," he rasped.

Cottle touched his fingers along the span of his ribcage, pushing none-too-gently against each rib. When Adama winced the hardest, he stopped and pressed more.

"Gods, your a sadistic bastard," Adama groused into the smoke cloud around Cottle's face.

"Well the frakking x-ray machine's been broken for a month, what in the hell do you expect me to do? Now hold still." The man probed more and Adama did his best to keep from punching him in the face. Godsdamnit. What had he been thinking?

Laura came to his other side and put a hand on his shoulder. "You are a stubborn old bird aren't you," she whispered. Her hand felt warm and comforting, distracting him from the pain in his ribs.

Cottle practically growled. "Well, I don't think they're broken, but probably badly bruised. That's gonna take a few weeks to heal. And tomorrow, you're gonna hurt like hell. I'm taking you off duty for twenty-four hours."

"Not going to happen, man." Bill said, giving the doctor a hard stare.

"On this ship, my MD pin trumps your Admiral. Now get your ass into your quarters and I don't want to see you for the next day." Cottle took a long drag on his cigarette and blew the smoke away from Bill and the President.

"Madame President, can you escort our illustrious leader back to his quarters?" Cottle's voice was rough but respectful.

Laura couldn't help but grin. "I'd be happy to."

OOC POST - Questions, Comments, Requests

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Have at it

Re: OOC POST - Questions, Comments, Requests

[callmeonetrack.livejournal.com]

So...I had Lee leave Kara in the care of Helo and head off the deck. He could next go to the head and have a shower, kind of delaying going back to quarters and facing Dee. Do you need to start a separate thread with the bathroom as a location? Or if you start a "Lee and Dee's quarters" thread, if Lotus is around she could maybe kick that off by having Dee in there stewing a bit? (although I think it's about 11 pm for her, as she's in UK). Maybe he should go to the head first and shower and possibly interact with someone else in there?

Re: OOC POST - Questions, Comments, Requests

[mserrada.livejournal.com]

I'm assuming we can 'play' with other characters that aren't part of the listed cast or taken? Meaning--have them in our scenes doing what we want them to do?

Re: OOC POST - Questions, Comments, Requests

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Should we start another Hangar Bay comment now that it's all cleaned up? Or do we just start a new reply under the first one? Not sure how that works, but I think Chief and Cally should be working there now, and Starbuck, Adama, and Tigh are headed there with the shift change.

Re: OOC POST - Questions, Comments, Requests

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I want to keep playing but my time is limited today. I'll start a thread for Lee in the CAG's quarters and check it intermittently throughout the day in case Lotus is around to play Dee.

Re: OOC POST - Questions, Comments, Requests

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I have returned from a soul-trapping holiday (alright, it was a really nice one, but I couldn't sneak away from my happy little family for teh angsting), and look at all the wonderful going on in here! I know it's late to get in on this one, but I posted on a thread nonetheless! I should be able to be more present for the next "episodes". Awesome stuff here!

Mess Hall

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Chief had just heard what happened at the end of the dance.

Apollo and Starbuck had apparently finally made up. One member of his crew swore he heard them say "missed you" to each other, shortly before they crumpled to the mat. This all after an extended time "tied up" together.

As chief of the deck he had found himself at more then one of Apollo and Starbucks "discussions" on the hangar deck since they left New Caprica. No one was sure why they were so pissed at each other. Though chief thought he knew the reason why.

Their were lots of rumors about what started the rift. Some said Apollo was angry Starbuck mustered out. Some that Kara just hates Dee, that Dee married Lee. Others that Lee hates Sam. Some even said they had a lovers quarrel and in anger married other people. He discounted these tales, thinking it was too frakked up to be true.

Chief over the years saw first hand alot of moments between Apollo and Starbuck. He knew probably better then most that there was more going on there then just CAG and pilot. For a long time Chief thought it was just the fact that were almost family, but he suspected more and what he heard about what happened at the dance only seems to confirm his suspicions.

Chief finishes his meal and heads back to the deck. Chief knows he is going to have to crack down on his people to keep them focused on their jobs. The relationships of pilots, who was hooking up with who, replaced the old vid casts for entertainment. A potential affair between Apollo and Starbuck will too hard for them to ignore and not speculate and place bets on.

Re: Mess Hall

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Cally falls into step with Galen as he approaches the deck. Now that she's gotten Nicky down for the night in Galactica's childcare center, she allows herself a minute to indulge her curiosity about what is surely the most delicious gossip topic since the worlds ended and asks, "Have you gotten the scoop yet? Oh, and how are you feeling? I swear, the whole ship seems to be buzzing about Starbuck and Apollo. I can't *believe* we left before their fight."

Re: Mess Hall

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Dee walks into the mess to grab a quick meal before her CIC shift. She is sure everyone is covertly staring; their pitying eyes bore holes in the back of her skull.

Lee never returned to their quarters after the dance and she spent a sleepless night imagining all the things he was probably off doing with Starbuck.

Dee once believed she could handle this; believed when Starbuck came to her senses and decided to claim Apollo for good and all... well, Dee would be able to step back gracefully and wish them well.

She isn't ready. She may never be.

Re: Mess Hall

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Tigh took a deep breath before entering the mess hall. It had been some time since he'd taken a meal with any of the crew and he still wasn't sure he wanted to be here now.

Stepping into line behind one of the knuckledraggers, he grasps a tray, vaguely surprised to see how steady his hands were. Seven hours and counting since his last swig of hooch and he could feel the craving already making itself known as he prepared to face his first day dry in several weeks.

As he checked first one thermos after another, finding each empty, "What! No frakkin' coffee left?" he bellowed at the hapless server standing to the side. The youngster blanched and hurried off with the offending vessels, returning in moments with a steaming one.

Giving the fellow a brief nod, Saul filled his mug and turned away to surveyed the quiet room.

Re: Mess Hall

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Racatrack sulked into the mess and slumped in a chair at the table beside Chief's.

"That is the LAST time I bet recon shifts in Triad. I hope Athena enjoyed her shift off. I finally escaped being trapped in a Raptor with Skulls after something like 15 hours straight. Did I miss anything good, Chief?"

GALACTICA HEAD / SHOWERS

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Crew are buzzing about showering, shaving and grooming for their day. Everyone is talking about the dance. Hot Dog stares at himself in the mirror examining the bruise caused my Starbuck's knock out punch

Re: GALACTICA HEAD / SHOWERS

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Kat walked into the head, still stripping off her flight suit. She'd just gotten off CAP, which had been as excruciatingly dull as any other lately, but that didn't make the suits any less uncomfortable.

She noticed Hot Dog gingerly poking at an impressive shiner. "What happened, Costanza? Rough time getting out of bed this morning?"

Re: GALACTICA HEAD / SHOWERS

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Lee made his way down the corridor slowly, rehearsing in his head what he might say to Dee. It wasn't going well. Everything he said would just hurt her more, and she didn't deserve that. How could he explain it to her, this frakked up but undeniable love he had for Kara? It didn't even make sense in his own head.

Deciding he needed more time, he took a fast turn, making a split-second decision, and pushed through the hatch into the head. It was busy, full of people getting cleaned up after the dance and ready for CAP and their shifts, even more were just standing around chatting and laughing animatedly. He stepped in and over towards the showers and around him the room abruptly fell silent.

Lee tensed, but didn't stop walking. He snagged a towel and pilfered a bar of soap out of a free locker, and started stripping down. He felt dozens of pairs of eyes on him and flushed uncomfortably. Frak, what were they expecting? A striptease?

GALACTICA CORRIDORS

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Crew members walking to and from their posts. The numerous walkways lead to and from the Hanger Deck, CIC, Sickbay, Admiral's quarters, Crew quarters, Mess Hall, and Memorial Hallway

Re: GALACTICA CORRIDORS

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Showboat rushed out of the head at Starbuck's order. She grabbed Narcho by the neck of his tanks and pulled him along. "Come on Narch, let's get out of the line of fire".

In the hall they started walking towards the Mess...

ADMIRAL'S QUARTERS

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Marines stationed at the hatch mark the entrance to Admiral Adama's quarters

Re: ADMIRAL'S QUARTERS

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Bill breathed a sigh of relief as the guard pushed the hatch open and he walked back into his quarters. His body ached, every muscle protesting movement as he dropped his jacket onto a chair. He headed straight to the small bar and placed his hand on the decanter of whiskey.

He turned towards Laura with a smile. "Can I offer you a drink?"

CAG'S PRIVATE QUARTERS

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A double rack, lockers and a small desk make up the private quarters of the CAG

Re: CAG'S PRIVATE QUARTERS

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Lee walked through the hatch to his quarters, only to find it empty. The bed was neatly made and his gaze flew to the clock on the wall. Gods, it was already 0600. He had no idea it was so late. Or, early, rather. Dee was probably catching a bite to eat before her shift.

He debated whether he should go down to the mess, try to catch her. But no, that wasn't fair. He needed to tell her this privately.

Because his mind was made up. Regardless of what happened with Kara, he couldn't do this anymore. He was living a lie. He loved Dee, but...not enough. Not the way she deserved to be loved.

Moving to the closet, Lee pulled out a duffel bag and headed to his locker. The ship was crowded but he'd find a berth somewhere. It wasn't right to stay here. He couldn't share a bed with Dee, while he was thinking about Kara. Even though it wouldn't be the first time, it somehow seemed like far more of a betrayal now, that the possibility of it becoming a reality seemed actually in his reach once again.

Lee opened his locker and began to pack.

PILOTS READY ROOM

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Rows of maroon chairs and a single lectern at the front of the room make up the ready room. The walls are lined with fighter squad patches of past and present.

Re: PILOTS READY ROOM

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Kara slouched in a chair in the front row, staring up at the ceiling. Part of her wanted to know why the hell she was sitting here, why the hell she was doing this. Talking wasn't going to change a damned thing. But it didn't seem like Lee was going to let the subject drop. She shouldn't have opened her big mouth in the first place, should have just given Lee what he wanted, told him she loved him. It was the truth, after all.

You're gonna hold me in your arms, you're gonna embrace me, you're gonna tell me that you love me.

Shit. The bastard's voice still rang clearly in her head. Kara squeezed her eyes shut, as if she could somehow block it out. "So... Lee... what do you want to hear?"

GYM

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The faint smell of sweat fills the air. A large punching bag swings in the corner, the leather cracking and duct tape patching holes. Free weights, a treadmill and a lifting bench are placed around the room. A large padded mat covers the floor and a bin with boxing gloves and tape sits next to the scale

Re: GYM

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One would think, after the night she'd had yesterday, Kara wouldn't feel the need to beat the shit out of something. After the fight, after confronting Lee, all Kara had wanted was to crawl back into her rack and sleep for a day. But sleep had been illusive, with voices and smells lingering at the edge of her memory. Wasn't she supposed to be feeling better now?

Maybe the talking thing had been a big mistake. Because now it wasn't her burden alone anymore. Someone else knew, Lee knew. Sure, she hadn't told him everything, but it meant she couldn't just go back to pretending it hadn't happened because it was over and done with and it didn't matter anymore. The method might not have been ideal, but it was getting her through.

Frak. Kara pounded her fists against the punching bag, heart racing, sweat trickling down the side of her face. And yet the stupidest thought she'd had, lying in her bed unable to sleep, was that she'd wanted Lee to be sleeping beside her.

Everything was happening so fast, how the hell did that even happen?

FIRING RANGE

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Five stalls with eye and ear protection make up the room. A storage locker to the far right contains standard issue sidearms and ammo. A bucket contains rolled up target sheets. Bullet holes are all over the far wall

Re: FIRING RANGE

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Hair still damp from her shower, Kat walked into the firing range. They had so few targets in the air these days that the practice was absolutely necessary. Besides, this seemed to be the only place she could go and not hear about the CAG and his favorite Problem Pilot.

Kat donned her glasses and ear protection, picked up a gun and grimaced. The Darlings of the Fleet. Must be nice to be able to flaunt regulations and come out the other side untarnished. Whatever. She knew who she was and why she was there.