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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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From:

callmeonetrack.livejournal.com

Lee paused, unsure of how to read her passive response. Kara was a lot of things, but this...hesistancy... this was new.

She was watching him like he might do something to hurt her, which, despite what had happened in the ring, was rather ironic in the whole scheme of things. She was the one who'd walked away damn it. He felt some of the old anger come back, his shoulders rising with tension again, and Lee set his jaw and turned away, dropping the cloth in the sink.

Maybe he'd been wrong. Maybe nothing had changed between them at all. Maybe all of that in the ring had been nothing but another way to let off steam for Kara. And now she'd go back to her husband and he'd go back to his wife and things would go back to normal. Whatever normal meant anymore.

"I should probably go. Dee will wonder..." he trailed off, knowing it wasn't quite the truth. Dee probably knew exactly where he was. The Galactica grapevine was alive and well tonight, he was sure. Still, better to face his wife's disapproving eyes, than to stand here and small talk with Kara, pretending with every word that he didn't want to wrap his arms around her, kiss her till they couldn't breathe, refuse to let her go until she promised they'd never part again.

Lee, of course, did not do any of those things. He couldn't do it. Couldn't make the first move this time. Not again.

Lamely, he just repeated himself. "I should go."

Edited Date: 2010-11-27 03:00 am (UTC)

From:

rayruz.livejournal.com

Frak. Frak frak frak frak frak!

Kara felt her heart drop into her stomach. Godsdamnit it, even when she didn't do anything she still managed to mess everything up. Like refusing to lean on Karl for help, he'd ended up throwing her over his shoulder. Like New Caprica, somehow she'd gotten the stupid idea into her head that things would be better if she left him, cut ties then and there so she wouldn't have the chance to do to him what she'd done to Zak. Where the hell had that left her? On that stupid frakking mudball when the cylons attacked, spending four months in her own personal hell.

Frak that. She was sick of trying to make things clean cut, sick of trying to make things better. That was never her style anyways.

Before he could turn to leave, she caught his face in her hands and sealed her mouth hard over his.

From:

stripes13.livejournal.com

Gaeta's voice sounds over the speakers, "Attention all hands, CAP change in ten minutes"

From:

callmeonetrack.livejournal.com

Shocked, Lee went rigid for a second. Kara was kissing him. Gods. It all rushed back, the memories flooding him, just like they did in the ring earlier. Except now it was worse... and better. Because now it was real. Now he could wrap his arms around Kara's waist, and pull her tightly to him, edging her back against the counter. Now he could slide his hands down to her hips, lifting her up to perch on the edge of the steel countertop. Now he could run his hands up to thread through her short hair.

He deepened the kiss, tilting his head and tangling his tongue with Kara's. Lee couldn't get enough of her, couldn't get close enough. It had been so long since he could do this. Not that he could do this now. Not that he was supposed to be doing this now. The guilt came creeping in but Lee shut it down. Not tonight. He could feel guilty tomorrow...but tonight he didn't want to feel anything but this.

From:

rayruz.livejournal.com

Kara's hands tightened on Lee's shoulders and neck, pulling him closer, unwilling to relinquish the feeling of her lips against his. "Godsdamn---mmm--stupid, frakking--mmm--sonofabitch Gaeta." Kara raked her nails down Lee's back, wanting to leave a mark, to prove this moment happened.

"That's my shift," she groaned, resting her forehead against his. Sure, she wasn't exactly in the best shape to be flying, but she had no serious head injuries, and she'd gotten into a cockpit in worse condition. But godsdamnit, she didn't want to go. Just when something was finally feeling right for the first time in more than a year. "Frak."

She slid down off the counter, her body sliding against his. Her eyes flicking down to the towel around his waist. It would be so easy to just tug it away and... shift. Duty. Flying. Kara nearly growled in frustration. "Later?" she offered. She didn't exactly know what would come later. But there had to be something. It couldn't be over yet.

Edited Date: 2010-11-27 03:53 am (UTC)

From:

callmeonetrack.livejournal.com

Frak. He didn't want to let her go. But she had to fly. And he needed to go to his quarters. And proabably start packing.

Head bumping Kara's, he nodded, his arms sliding down till they were just lightly looped around her waist. He pressed his lips to her forehead, then both eyelids, and finally brushed her mouth one more time. Then he took a breath.

"I don't want to let you go." He looked into her eyes, his gaze serious and intense. "I'm not talking about for CAP. I love you, Kara Thrace. Gods help me, but I do. Nothing's changed that. Nothing ever will." He swallowed hard. "But I won't have an affair."

From:

rayruz.livejournal.com

Kara went rigid in Lee's arms. Yesterday, they could barely stand to be in the ready room at the same time. Barely an hour ago, they were beating the shit out of each other in the ring. And now here Lee was proclaiming his undying love for her--he might not have been screaming it to the sky (romantic idiot), but there it was. After all the shit she'd put him through, he still loved her.

"Just like that?" Kara bit her lip. Part of her was furious, why the hell did he have to spring this on her now? Was he expecting her to drop everything in one second for him? Not that her marriage was a particularly shining beacon of joy and happiness, it was barely a marriage at all. "Lee this is... Later, okay?" She reached up, brushed her lips against his. "Later. I need some time to think."

And she'd be sitting on her ass in the cockpit for the next six hours. Plenty of time to think.

From:

callmeonetrack.livejournal.com

His blood ran cold. She was doing it again. Refusing to give a frakking inch. Godsdamnit, she'd probably meet him for breakfast and tell him she was pregnant with Sam's kid. The thought of it almost made him sick.

Lee stepped back suddenly, wanting distance. "You need to think about it? My gods, what is there to think about?" His anger was building, and his voice turned sharp, a note of hysteria creeping in. "It's a simple question, Kara. Do you love me?

From:

rayruz.livejournal.com

"That doesn't have anything to---" Kara felt sick as he pulled away. How the hell did this keep happening? How the hell did everything keep getting so frakked up between them? How the hell could Lee ask for so frakking much from her when he couldn't even give her a few hours of time? All they did was fight. And she was sick of it.

"What the hell do you want to hear, Lee?" she asked. Not yelling. She was too tired to yell. And reconsidering that whole part about not being brain damaged. "That marrying Sam was a mistake? Leaving you was a mistake? Because it was. It was one of the biggest mistakes of my life, okay?" Hysteria was edging into her own voice now. "I frakked up and I've paid for it. What else do you want?"

From:

callmeonetrack.livejournal.com

He softened slightly. It did make him glad to hear her admit it was a mistake. Not just marrying Sam but leaving him. Then his brain processed the rest of her words.

"What do you mean, you paid for it?"

From:

rayruz.livejournal.com

Kara felt her mouth go dry. She'd said too much. The official story had always been that she'd been part of the resistance, taken prisoner, and held for the entirety of the occupation. Sure, it seemed suspicious that she bore no physical injuries or scars as every other person who'd gone through the cylon detention centers had. "I shouldn't have been on that planet," she said, voice low. "That son of a bitch..."

Kara shook her head. "Lee, I'm going to miss my shift. Can we do this later?"

From:

callmeonetrack.livejournal.com

He tried to hide his surprise. Kara was talking to him, actually starting to tell him something for once. If he let her walk out of this room now...

Lee made a decision. "No. We can't do this later," he said. "I'm pulling you off CAP. You shouldn't be flying anyway until Cottle checks you out." He reached out and squeezed Kara's arm. "I'm gonna get dressed and then we're gonna find somewhere quiet, okay?"

He wanted to hear this. No, he needed to hear this. He could tell from Kara's expression that this was important. Hell, maybe it'd give him some kind of clue as to how to get through to her.

From:

rayruz.livejournal.com

(This storyline skips a few minutes and continues in the ready room (http://community.livejournal.com/no_takebacks/124725.html?thread=7371317#t7371317))