no_takebacks | Bigger/Better Judging TOMORROW!!!

Hey folks,

First off, thanks to the incomparable

kag523 for her awesome week running the DPP.

Since she's given me the task to judge the winner of her Bigger/Better challenge, please use this post and catalog all of your loot by 5:00 pm PST/8:00 pm EST TOMORROW, Sunday, April 10th.

I will post the winner (and announce their prize), by 8:00 pm PST/12:00 am EST.

This gives you (and *coughs* me) to go and finish up all your bartering!

&hearts &hearts &hearts

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From:

scifishipper.livejournal.com

Is this judging for the most loot collected? Or the value of the items up for bid? So...how do I catalog? Is it what I've collected?

From:

nazkey.livejournal.com

Yeah, just a list of everything you've collected :-)

From:

amaliak.livejournal.com

I've got.
1. 100 drabble by

nazkey.

2.

won from

nazkey.

3.

won from

taragel

4.

won from

coffeesuperhero

5. A 1000 word drabble from

rachelindeed.

look at all my loot!!! And if I do say so, I'm pretty damn proud of the drabbles that I've written this time around.

hee.

cheers.
--Lex

From:

scifishipper.livejournal.com

1. Won from

amaliak

"Do think anyone actually noticed?"

Kara finished lacing up her boot, but didn't turn around. Lee was asking questions again, and she didn't understand why the guy couldn't just relax.

"Yes, Lee. I think everyone noticed. I think that Dee patched in our comm feed to the entire fleet and heard exactly what dirty, nasty things we want to do with each other," Kara replied dryly. "Hell, Roslin stopped me after the committee meeting and asked for a few pointers."

She paused, waiting for him to come back with some sort of remark about just how inappropriate it had been for her to talk that way while working the security deal during the Quorum meeting. She smiled as she remembered how she'd been able to see his blush from across the room.

"Hmm," he replied. "That would explain why she suddenly wants me to come over for a late night briefing."

2. Won from

kdbleu

Kara knows. The flame and fire wake her every year, and vipers on the hangar deck call her down to watch their quiet steady clank and grind. The first anniversary after the Fall, she’s surprised, but she slips from her bunk and limps down to the vipers before the morning briefing. She tilts her head and recalls how flying saved her. A small smile creep over her mouth because of the brace and throb attached to her knee and despite the day she’s commemorating.

On the third anniversary since the fleets been on the run, the fifth since the day, Kara spends her time watching the vipers feeling a new, strange connection with the past. Not just the Colonies but new lost friend and marriages that were supposed to change everything. For the first time, Kara’s ritual is lacking. At first it’s just a funny little felling, but then a panic rises from her chest and sticks hard in her throat. She falls against the gray wall of corridor trying to choke through the first tears she’s shed since… since…

She’s about to slid down to the floor and let go when Kara feels a grip on her upper arm, wrapping firmly around the tattooed wing emblazoned there. Another reminded. Her head snaps to see who’s there almost like she’s ready to fight. There’s no will behind the impulse. Instead, she rests her eyes on the red ringed blue eyes of the man who caught her then too. The lump in her throat quivers, sending gasps and squeaks from her mouth.

“I don’t know, Lee. I thought…”

“I miss him too.”

Lee leads her back to their quarters, hardly getting the hatch shut before he’s pulled Kara tight in his arms. Tears are streaming and kisses falling. They collapse into bed together, finding and seeking comfort the same that night too. This time, five years later, they stay naked. They inhale and relish each other. Peace replaces guilt. Acceptance comes in for denial. Sharing memories play instead of disconcerting silence. Finally, they sleep tangled in grief and love.

From:

scifishipper.livejournal.com

3. Won from

rachelindeed

Lest Old Acquaintance Be Forgot

There was something about Lee Adama that set her teeth on edge.

Part of it was his manner – he was smug and spit-polished, all show. He specialized in the kind of insubordination that hid in inflections rather than words, ideas rather than actions.

But there was something more to it, something she hadn’t yet grasped. She remembered leaning over Bill’s log books, late that first night after finding the fleet. Reading clipped summaries of mutiny and betrayal, she’d felt outrage churning her gut. Not on Bill’s behalf – he had asked for everything he’d gotten – but for the service, and for herself. This blind idealism, set down in black and white, was toxic.

The Galactica CAG was a cancer, and he needed to be removed.

She transferred and demoted him; barely spared him a glance while he stood beside Thrace, finishing her sentences, riding her coattails. Bill asked for more time to consider their plan – in other words, to plot with the fifth column planted in her ship – and as she turned to the door she saw Lee’s hand curl lightly on Thrace’s arm. It was discreet, the most officers could allow themselves in public. She remembered that very gesture, the spark of it along her skin. Gina’s fingers had been so gentle that night, and Jurgen’s eyes had followed the two of them with a teasing, knowing light.

She stopped abruptly in the corridor, the recognition she had long held back pushing at the edge of her mind. When Lee wandered out a moment later, she turned on him.

“Care to tell me what your father finds it so urgent to discuss behind my back?”

He blinked, pulling up straight and offering a carefully blank face. “I don’t know, sir. Perhaps you should ask him.”

“I’m asking you, Lieutenant.”

“He’s talking with the CAG about her plan, sir. I don’t know any more than that. I didn’t question my superior officers – I’ve recently been advised against that.” With a half-tilt of his head, he indicated the pips on his collar.

Oh, he was hateful. Anger was boiling up out of all proportion and she hissed, “You’d do well to drop the irony from your tone, Lieutenant. The last officer who questioned orders on this ship left his brains on the CIC carpet.”

Adama stared at her. For a long moment, they said nothing.

“Was he right?” he asked. “In the end?”

And then it was hard to breathe. Unwanted and undeniable, the resemblance broke through. Jurgen Belzen – he reminded her of Jurgen, always had, from the moment she read those logs. The caution, the questions, the principled last stands in all their self-indulgence...the guilt, the twelve years of knowing blown away in one shot and gods help her, they even looked alike.

Twelve years reduced to a stain on the carpet and thirty-seven pilots that never came home. And all for nothing, if she hadn’t been right.

“No,” she answered harshly. “No."

Jurgen hadn't been right in the end. He couldn't have been, because it wasn't over yet.

4. Won from

ddt73

(http://s784.photobucket.com/albums/yy126/scifishipper/BSG/BSG%20GIFS/?action=view&current=brigkiss2.gif)

From:

scifishipper.livejournal.com

5. Won from

nazkey

"Ladies & gentlemen! Welcome to the 5th Annual Colonial Cupcake Wars finals! After weeks of anticipation, we're down to our remaining chefs, the super sweet Anastasia Dualla & her team from Dee's Sweets and the king of charm, Samuel T. Anders from Sugar Pyramids. The two teams will only have 30 minutes to …"

"This is SUCH bullshit," Kara huffed as she turned off the feed. "I can't frakking believe we didn't make it to the finals. The whole thing is rigged. I'm willing to bet 100 cubits that that jock-turned-chef is banging that old judge, Laura whats-her-face. There's NO WAY his pink marshmallow frosting beats mine."

"Kara …" Lee said patiently as he tried to grab the remote.

She pulled away and started walking back to the kitchen, yelling over her shoulder. "Don't 'Kara' me Lee. You know I'm right. C'mon, admit it. You seriously think that ex-girlfriend of yours makes a better Ambrosia lemon cupcake? You taught her everything she knows!"

Lee followed slowly, admiring the way her black lace underwear peaked out the top of her jeans. They’d been eliminated from the competition last night and had gotten good and drunk before coming over to his place. One drunken food fight and two tubs of vanilla strawberry icing later, they’d passed out on his couch sticky and sated.

He walked in the kitchen and leaned against the door frame, watching as she measured out ingredients, frowning in concentration. Her lithe frame, the way her blond hair swayed with every move, and her hands as she expertly mixed the flour and sugar just mesmerized him. When she absently licked some icing off her finger, Lee felt it right in his groin and with a moan, walked over and grabbed her from behind.

Nuzzling her neck, he reached over and dipped a finger in the mix. “I have an idea. Why don’t we just forget about those two hacks and see if you can teach me something new today?”

6. Won from

angelicalangie

(http://s784.photobucket.com/albums/yy126/scifishipper/BSG/?action=view&current=oldschoolkissmefilmstrip.jpg)

Edited Date: 2011-04-10 12:50 pm (UTC)