milliways_bar | Entries tagged with laura roslin

[Immediately after this....]

The front door cracks open.

"... right now, Madam President?" There's the faintest hint of alarm in Hoshi's voice, quickly controlled.

"I don't see any reason to wait, do you, Lieutenant?"

"No, Madam President."

Lieutenant (Junior Grade) and Senior Officer of the Watch Louis Hoshi pushes the door all the way open and braces to attention at the side of it, holding it for the woman who walks through after him.

Laura Roslin is moving slowly, with a tightness to the corners of her mouth that belies a certain degree of pain, but she's clearly determined for all of that.

As soon as she's inside, Hoshi closes the door, signals the nearest waitrat, and hurries to pull out a chair at a vacant table for Roslin.

Shortly afterward, the two of them are seated across from each other. Roslin has a cup of tea, and Hoshi a cup of coffee. Both appear to be watching the room.

(For some reason, Hoshi's a lot more tense than Roslin is.)

[ooc: tag either or both!]

neverbelievedintheend

Los Angeles is still standing.

That fact is the main reason Stacker Pentecost's throbbing headache isn't significantly worse. They lost Mammoth Apostle in the city's defense, and Yamarashi's corpse and blood are scattered over half the port of Long Beach, but Gipsy Danger is still operational, the Becket brothers are still alive, and Los Angeles is still standing.

Right now all he wants is to sit down somewhere quiet and listen to soothing, meaningless noises. What he gets instead is Milliways. He pauses two steps inside the door, absolutely still for a moment; then, with an exhalation that isn't quite up to the task of being a sigh, he turns to scan his surroundings.

Well. Even if this isn't the Academy, he'll manage. He should be able to get a drink without too much trouble.

[OOC: At the moment, Pentecost is in his Pan-Pacific Defense Corps uniform, with an additional emblem indicating his current status as pilot instructor at the Jaeger Academy.]

presidentpythia

[OOM:

Since there is no soundness in me for myself, there is no hope for me of myself.
My soul is disquieted on account of myself....

--Augoustinos Aurelius]

mr_gaeta

[OOM:

Today, our journey is at an end.]

(Spoilers for and some dialogue from BSG 4x12, "Revelations," and 4x13, "Sometimes a Great Notion.")

mr_gaeta

[OOM:

Two months ago, the mission to find Earth branched out onto a ship called the Demetrius.

It didn't quite go as planned.]

(Spoilers for and some dialogue from BSG 4x05 - 4x09, "The Ties That Bind" through "Guess What's Coming to Dinner?")

presidentpythia

[OOM:

"You believe in that, right?"

"With all my heart."

]

mr_gaeta

[OOM:

"There are far worse things than being a traitor. Aren't there, Felix?"

(Spoilers for and some dialogue from BSG 3x13, "Taking a Break From All Your Worries," and "The Face of the Enemy" webisode series.)]

presidentpythia

[OOM:

I. The Eye of Jupiter.
II. Honor your father and your mother.
III. Life here began out there.
IV. A sign of things to come.

(Spoilers for and dialogue from BSG 3x11, "The Eye of Jupiter," and 3x12, "Rapture.)]

[tinytag: Louis Hoshi]

presidentpythia

It takes Laura Roslin under two minutes in the conference room to realize that if she stays there listening to Gaius Baltar trying to convince everyone of the need to find some accommodation between them and the Cylons, she's going to do something she'll regret.

Then again, perhaps she wouldn't regret it, but as the President of the Colonies, she can't act solely for herself -- something Baltar never learned.

Roslin turns the conference over to Adama and walks steadily from the room without looking back, ignoring Baltar's rising shouts.

The door clangs shut behind her. She keeps going.

Two minutes later she walks into Milliways, and heads straight for the nearest available booth.

presidentpythia

It's been a long, long time. Even before New Caprica, she'd been so busy with preparing for the election and other things that she hadn't felt that she could take the time away from everything that needed to be done.

And then had come New Caprica, and the planetary settlement, and so much else besides.

But now things have changed once again. Almost her first act following her reinauguration had been to issue the decree of amnesty, in hopes of helping to repair the shattered relationships and broken trust between so many people. She could have shaken Zarek when she found out what he'd authorized, even while understanding why he'd felt it necessary. Still, he was wrong, because one thing hasn't changed, after all -- they're going to have to work together to survive until they reach Earth.

And they will reach it. Laura Roslin is both absolutely determined and sure of that.

It's part of why she's made the time tonight to try the closet door in her quarters, and when it opens onto the end of the universe, her reaction is one of delighted relief.

"Oh thank gods. It's still here."

mr_gaeta

[OOM:

How to move forward (if not, perhaps, move on).]

mr_gaeta

[OOM:

I. The names on the list.
II. Have hope. We're coming for you.
III. Woman king, sword in hand.
IV. The boy with the bubblegun.
V. Exodus.

(Spoilers for and most dialogue from BSG 3x02, "Precipice," and 3x03-3x04, "Exodus.")]

presidentpythia

[OOM: Making connections.]

mr_gaeta

[OOM:

It's an education all around back on New Caprica.]

mr_gaeta

[OOM: Stop me if you've heard this one before: so a Presidential aide and a former President talk about a bar...]

It might not be any more real than Cloud Nine's environmental dome had been, but the outside here is...actually pretty nice.

(A lot nicer than New Caprica's climate, Gaeta has to admit to himself.)

He hasn't taken off his jacket, but he's conceded to unbutton it fully as he sits down near the lake shore. The rock he's picked is flat, faintly sloping, and warmed through by the sun; Gaeta places both palms against it and tips his head back, closing his eyes for a moment to take in the fading sunlight.

Years on a battlestar, years to come on a cold, rainy planet with perpetually gray skies -- no wonder his small smile's bordering on reverent.

smart-house.livejournal.com

It's a good day.

SARAH's door appears, right next to her sign affixed by Ray Stantz:

The door to the right of this sign, and the rooms behind it, are part of SARAH, a self-aware house and machine intelligence. SARAH is fond of visitors, human and otherwise, and welcomes meeting new people. She is not paranormal or supernatural in any way that I can tell.

-Dr. Raymond Stantz, Ghostbusters

But more than that?

She's going to have residents. The new Sheriff!

"I really must tell Doctor Fargo I want to rearrange the living room," SARAH says to no one in particular, voice echoing up from the concrete stairway beyond her steel door.

presidentpythia

She'd tried so many times to get here during the crisis, to see if there was something, anything, that could be brought back to help. Each time her closet door had opened on just that-- her closet.

But it's over now, and at least they now have water and the means to retrieve it, both. Roslin keeps reminding herself of this, repeating it over and over to herself like a mantra, even while facing the new crisis.

An election, in seven months. Never mind that the human race is struggling for its very survival, fleeing for its collective life-- somehow, she'll have to figure out how to manage an election.

If she's even still alive to see it. If the cancer hasn't killed her by then.

Roslin sighs and opens her closet, only to find that it leads to the strange bar again.

"This would have been much more helpful two days ago."

Still, a few minutes' peace now wouldn't go unwelcomed either, and so she steps through the door.

callsignhusker

[The meeting with the President doesn't go well.

What comes after is even worse.

Warning for violence in the second link.]

notagod-apollo.livejournal.com

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. Like anyone's surprised.))

puckishly.livejournal.com

At another booth, quite removed from Lilly's, Puck is in the process of coaxing Girlbaby and Boybaby into eating some quantity of unidentifiable fruity mush. Personally, he doesn't see what's wrong with starting them on ale, but apparently the mush is preferable.

The kids still don't have names, but the contest is ongoing; Puck is optimistic.

(Personally, he still likes Raspberry and Beret.)

"Oh, do cooperate," he says with a mournful pouty face that makes Boybaby giggle. "I like it little better than you do, but you really must keep up your strength if you're ever to graduate to a better repast."

And, because he is a cheater, he startles Boybaby by conjuring up a spider out of a used napkin, then pops a spoonful of mush into his mouth before the kid realizes what's going on.

:D?

[OOC: Hey, have to wake up early tomo-- today ... slowtimes are love I heart you all?]

collects_ears

There is a bartender.

There are drinks to be had.

If you order one, he'll be pleased to make it for you.

"Tonight's drinks are Chocolate Cake #2, P.S. I Love You, Wedding Anniversary and Wedding Belle Cocktail".

There's conversation to be had.

presidentpythia

Her hands are trembling, she notes, and when she looks in the mirror Roslin sees that her face is drawn. "I look like--"

A dying woman. She stops that train of thought quickly.

"--a crone."

They've just finished the two hundred and fifteenth jump and restarted the countdown clock. She'd made an excuse to Billy and stepped into the privacy of her quarters for a few minutes, to splash some water on her face in an attempt to wake herself up.

It's been days on end, and the Cylons just keep coming. Every thirty-three minutes, like clockwork. Like the machines they are.

Of course, machines don't need sleep.

Roslin sighs and goes to her closet to get out a change of clothes. What she doesn't yet know as she reaches for the door is that the constant, rapid FTL jumps have combined with an undetected instability left as a lingering side effect from the pseudo-explosion that Apollo had triggered to open a small pocket in the fabric of space and time.

Give that she's just opened her closet door on a bar instead of her second dress suit, however, it may not take her too long to figure that out.

callsignhusker

[OOM: Saul Tigh gets his wife back. The President of the Colonies thinks Adama is a Cylon.

Neither of these things is particularly better than the other, though at least one of them isn't a long-term problem, judging by a conversation late that day.]