Some might say the black two-piece she's wearing is almost modest for her standards, but it's retro , right? And she's already worn her usual bathing suit to a party that wasn't so long ago. It was...with the same scarlet she wore on her lips. She doesn't know why her stomach is fluttering now that she's in the elevator, but the ride down to the pool seems much shorter than it should be

Ain't a pool party without board shorts, right? If there weren't gonna be kids there he'd skip the special swim trunks Weetzie made for him entirely, but gettin' arrested for corrupting a minor ain't exactly... Only one person that ought to be. "Can't a man get dressed in peace and quiet no more?" There's a grin on his face as he opens his door wearin' nothing but the board shorts and a pair of flip-flops

He's been, in general, steering clear of alcohol (at least the hard stuff) since that night up on the roof with Starbuck; he doesn't need another hangover like that. But he still finds that one of the...his hands or somebody else's, on quiet nights in Afghanistan, that used to be dragged out to sing campfire songs for the Athosian kids when they all still lived on Lantea. Funny how things change

No more dreams: he's detemined. That the memory should have been so strong is tacitly unfair, but there is nothing fair about life or love or war or the struggle for power. There may be no ship for him... but he's missed her the past several nights and as he promised himself, that would be remedied. When it suits him, he's actually quite adept at following orders. Especiallly when they're his own

It's getting harder and harder for him to walk around this place with a smile on his face. He both is and isn't sure how things went so badly, but they did and it seems like there isn't much of anything...for a 6'2 man to simply disappear into the woodwork, but he can be pretty good at it when he sets his mind to it. Julia, however, always seems to know how to find him. He's counting on that today

A few weeks ago she had herself convinced that thinking about calling Gren hadn't become part of her nightly routine. She thinks about it even more now than she did before, and she has less reason to...remember ever being that girl. For the first time, almost feeling betrayed by herself, she picks up the phone to call. She hangs up, her heart stuck in her throat, before the second ring is done

One of the first times they spoke, the Lieutenant mentioned to him that in his spare time the commander of her Galactica built model ships. It's something he's never done, but in his last foray to the...the one lesson he knows only too well is that it's always best to start at the beginning. On the table sits a pad of paper; it's filled with scribbles and notations in his own more familiar alphabet

He's been back for a couple days now and has kept to himself during that time. He needed that time to think about things. Weiss already knows what is going on but not all the details. What Manx said is...a poster (or many of them) for a pool party coming up on the 30th. He's attended the other parties but he thinks he'll skip out on this one. It's not as easy to hang near the back at a pool party

On a visit with Spike to an asteroid about twenty minutes away she discovered a farmer's market. Open 10:00am to 2:00pm , the signs say, April to October , and it's quickly become her favorite place...perched on top of her head, she carries in each hand a plastic bag full of apples and peppers and Martian peaches and asteroid-grown corn and strips of grass-fed Tijuana beef perfect for homemade fajitas

He is not yet certain when it will be time to return home. Pieces are falling into place for him. He's studied, in his own way, the life of the city here. He's fought for the protection of the hotel....there this evening, a bag slung over one shoulder, his habitual suit replaced by a light shirt, jacket, and track pants. It may be getting late for some, but for Bruce, the night is just beginning