Three diary/log/margin entries
For the battleship! We've got a dear diary, a note to the galley, and a list of ideas. Each one is a little over 100 words.
Dear Diary,
Another day, another call from the CAG asking me to do a late-night shuttle run from Colonial One to Galactica. At least this time the Prez managed to remember to tell me whether she’d be headed back the same night or the next day. “No need to schedule a return trip until tomorrow, Lieutenant,” she said. I tried not to notice the blush creeping across her face or the fact that her blouse had one less button fastened than usual as I helped her down to the deck.
When I got back to the duty locker, everyone was playing Triad and looked up at me expectantly when I walked in. “Another day, another presidential booty call,” Hot Dog announced with a wink. I gave a brief nod, and money changed hands.
xoxo, Racetrack
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Note to galley re: Presidential preferences. Please keep on file.
President does not like Gemenese cuisine, noodles, or algae creamer (but I do, so keep bringing that with coffee in the mornings). Preferred breakfast: algae omelet. Preferred dinner: algae loaf with side of Tauron hot sauce.
Tea: Algae tea does not taste good. Tea does not need to contain protein. Please find something else to steep when I order hot tea for the President. I don’t drink tea, so if I order it, please assume it is for the President.
Booze: Please include Presidential ration of liquor along with mine each week. We share.
-WJA
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Date ideas. Discuss feasability/advisability with Tory.
Observation deck. (too cliche?)
Tylium ship visit. (too industrial?)
Interrogate Baltar. (we did end up in his rack afterward, last time)
Viper ride. (can two people fit in one of those things?)
Raptor ride. (way less exciting but at least we’d have more space to enjoy the privacy)
Boxing lesson. (gym smells gross but Bill smells good. might even out)
Work on Bill’s model ship. (I could paint. Or help him put it back together, depending on whether he’s smashed it recently or not.)
Ask for help in procuring a new bed for my quarters. That weird arm thingy that goes around the side and back of my cot is putting a crick in my neck every night. (too obvious?)
Dear Diary,
Another day, another call from the CAG asking me to do a late-night shuttle run from Colonial One to Galactica. At least this time the Prez managed to remember to tell me whether she’d be headed back the same night or the next day. “No need to schedule a return trip until tomorrow, Lieutenant,” she said. I tried not to notice the blush creeping across her face or the fact that her blouse had one less button fastened than usual as I helped her down to the deck.
When I got back to the duty locker, everyone was playing Triad and looked up at me expectantly when I walked in. “Another day, another presidential booty call,” Hot Dog announced with a wink. I gave a brief nod, and money changed hands.
xoxo, Racetrack
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Note to galley re: Presidential preferences. Please keep on file.
President does not like Gemenese cuisine, noodles, or algae creamer (but I do, so keep bringing that with coffee in the mornings). Preferred breakfast: algae omelet. Preferred dinner: algae loaf with side of Tauron hot sauce.
Tea: Algae tea does not taste good. Tea does not need to contain protein. Please find something else to steep when I order hot tea for the President. I don’t drink tea, so if I order it, please assume it is for the President.
Booze: Please include Presidential ration of liquor along with mine each week. We share.
-WJA
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Date ideas. Discuss feasability/advisability with Tory.
Observation deck. (too cliche?)
Tylium ship visit. (too industrial?)
Interrogate Baltar. (we did end up in his rack afterward, last time)
Viper ride. (can two people fit in one of those things?)
Raptor ride. (way less exciting but at least we’d have more space to enjoy the privacy)
Boxing lesson. (gym smells gross but Bill smells good. might even out)
Work on Bill’s model ship. (I could paint. Or help him put it back together, depending on whether he’s smashed it recently or not.)
Ask for help in procuring a new bed for my quarters. That weird arm thingy that goes around the side and back of my cot is putting a crick in my neck every night. (too obvious?)