BSG Secret Hobbies Challenge 2010
Ever been convinced that in his spare time, Admiral Adama tends orchids? That when Starbuck wasn't painting the nebula on her apartment wall, she spent her time fly fishing? That Lee has a secret history as a break dancer?
Then you need to participate in millari and trovia's
BSG SECRET HOBBIES CHALLENGE
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Then you need to participate in millari and trovia's
BSG SECRET HOBBIES CHALLENGE
( Read more... )
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It started with holodecks.
Actually, it started with Racetrack and Skulls finding Earth. Because if anybody would.
Naturally, they were beamed onto a Starfleet ship before they could as much as panic. Numerous interrogations later, they found themselves free to walk the ship. Overwhelmed, they found the bar, booze calling out to them. Except.
Doom came with one friendly, “No, we don’t have ethanol or brothels. We have holodecks.”
One explanation and one thorough personal inspection later, Skulls said, “Come on. We’ve gotta jump back to the Fleet.”
It ended with Racetrack saying, “Who?” in a daze, without turning around.
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Actually, it started with Racetrack and Skulls finding Earth. Because if anybody would.
THIS IS TOTALLY TRUE.
Doom came with one friendly, “No, we don’t have ethanol or brothels. We have holodecks.”
I can totally picture how their faces fell when they heard this. :D
Also, your icon is so much win, and I don't even know for sure who those two are. Is that O'Brien and Bashir??? Are they in a teepee? A Zeppelin? WTF?
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That's O'Brien and Bashir in the holodeck, but I've got no idea what they were playing. I think WWI pilots maybe?
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“Madame President, I didn’t know you cooked.”
Laura jumped and gave him a slightly guilty look. “I don’t cook. I bake. If it doesn’t have sugar in it, I’ve no idea how to make it. What gave me away?”
“It’s always the night before your doloxen treatments.”
“Baking relaxes me.”
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Great job! Glad you came out to play. :)
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The laptop was contraband. Louis had removed the wireless card, but Adama would have conniptions over it even existing. Louis didn’t care. There was little enough left for them to enjoy. He was keeping this.
Louis sat back in the rack, Felix between his legs, back resting against his chest. He closed the curtains shutting out reality. Louis hugged Felix closer and clicked ‘play’.
They fled into movies with wizards, warriors, unicorns, swords, and magic; where heroes always won; good always prevailed. For two hours each night, they lived in worlds where hope still existed; worlds never touched by Cylons.
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This was great.
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Bundles of embroidery floss, carefully untwisted from six strands and rewound on plastic skeins in two strand batches lined the top tray of the box. A small tube held tapestry needles of various sizes. Lifting the tray revealed a layer of hoops, patterns, and fabric.
Skulls picked up his current project. After a careful count, he resumed stitching the dark green leaves. He switched to brown for the branches, then a variety of pinks, reds, and yellow for the blossoms frequently checking his pattern.
“Skulls!” Racetrack peered in. “Oh, cool.”
“It was supposed to be your birthday present,” he complained.
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I don't know what I think is sweeter - that Skulls was making it for her birthday or that Racetrack thought such a present would be so cool. :)
A nice hobby for Skulls. Great drabble.
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Love that racetrack thinks it's cool.
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“What do you like to do when you’re not remaking the world?”
A curious, post-coital Gaeta.
“You mean besides this.” He stroked his hand along a bare hip.
“Yes, I mean besides sex.”
“Hmm, I used to like poetry.”
“Poetry?”
“‘When you are old and gray and full of sleep…’” he started.
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