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Open Air, Friday evening
There was one exclusive restaurant on Babylon 5, situated right over the hydroponics garden and thus the only part of the station not breathing recycled air. It drew the best chefs from across the known universe to its kitchen and reservations generally had to be made months in advance ( Read more... ) -
Babylon 5 (Ivanova's quarters), December 23rd, 2263
Ivanova groaned in relief when Blair and River were finally settled in their seperate guest quarters and the first round of introductions had been made. She loved having them around - well, she loved having Blair around and River wasn't bad company, really - but finally alone meant finally alone with Maia ( Read more... ) -
Babylon 5, Friday evening
Ivanova nervously paced the unloading dock of the station, waiting for Zathras's ship to clear checks and unload. Maia had handwavily called, almost in tears because there was another Parents Weekend and her mother couldn't make it. So in a panic to stop the tears she had invited her for the weekend. After she had sworn up and down that she would ( Read more... ) -
Ivanova's room, Tuesday evening
After returning from Theodoric's of York - ow, by the way, ow - Ivanova was left with the short but nonetheless depressing task of packing. She hadn't really done much unpacking to begin with, so it didn't take very long at all. That was perhaps even more depressing ( Read more... ) -
Ivanova's room, Saturday evening
It's not goodbye, it's 'see you later ( Read more... ) -
Ivanova's room, Thursday (for fandomhigh)
Ivanova breezed into her room, intending on a quick snack before she went right back out again.
Her computer had other plans.
"Incoming message from Babylon 5, from President John Sheridan, attention Susan Ivanova," it informed her calmly.
"Oh, shove it," Ivanova muttered from the interior of the fridge.
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Maia's room, Tuesday afternoon/evening (for fandomhigh)
Ivanova balanced the pizza box in one hand, the bottle of pop - she was not having alcohol anywhere near this evening, thank you very much - dangling from the fingers of the same hand as she raised a hand to knock at the door to Maia's room.
Let's try this again. -
Monologuing, etc. Workshop #4, Thursday morning
Ivanova glared at the world from behind dark shades, cradling an overly large waterbottle ( Read more... ) -
Ivanova's room, Friday (for fandomhigh)
Ivanova hadn't slept. And not in a good way. She had tossed and turned. She gotten up and paced. She had counted sheep. And she had done the one thing she didn't want to do - think ( Read more... )