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[If what its like is that Kara isn't actually listening to him and is doing whatever she wants, then Lee is relieved to know that at least that much hasn't changed.

Lee doesn't want to enjoy kissing Kara but its practically impossible. She is getting away with her distraction and he knows it. He runs his hands up her back, keeping her close until they have to stop for breath.

...And then he keeps pressing the issue. Because that's what Lee does.]

And what happened to you and Sam then?

[The kissing? Always great. The pressing an issue and not letting it go? Not so much. It's only because Lee was responsive in the first place that gets any kind of frank, non-sarcastic answer from Kara. Which she accomplishes while resting her forehead against Lee's.]

He's around. [Good for a frak when she's of a mood. Sometimes.] I made a vow in the sight of the gods. I can't divorce him. [Can't. Won't. Same difference, right?]

Look... I don't want to talk about Sam right now.

[Which she demonstrates by tracing her fingers along Lee's still bare chest.]

Around? What the frak does that mean?

[Lee does not like what he's hearing, especially that part about vows and divorces. He didn't need to think about it very hard to realize that back home he's helping her commit adultery. That's just fantastic.

Some part of him wonders what it was like, finally managing to have his night with Kara Thrace. The rest of him is disappointed in himself for apparently not holding her to a higher standard and saying no. It's complicated, like every step of their relationship has always been.

It should come as no surprise that he looks entirely disgruntled.]

You don't want to talk about him in the same way you didn't want to talk about him that time on Galactica?

[Namely when she'd come on to Lee and then assured him all she wanted was a meaningless hook-up, not him.]

I'm not the same person I was when I married him.

[Her time spent in the Cylon prison did a hell of a number to frak her up worse than she already was to begin with. Kara's jaw locks with irritation. The direction this conversation is going is the reason why she didn't want to talk about Sam in the first place. Totally killed the mood. That and she can't stand actually facing her personal failures.

She pushes away from Lee, roughly, and storms across the room.]

I don't want to talk about him because he's not here. What the frak does it matter anyway? Sam has nothing to do with us. Only there is no us because you keep doing this.

[And because when they almost were together, she ran off and married Sam because it felt safer.]

Edited 2013-04-24 08:39 (UTC)

No, I'm fine.

[You didn't answer his question about your blanket fort, what are these evasive maneuvers--

And why is he still stuck, a blanket fort does not a bear trap make.

It's dark, but the pointed statement makes him look down awkwardly anyway. He wasn't avoiding Phoenix -- at least, not just Phoenix -- but that's not something he wants to get into, either. He's not sure, himself, what exactly he was thinking anymore.

It's been a while either way.]

I've been, ah, exploring. You've got an interesting way of saying hi, though.

[Gently trying to tug his foot free...?]

Oh.

[well, that would explain why this person ran right into her.]

What's your name? Need help getting somewhere? The dark doesn't bother me.

[she actually appreciates the lack of comment on her blindness. even when it's obvious to people they always still need to point it out! it doesn't make sense.]

Won't hurt to try, right? Give me a minute, I'll let you know when I'm ready!

( It's a good thing that in total darkness, the silent process of morphing can't create it's own sounds by the visual cues of how disastrously wrong it all looks. Within the minute and some she promises, Collette has gone from girl in her clothes in a wheelchair to bug buried in clothes and crawling out toward the edge of the chair. )

< All changed! Okay, heading for the ground first. No sudden urges to tap-dance allowed! >

Yeah, because you're getting in the way of people who might actually be trying to figure out what the hell happened here!

[He's not letting go, either. Although, now that he can almost make out a silhouette other than some amorphous flapping thing...]

...Aren't you that girl from before?

[ And what did Franziska do when she heard the falling and shrieking? She snickered. Fortunately (or unfortunately?) for Nanami, that made Franziska look down on her, which made her insults hurt less.

And it's back to work for her. She's not even going to look up. ]

It's too hot in my room. I won't turn into a crone for another seventy years, but if I do go blind, do find my little brother and slap him on the face for me.

A blanketfort. I see.

[ No, she doesn't. ]

Is this another one of your quaint Fey traditions, building blanketforts during blackouts?

[ Suddenly feeling very protective of her work, she pushes the pile of paperwork closer to her. ]

Nothing your puny intellect can ever hope to understand.

Getting us out of here. But first... [He claps his hands.] Let there be light.

[With a rush of energy that could be mistaken for a breeze, the cover of Ed's automail from his elbow to his hand flares bluish-white - not as bright as a flashlight would be, but still an almost painful contrast to the pitch darkness of a moment ago. The metal continues to glow after he takes his other hand away, casting rippling shadows against the elevator walls.

There. Just a minor but unnecessarily complicated structural adjustment that should take a few minutes before he needs to change it back. He can't remember if he's ever had a reason to deliberately transmute something as slowly as possible, but hey, at least his mechanic isn't here to complain. And if she were, they wouldn't still be trapped inside a damn broken-down old box, so it's all good.

It takes a few more seconds before Ed can open his eyes without immediately scrunching them back up, but once they've adjusted somewhat, he turns to squint around the elevator. The quiet but persistent crackling noise of the ongoing transmutation is already annoying him.]

Yeah, probably an outage. If there was major damage to the outside, you'd think we'd notice something...

[He pauses. ...Who is he stuck here with, anyway?]

[There is no protest when Kara stalks to the other side of the lounge. If anything, Lee is, in a twisted way, happy, because now they can have a proper stand off.]

Last time I checked it was you who said there was no us, never would be an us, and that you just wanted a quick lay.

[To emphasize his point, he points at her. Were they any closer, he would jab his finger into her sternum for effect. Lee is a bastard and he's more than willing to use Kara's own words against her. Granted, in her eyes those words are two years old and in his less than six months.

Crossing his arms, Lee has nothing else to say.]

Frak you! You have no idea what you're talking about.

[And now Kara's closed down on him too. She reaches over and picks up the sniper rifle she's put down when she came in, and slings it over her shoulder. She's hurt but like hell she'd admit that to herself, much less to Lee. Especially now.

She stalks towards the door, ready to leave and not look back, but she cannot resist the burning need to hurt him back, as she jerks it open.]

Least I'm not the one married to a toaster.

Oh don't I? I'm just saying what you tried to drill into my head!

[Lee has gone from being on the offensive to aiming to be downright mean. He feels confused and defensive, neither of which end up promoting reasonable behavior.

Especially not when it comes to Kara Thrace.

He's about to hurl something else angry and targeted but the words stop in his throat. Apparently he's married? And to a Cylon?! Nope. Lee is just not signing on for believing that one yet.]

What the actual frak Kara?! That's the best you can come up with?

[Kara stops in the doorway and turns with a cruel smirk on her face. No point in disguising the venom in her tone either.]

Maybe next time you frak Dualla you should check her for a power button or a recharging port. Or you can always ask Helo for pointers when you go back.

[That's enough for Lee to see only red. It's a wonder he doesn't slam the door and break her fingers when he storms over.]

You know what Kara? Jealousy has always been unbecoming of you. Now its absolutely hideous.

Leave Dee out of this because she has nothing to do with it.

[She could have shown him a picture of twenty Dees and he probably would still accuse her of lying.]

Whatever floats your boat, Lee. [She glances down, pointedly at his crotch, then back up with a sardonic smile.] Or gets you off.

Oh right, she doesn't answer to Dee around here. Says her name is Max and that doesn't know anything about Cylons or the Colonies. Have fun with that.

[Which means, yes, Kara's been hiding that from him and now she just doesn't give a frak if she hurts him or not. It's a miracle she's not just slugged him in the face by now. Still might.]

[That's okay because when he bodily shoves Kara out the door, its a miracle he doesn't throw any punches either.]

Get the frak out.

[Lee's words are hard, cold, and he's just not in the mood. Especially if that was one of the many things she's known and refused to share?

The door he slams can hit Kara on the ass for all he cares. Once its closed, he can't restrain the growl rising in his chest. It culminates in punching the concrete block wall about as hard as he can and busting two knuckles open.

Smooth.]

[Allen takes another step back and shuts his eyes— opening them a split second later to blink hard at the space just left of Ed's arm as his eyes grow accustom to the light. When it no longer hurts to look, he gives Ed a once-over, raising an eyebrow at his right arm. He saw this guy as he entered the elevator. Another teenager, looks a bit older than he is (and vaguely, vaguely familiar, although perhaps he's mistaken.)

The glow isn't unwelcome, but the sound it's producing is worrisome.]

Is your arm all right?

[When the door shuts, Kara slams the butt of the rifle into it, just to let Lee know she's pissed. Because like hell she's letting him have the last word.

He can rot for all she cares. Frak his toaster wife's copy. Doesn't matter. ~~Only it does.~~ She stomps away, and bellows in rage.]

FRAK!

[Time to get smashed. Eventually she'll get around to checking what caused the power outage, but not until she's liquored up enough to forget Lee exists.]

[Voice in his head VOICE IN HIS HEAD

It's disconcerting!!, but she had warned him, so he shan't complain. The quiet rustle of cloth in the otherwise silent elevator is equally freaky. Did she really become a cockroach, is this a prank or a trick IS THIS REAL LIFE. He desperately wishes he could see right now.]

I'll stand still!

Why not just go outside, then?

[Nanami's banking a place in the city with power still on that she is also able to tolerate. A tall order, for sure, but something that hopefully isn't impossible to fulfill.

She stops reclining in her woeful position to sit up, leaning forward on her elbows until she's just slightly edging into Franziska's light.] That's not my job, either! What a cruel big sister; no wonder I haven't seen him around!

[He must not like her very much. Not that Nanami can blame him.]

< Thank you! >

( She can still hear/feel vibrations coming from Allen, but none of the throbbing, heavy ones of danger that tend to make her cockroach mind go haywire in a search for safety.

It likes this place. Dark, therefore difficult to find. Nothing much to eat, but plenty of interesting small movements in what might have otherwise been still air.

Shooting down the chair and plopping on the floor, Collette is off at top speed for the wall. Whatever one she hits, she follows to the corner, scaling upward with the surety of feet that found invisible footholds to pull a streamlined body up, up, up and away!

Into a light fixture, and a grating beyond it. She can't really walk on the ceiling, but careful maneuvering around the top of the wall where it joins to the ceiling. She keeps a running commentary for Allen's sake. )

< Okay, on the floor! Looking for the wall now. Geez, it's amazing what you can see without seeing anything! Oh, oh, that's the wall, that's definitely a wall. I'll look for a corner nex-- ha! Found it! Gotta climb up and see what I can feel out at the top. >

( She pauses in her chatter. )

< Hey, what's your name? >

[S

udden exuberance. She blinks, tentatively speaking to the darkness in the general area before her.]

My name is Lenalee, but- I wanted to see if I could find someone who might have a better idea than I what happened to the power.

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