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Post by Brie on Jan 19, 2007 14:36:37 GMT -6
"No, Amy, it's not that..." Brie paused. "Oh frack, Amy, tonight is the night I'm supposed to go out with Justin. Can you imagine that? Me, on a date? A real date too, actually leaving the Callisto. I've been trying to figure out how to get out of this. I even looked in his file to find some horrible thing is his past, of course his file is spotless. I am too fracking old for this...I have a full-grown daughter!" Brie sighed. "And I'm using that same daughter as an excuse to get out of something that terrifies me. Am I scum or what?"
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Post by Amy81 on Jan 22, 2007 8:33:19 GMT -6
"No" Amy replied, "not scum... closer to slime I would say." She broke into a smile. "I'm kidding. And you aren't too old either. What kind of talk is that? You're a survivor. You've taken more felgercarb than anyone has a right to and you are still standing, very much full of life and, I might add, a very attractive lady."
Amy sat up straight, leaning forward. "I think you should go. I want you to go. And relax. Have fun. A dinner date doesn't have to be any more than that if you don't want it to." A look crossed her face, sly and slightly devilish. "Just promise you'll spill all the juicy details when you get back!"
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Post by Brie on Jan 22, 2007 13:40:24 GMT -6
Brie grinned at her daughter. "We'll see." Something about the look on Amy's face reminded Brie of something. She stood up and went to her safe. She opened it and took out the contents, a small pack of photographs. She shuffled through them, looking for a specific one. "I've never shown you this before, for obvious reasons." Brie handed Amy the only picture that she had of her parents. "This is of your grandparents and me. I had just turned 3. It was a couple of sectons before they died. I was an adorable child." As Amy stared at the photo Brie wondered if she saw herself, the resemblance to her grandmother was remarkable. "You can see the rest of these if you want. There's a couple with Turner and me, and Charybdis is in one with us when he was a whole lot younger." Brie paused. "You actually met Turner once, when you were probably about 10. He volunteered to escort a cargo ship to the Agroship. He talked to you for a couple of centons before Elmer shooed him off, saying he didn't want pilots filling your head with felgercarb. You were 'his blood', and he would decide who you could talk to. Turner was the only one I ever told the truth to...until..." Brie let her sentence drop, she didn't want to think about what had happened on the Agroship. "I'm going to go grab a quick turbowash. Then will you help me get ready? I have no idea how to prepare for this type of thing."
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Post by Amy81 on Jan 22, 2007 13:50:50 GMT -6
"And I'm an expert at it, I guess" Amy laughed. "Go on, get cleaned up. I'd be honored to help you get ready." Amy smiled encouragingly. "I'll hang here and look at the pictures meanwhile. I have a lot of family history to catch up on, don't I?"
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Post by Brie on Jan 23, 2007 9:47:23 GMT -6
"Unfortunately I don't know all that much of the family history myself," Brie said with a sigh. "Most of what I know I've found in the public records. After my parents died I was told at the orphanage that there was no reason to look into the past, we needed to keep our eyes on the goal, which was sacrificing our lives in the war." Brie grinned. "It was a fun place to grow up." She stepped towards the bedroom door, she knew she was running out of time for her turbowash. "I'll be back in a few. Make yourself at home."
As Brie entered her bedroom she noticed that there were clothes spread out all over the place. Obviously Amy hadn't had time to put them away, hopefully she would while Brie was gone. She entered the turboflush room and almost slipped on the wet towels that were scattered across the floor. Brie wondered briefly if Amy was testing her, seeing how far her patience would go, but decided instead that her daughter just hadn't inherited the "neat-freak" gene. I hope this isn’t how she makes herself at home Brie thought as she turned on the water. It was cold. The hot water tank assigned to her quarters must have already been emptied.
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Post by Amy81 on Jan 23, 2007 16:04:38 GMT -6
Feeling a little hungry, Amy got up to see what Brie might have around to nibble on. She found some protein bars, taking one from the box and taking a bite. It was crunchy and tasted a little bland, but Amy's mouth watered anyway at the taste. She sat back down at the desk, taking another bite as she leaned over to pick up the pictures. Crumbs dropped to the desk as she grabbed the photos and sat back.
Amy stared at the photos, studying each one closely. She was vaguely aware of the noise of the turbowash in the background. Once she thought she heard Brie cry out, but was too busy concentrating on the photos to break away from them.
She paused for a moment, staring at the likeness that showed a younger Charybdis in it. She traced his face with a finger, reflecting for a moment. Then she flipped on ahead to the others.
She was particularly taken by the likeness that showed Brie and her mother. My grandparents, Amy thought over and over. As she looked, she could see herself in the features of them, and her eyes watered for a moment. My family...
Things suddenly went blank for a moment, and when she came to she found herself in the bedroom, standing outside the turbowash door. The turbowash was no longer running but she could hear Brie inside the small room. Getting her bearings Amy quietly left the bedroom, and could hear the wash room door open as she settled back in her seat by the desk...
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Post by Brie on Jan 24, 2007 9:44:38 GMT -6
Brie's quarters were spacious compared to most. There were two rooms. One side of the front room was her office, on the other side was a small couch, two fairly comfortable chairs, and the IFB monitor. The back room was the bedroom, which also had the entrance doors to the turboflush and the closet. Brie was lucky enough to have a window in her bedroom. She reentered her bedroom and couldn't help but notice the mess was still there. She glanced out her window, wondering if the Lords of Kobol were looking in, pondering how the room had become so untidy in such a short period of time.
Walking back out into the office, Brie immediately noticed that there were crumbs everywhere. "Did you have a nice turbowash?" Amy asked.
"I thought that you were supposed to take the cold turbowash AFTER the date," Brie mumbled to herself.
"What?" Amy asked.
"Oh, sorry," Brie replied. "I tend to talk to myself. You'll get used to it. The turbowash was......refreshing." Brie picked up the pictures that were now lying on her desk. She had half expected to find them covered with crumbs, but they were fine. She placed them back in her safe. "If you're hungry, you can have something brought in. One of the perks of leadership, I don't always have to go to the Mess. Just call them, tell them what you want, and say that it needs to be delivered to my quarters. Just to warn you, though, they know that I'm a vegetarian." Brie paused. "I wonder if Justin realizes that. Frack, I hope he didn't go and order something ahead of time..."
Amy grinned and shook her head. "Come here, Mom." It was obvious that Brie was nervous, something that Amy had never seen before. Brie sat down, took the towel off her head, and Amy started to comb out her hair. Absentmindedly, Brie wiped up the crumbs. Things already felt different than the last time they had roomed together. Of course they wouldn't be the same, the circumstances had changed drastically. But it was more than just the dirtying up of her quarters. Amy had changed. There was something about her, Brie couldn't quite figure out what it was. She supposed that it was because of all that Amy had been through, the mission and capture, the pregnancy, the on/off engagement, losing the baby, finding out that her best friend and CO was also her birth mother...who wouldn't change through all of that?
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Post by Brie on Jan 25, 2007 8:56:09 GMT -6
"Holt" was hard at work, mopping up the private dining rooms of the Starliner Alpha before the diners would show up. How he hated it! The rich and privileged of the fleet seemed to think that they were above everyone else. He would change things. Once he was finally in power he would make sure that those who currently had it would have it no more. If someone wanted special treatment they would have to earn it.
A man walked through the open door. Holt wasn't sure of his name and preferred to keep it that way, but the young man had proved useful as a messenger. His followers who knew that he was still alive were being extremely careful, inter-fleet communicating had ruined their last plan. The man said a simple sentence, "Look under T," before leaving again.
"Look under T," Holt repeated quietly to himself as he continued to mop. "What the frack is that supposed to mean?" He ran through a couple of possibilities in his mind. Mr. T, no that doesn't work. Master T, no that would make me Master P. Think, Pierce! What would be a good, strong, powerful name worthy of my son? Tiberius...Thor...Tony...Tut...Teal'c...Thaddeus...Tigger...Tarquin...Testosterone......now THAT would be an appropriate name for a son of mine! Holt tried to rush through his duties. As soon as the private rooms were done he could take his meal break in Challa's quarters and check for newborn boys whose name started with "T" her on computer.
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Post by Amy81 on Jan 25, 2007 12:55:17 GMT -6
"Your hair" Amy said as she combed, "it's so beautiful. I guess I never really looked before. It's still the same color as when you were younger." She'd stopped combing, feeling a few strands with her fingers. Her mind was far away for a moment, remembering the frightening vision the demon had shown her of Brie in that supply closet so long ago, and how Amy was unable to touch her friend, her mom, and offer comfort.
She realized she'd stopped combing, and set the brush down. She took a step back. "Beautiful", she repeated.
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Post by Brie on Jan 25, 2007 15:24:08 GMT -6
"It's strange," Brie replied. "I had started going gray. White, actually. But then all of a sudden they were all gone, my original color totally back. It makes no sense to me, but I'm not complaining." For a micron Brie thought she heard something, a deep laugh coming from inside her head. It almost sounded familiar, but how?
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