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2nd Floor Common Room (Tuesday)

Elizabeth had added her poster next to Parker's.

It was her only poster at the moment. There was no point in plastering the school with them if she decided not to run in the end.

Vote Elizabeth Weir as Junior Student Council Representative

She headed back to the corner table where she had started her jigsaw puzzle last week.

She looked distracted, and occassionally glanced across at the poster. Why was she running? Was it because she felt that she should?

[[Come and help with the puzzle, or, if anyone wouldn't mind trying to talk her out of this emo funk she's got herself into, that would be very much appreciated!]]

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"Lee! You're back! How was your trip?" Sam took a bite of apple, wiping off the end of her nose when it got apple juice on it.

Lee grins before the sinking feeling of "didn't something really weird occur last time I saw this woman?" washes over him quickly. He ignores it. Damnit. He's happy. "Sam! I didn't see you there!," he says, beaming. "My trip was pretty, er, traumatizing so let us speak of that no more. How was your break?"

Sam raised her eyebrows as she finished off the bite she was chewing. Traumatizing? That didn't sound good. Still, Lee didn't want to talk about it, so she'd respect that. "Boring. Very, very, very quiet."

She grinned, "Well, except for the squid hunting. That was fun. In case you're wondering, the pool appears to be giant squid free, and Callisto knows better than to swim in leather. We missed you."

"Boring?" Lee says, curiously. "I heard there was all kinds of drunken revelry going on a few days ago on the Eve of the Year or something like that. And Kara found out Parker's real name."

"You can swim in leather?" Lee asks, thinking about the logistics of that.

"New Year's Eve," Sam corrected, "and I wasn't drunk so much as I was tipsy. As for the revelry," she sighed, "it wasn't what I hoped it would be, so I left early. No New Year's Eve kiss for me."

"Parker's real name? What is it? How mad is she?"

Sam shook her head. "No, you can't. It gets all heavy and tight, which Callisto apparently already knew. She stripped it off before she dove in to save Rory, who'd been pushed in." She grinned. "This, was, ah, before we found out about the serious lack of squid."

"What's a New Year's Eve kiss?" Lee asks. "I'm sorry to have missed all the partying."

He looks very conspiratorially at Sam and whispers, "It's Maureen. And she didn't look too happy last night." He shrugs, hoping to catch up with her better today as it was a madhouse in the common room last night.

"So how many of you pursued this wild and wet beastie?" he asks, laughing.

"Well, it's another one of those silly holiday traditions, kind of like mistletoe," Sam explained, gesturing with her apple. "Basically, at midnight, right at the moment it changes to the new year, you kiss someone, and it's supposed to bring you good luck or mean you'll be together for the rest of the year, or something."

"Maureen, huh?" Sam smiled. "Pretty."

Sam thought about that. "Um, there were seven of us, I think--me, Jaye, Marty, Rory, Archie, Callisto, and Crichton. It was a good time, even if most of us did end up swimming in our clothes."

~~Lee ponders if gesturing with apples has anything to do with wormhole theory.~~ "Ah," Lee says, nodding.

"I think it suits her," he says, oblivious to the omg first name angst.

"And did you find the squid? And what did you do with it?" Lee asks, a bit confused at what really happened that night. Dun dun DUN DUN.

"You do?" Sam asked. "She seems more like a Parker to me."

"No," she said, laughing, "we never did find the squid. In fact, we have no idea where it is, but we know for sure it's not in the pool."

"But the endeavor was good fun, I hope?" he asks, sad that he missed the adventure.

Sam nodded. "Oh, yes. You'll have to come with us, if there's a next time."

"I like adventures!" he says impetuously.

"You're definitely in the right place then!" Sam smiled.

"Thank the gods," he quips. "I still feel so very frustrated at missing the zombie attack weekend. Alas."

"You and me both, Lee," Sam said. "It's like there was this huge bonding experience and I missed out on all of it."

"You weren't there either? Man," he says, shaking his head.

"Nope," Sam sighed, "I was in Colorado. Trust me, I would have rather been here fighting off the undead than being there."

Lee sighs. "Well, maybe there will be a next time."

"We can only hope, right?" Sam grinned, and elbowed him lightly. "And we're not sick, terrible people for thinking that way, either."

Lee vaguely remembers something -- "Yeah, weren't they in mortal peril of dying during that weekend? I guess we are a bit morbid. Hrm."

Sam coughed on a bite of apple and muttered something that may have been 'it's okay, you get used to it.' "Maybe a bit. But around here when aren't we in mortal peril from something?"

"Being constantly in mortal peril makes things more interesting, I suppose," and he laughs. So naive, so totally naive.

"Lee Adama!" Sam makes an exaggerated shocked face, happy to tease him for a minute. "You're nothing but an adrenaline junkie!"

Lee looks sheepish. "You caught me," he replies, a bit pink.

"But you're in training to be a pilot, right? Kinda goes with the territory...er, from what my dad said, of course."

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