Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Yup, it's Sunday morning, and once again Anders has a fresh pot of coffee brewing and is busy making pancakes for himself, Cally, and anyone else who wants to wander in. It's getting to be a little bit of an obsession with him lately, now that he's figured out he's pretty decent at it. The TV is on in the background and running ESPNews, and he's humming the USC fight song to himself. Not that he consciously recognizes it for what it is. He just thinks it's oddly catchy.

There is definitely, he thinks as he lavishly butters up a stack of pancakes, going to have to be a trip to the gym in order today.

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[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"Not too much," Ivanova replied lightly. "After all, it's their own fault for ignoring our very clear warnings. In fact, tourism back home was so good we set up a gift shop once. You could buy action figures of all the ambassadors and command staff. Human masks for aliens, alien masks for humans . . . tourists loved it."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Wow." He grinned. "Sounds a lot more interesting than the kind of tourism we get back home in Caprica. No aliens or anything, so you just get people from the other eleven colonies. 'course, some people say if you're from Tauron you might as well be an alien, but that's just people being mean. Someone tried to start up a souvenir line of Cylon action figures to sell at places that were big key locations from the war, but that didn't go over well at all."

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova worked her way through that, substituting 'Mars' for 'Tauron' and 'Minbari' for 'Cylon' and thought she got the drift. "Sometimes I wonder if the people who come up with these things realise how ridiculous they are."