The roof, Monday night (after midnight until rather late)

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia lay on her back in the middle of the roof, staring up at the sky. Her hangover was, thankfully, long gone, and the ache in her shoulder seemed to be heading off to find it.

For once, she didn't have any music or her guitar or any brownies of anything up here, she was just lying on her back and staring up at the sky and letting her mind wander to whatever places it might go in its . . . wandering.

Or she might be taking a nap with her eyes open.

[ooc: open if you'd like to find the gal on the roof]

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[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shrugged. "Yeah. It's okay, though, I've had sixteen years to get used to it."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Well, you'll totally be safe if there's ever an invasion of Pirates from Penzance

"Gosh," Cally said. "I... Wait, you met your dad while here? Is he one of the teachers?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shuddered. "Dios, no. Do you remember that weird 'dentist' convention awhile back?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Your dad is a dentist?" Cally asked, a little confused.

[nadiathesaint]

"No, but he might have been pretending to be one? He said he worked for the CIA. I think. Sort of. The whole weekend is kind of a blur, now."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally scratched her head. "So your dad is a spy?" she asked. "That's... kind of neat."

[nadiathesaint]

"Apparently my mom was, too. Or is. Or something. For the KGB. It's funny, I was actually interested in spies before I ever knew that. It's . . . in my blood or something, I guess."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Heh. Kind of like how my dad was a mechanic, and I want to grow up to be a dentist."

Cally paused.

"Okay, maybe the mold doesn't exactly fit."

[nadiathesaint]

"You want to be a dentist?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Cally said. "No way in frak I'll be able to afford dental school, but yeah."

[nadiathesaint]

"Maybe you could get a scholarship, or something."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"I kind of doubt it," Cally said. "It's probably going to be the fleet, for me."

[nadiathesaint]

"A fleet of stuff like that?" Nadia looked back over at the viper. "I can think of worse ways to end up. . . ."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Bigger ones," Cally said. "Those are just the fighter ships. You should see a Battlestar. Huuuuge. And on the plus side, we've not actually had to fight a war in years, so there's no risk of anything really going wrong."

[nadiathesaint]

Wasn't that the sort of thing people said just before things went horribly wrong?

"That's great, then. A lot more interesting than anything I'd probably end up doing."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"If you ended up becoming a spy?" Cally said. "Way more interesting than cleaning and upkeeping Vipers and Raptors all day. Heck, most Specialists sweep the floors and clean the toilets."

[nadiathesaint]

"Most agents sit around and sift through computer files most of the time, these days."

As far as she could tell, anyway. Unless they were Perth Tristow.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Yay hum-drum life," Cally said, putting the socket wrench back in her toolbelt with a yawn. "I think this conversation has actually cured me of my insomnia."

[nadiathesaint]

"Glad I could help."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally smiled. "You have fun with your thinking," she said, standing up. "Thanks, though."

[nadiathesaint]

"Any time. Next time, I will try to be more boring for you."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"It was so not boring," Cally said. "I didn't mean it like that!"

Course, she was already headed down the stairs at that point.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia just grinned. "Night, Cally!"