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I'm now staying somewhere else. But if necessary, I can still be reached by the communication system. [If Dylan wants to announce where they're living, he can. But Mr. Paranoid Bastard isn't about to publicly give a location.]

As an aside, does anyone here know how to play chess or any other strategy games that might be available? Are there any musicians from the ship?

[He very desperately needs to learn about the local culture. There must be more than "the Authorities are terrible people and want to render us impotent". Survival situations or not, these people have lived here for a very long time and must have something unique and exclusive to them. They're obviously not barbarians or savages.]

Also, do either of the pilots of the ships that have crashed need assistance?

[Nietzschean style proclamation of friendly interest. He wouldn't offer if he didn't like them.]

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You still up for teaching me how to play?

[As always there's a hint of teasing in her tone.]

And just what kind of assistance were you offering, Commander?

I am.

[Well, if we're going to be teasing now.]

Whatever assistance you require.

[On a more serious note, though.]

If you're still having difficulties finding the parts, I would be glad to help you search.

Gotta track down my Viper first. That'll take an excursion out into the wilds. But I was thinking of looking into trying to get a hovercraft functional. So yeah, if you're up for a scavenge later, I'm your girl.

Right now, though? I'm more in the mood for games.

[There's a slightly harder, more challenging edge to her voice now.]

[Off on his end of the comm unseen, he raises one eyebrow high enough to make a Vulcan blush. He's never been one to back down from a good challenge.]

I'll meet you by the Flop and show you the rest of the way.

Sounds like a plan.

[When Rhade gets to the Flop, Kara will be waiting outside. She hasn't announced that she's moved yet, so this meeting place is as good as any. Tucked under her arm is a bottle of 'shine.]

[He shows up shortly, with his chess board under his arm. And then brows at the booze, but... well, if he's going to teach her chess, he can always teach her again if she gets so drunk she forgets. She seems to holder her booze well usually, though.]

You look perturbed. [He is a man that would use the word "perturbed".]

[She raises a brow at him in return.]

What makes you say that? And weren't you gonna show me the way?

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[He nods. He was going to stop and talk, but- well, perhaps talking wasn't of interest at the moment. He gathers himself up and... steals a drink first. Because it's there.]

This way. Have you noticed anything interesting lately?

Depends on what you call interesting.

[She was off her crutch now, so she followed him easily, keeping pace.]

Seems like nowhere is exactly private anymore.

I generally don't expect anywhere to be, but it seems culturally unusual for you.

[And that's his way of sharing concern. She can say something back and explain. Or she can find better ways of distracting herself.]

Your leg is better.

[She shrugs casually, her gaze constantly shifting around. There'd better not be any animals following her today.]

Back on Galactica there wasn't a lot of it. I was sharing quarters with at least a half dozen other people. You get creative after a while. Learn where the quietest places are on the ship.

[There's a long pause where Kara debates whether to fill him in or not. It's a tough call. She's not big on dealing with the emotional crap. In the end, she just moves on to his observation, flicking him a brief smile.]

Yeah. It's finally coming right. I'm getting back to my morning jog routine. Too much sitting around on my ass.

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I would have been insufferable. I hate injuries and my boredom equals me having to look for ways to entertain myself in people. It's fortunate I heal fast or I probably would have had no wives at all after certain Magog attacks.

Oh, believe me, I've been insufferable. Entertain yourself in people? That's an odd way to phrase it. Care to elaborate on that, commander?

[Have an amused glance your way, Rhade.]

I was gonna ask you about that. Three wives, huh? Didn't take you for the settling down type. Guess looks can be deceiving.

Being married to us isn't exactly the contract of ownership that it is in some other cultures. A woman decides she likes a man's genes, proposes that they make a child, and he accepts if he wants to. Then they're dually responsible for raising that child, and him with keeping her pleased so that she doesn't leave him. The union is for benefit of genes rather than property.

[He's a little cynical on other cultural ideals of marriage, but still accepted being the best man at Dylan's wedding. He doubts that agreement counts for much, now. Dylan's fiancee is three hundred years in the past and- well... he knows what Rhade is, too.

He quickly changes his line of thought.] I like to debate. [And he's been told more than once that it's one of his more annoying habits.]

The twelve colonies have differing local customs, but generally marriage is a sacred rite, passed down to us by the gods. A way of honoring our ancestors and our future generations. It's continuing the never-ending cycle of life. Not something to be entered into lightly. I don't think genes or property ownership come into it much. I got engaged once, but--

[Her expression falters and she looks off to the side. Gods, she doesn't want to be thinking about Zak right now. She latches on to his change of subject.]

So, you enjoy debating. I get my kicks out of verbal sparring too sometimes, but I'm a more of skirmisher. I hit hard and fast, aiming for the kill, then I get the hell outta there.

We don't have gods. [But they're frequently named for them.] So our marriages are entirely about the well-being of our offspring. ...Though don't get me wrong, I do love my wives. All in different ways. And I suppose I must have done something right for them to choose me.

[He scruffs a hand over the back of his head.] I do that, too. But if I'm laid up? [Yes, he'd make an absolute pest of himself. He knows he would.]

We've actually been fixing up the inside of the building we moved into, so it's not all that bad.

Me and the having children thing? Not a good mix.

[For a lot of reasons. Most of which are deeply personal.]

If I make it through a week alive, it's pretty much cause for celebration on the Galactica. Can't take the time out for a family when we've got a dwindling supply of qualified fighter pilots protecting the fleet.

[She glances over at him again and then chuckles.]

Now you make me wanna see you like that. All laid up and ornery.

[Then she nods.]

I moved out too. Still in the process of fixing it up, though. Maybe I'll steal some ideas from you.

You must be kept busy. [But he huffs a quiet laugh at being laid up. He could imagine how quick it would be before any one of them became tired of him. It's almost a challenge- but not one he's eager to undertake. He'd rather last as long as he could here in one piece- who knew when his advantages might be necessary.]

Dylan's managed a lot of work. [Though they're both particularly busy bodies.] Smile at him properly and I'm sure he'd do half the work for you.

[He wonders about her being engaged but... out walking doesn't seem like the right time to ask. He'll do it when they reach the building, which is just up ahead and he leans over close to her to point it out.]

[Kara nods, reaching up to run her fingers over her dog-tags again. She misses it, as frakked up as it sounds.]

After the initial attack? We were running from the Cylons, using our FTL drives to jump to new coordinates. But they always found us. Every thirty three frakking minutes. That went on for five days. We'd jump, then try to get our FTLs spinning up again while we waited. They'd ambush us, like clockwork, until we found out how the hell they were tracking us. All the pilots had to take stims and were on constant rotation.

You do not wanna to see me hopped up on crazy pills. Busy doesn't even begin to describe it.

[She notices him leaning closer and flashes him a smirk.]

I've been known to give pretty good smile. Plus, you can say this was a housewarming gift to butter him up.

[Kara hands him the bottle of liquor, which is still pretty much full.]

It sounds intense. [And dangerous. He remembers how much she resented the Cylons, how afraid she was of them. Afraid, or angry. Maybe some of both. She's volatile. But that makes her interesting and intense. Someone that he would like to be around more.

Not the most healthy line of thought, but neither is the most healthy person. He simply hides his bad genes well, behind a charming and mischevious smile that he flashes at her as he accepts the bottle and gives her a friendly hug around her shoulders.]

I'll do everything in my power to keep from seeing you hopped up on "crazy pills", so long as you watch my back as well.

[Because he knows what horrors are. He's seen them, tearing through people, using them as food and incubators. They aren't here, but sometimes you just need to know that someone is looking out for you. Maybe even it's just a comfortable alliance, it still feels better than being "alone".]

And I'll pass on the message. [Because Dylan is a funny drunk.]

[The hug kinda takes her by surprise and Kara involuntarily tenses for a second or two before forcing herself to relax again. She's not used to open displays of affection, but well familiar with physical punishment coming without warning; a symptom of the kind of childhood she grew up in. Every now and then it still creeps up on her. She hates that it does and so compensates by playfully punching at his shoulder.]

As long as I get to watch the front too. But yeah, you need someone to make sure you're still alive when the dust settles, count me in. Then again, I tend to have crazy ideas when it comes to battle, even without the stims.

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[He smiles cheekily at her punch, not noticing the tension beyond a normal reaction.]

You should throw yourself into battle. Survival is one thing, but surviving is nothing if you don't take pride in fighting for it. [There's a note of pride in his voice.

When they reach the house (it's a smaller one near one of the wells, two bedrooms to keep Rhade and Dylan from wearing one another's company thin and already Dylan has been doing things like putting in new flooring and making the windows reasonable and not boarded up messes.

There is even a door of some synthetic material that managed to survive whatever battles happened here. He opens it to let her in.]

Trust me, there's plenty of pride in what I do. I didn't earn my Top Gun spot on the ship playing it safe. There's nothing that makes me feel as alive as I feel in the cockpit, chasing down the enemy and giving them a fiery death for frakking with us. Well, almost nothing.

[She'll quirk her eyebrow at him coyly. Two can play at that game. When they finally reach the house, she finds herself glancing around curiously and admiring what they've already done with the place.]

Wow. Impressive. You keep making me say that.

[He's still amused by "frakking"]

I'd love to see you try your hand at slipstream. As for the place, a lot of the work is Dylan's. I'm mostly the, "hold this down while I do this" type for him in this case.

[And to his room. Where there's a sleeping mat and a wooden flat converted to a futon, he puts the board in the middle of it.]

What's slipstream? Is it how you pilot your ship? And hey, that's still an important job, holding things down.

[Kara's a tactile person so she's already running her fingertips along the walls and any edges that come within reach. Touching any personal items he has lying around. It's clear that she's a snooper, but still manages to do it lightly, moving on quickly to the next new thing. She watches him start to set up the board on the bed. That makes her smirk again.]

That's some strategic placement there, commander.

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I'm good with spam! I just for some reason left you a psychic reply last night.

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