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17 June 2006 @ 10:37 am
[EVENT #1] CHOLERA OUTBREAK  
It has been two weeks since the exodus of the Twelve Colonies. The prisoners are one day away from finishing their goal: tomorrow, water will happily be distributed to the fleet and the shortage will be over...

Suddenly, a serious epidemic has hit the Gideon -- one of the fleet's heavy hauler transport vessels.



A group of dissenters are [withholding water] from the rest of the passengers by sealing themselves inside the vessel's water tank cabin. They are dehydrating the ship on purpose, believing that quick death in there is better than life out here. Not everyone on Gideon agrees, but nothing will change the group's mind.

The dissenters, calling themselves The Wringers, have contracted [cholera] inside the cabin and may infect the rest of Gideon if not helped. Though their plan has backfired on them, The Wringers nonetheless refuse to vacate.

The Wringers are highly-skilled craftsmen critical to running the Gideon: they cannot be allowed to die. The press is demanding medical attention for these doomed souls. The Marines must be sent in to quarantine the ill and bring them vaccination. Those most sick will need to be transported back to Galactica's medical lab. Risking exposure, Galactica cannot afford to lose any more sick officers. This is causing paranoia, especially amongst pilots who share beverages.

Meanwhile, amongst the ill, a mysterious woman is identified as Ellen Tigh -- wife of Executive Officer Colonel Tigh. When she awoke from her coma aboard the Gideon, Ellen had no idea where she was. Neither was anyone willing to believe her relation to the much-disliked XO of the much-disliked Galactica. They have treated her as another miserable stowaway.

And now she's stuck on a diseased ship. Will the cholera kill Ellen...or will her own frustration?




There are many events... And you have a plan.



Note: The Gideon is the same ship where Marines shoot and kill a few civilians during a riot. Reporter D'Anna Biers will later refer to this event as the "Gideon Massacre". Most people aboard the ship do not approve of Roslin as president.

Events are explained in detail [here].


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Six: profile with Baltarareyou_alive on June 23rd, 2006 08:04 pm (UTC)
In Baltar's office

Baltar muttered peevishly, "Cholera? Conspiracy or just people being stupid all on their own? Basic cleanliness shouldn't be beyond anyone in the fleet."

He had been alone, but he was hardly surprised when Six chimed in from behind his shoulder. "You don't need Cylons to cause problems like a cholera epidemic, Gaius. You've such fragile bodies and such limited minds, and you've lost your way. You do it all to yourselves."

Gaius stared angrily forward, pretending indifference to Six's sudden presence. "Why don't you just leave us be, then?"

Her face grew stern. "Because you'd do so well on your own?" She softened, and twined an arm around his neck from behind, caressing his cheek. "You know God has a plan for you, Gaius--why won't you listen to it? None of this has to be as hard as you're making it." Six pressed Baltar's cheek to turn his face toward hers, and gazed at him sorrowfully. Hungrily.

"Gaius, why are you worrying about the cholera? It can't touch you here. God won't allow it. He has a plan for you, which does not
involve dying of a wretched and ignominious disease. You are on His path already, with the Cylon detector. You need to stay useful to
them and remain on Galactica. Make the detector. You do want to experience...", and now Six snaked her body around to Gaius's front, and he felt the heat of her along the length of him, "... God's love, don't you, Gaius?" And she lowered her face to his.
DRADIS: contactsdradis on June 25th, 2006 09:58 am (UTC)
The office chair on which Gauis was astride creaked back slightly under the additional weight. His figure was so in sync with her imaginary movements that his senses bid him to relax and recline on auto-pilot. His arousal was very real besides -- it was as if she was really there -- but his expression remained grim and stubborn.

"Pardon me for holding back on my praise and affection when I'm right on the edge of being asked to muck about in that cesspool of a ship," he replied.

His dark lashes fluttered wildly along with his distracted thoughts. He had a feeling he was somehow going to be involved in the current epidemic whether he wanted to or not.

"I'm not exactly in the right to deny the Commander my willing participation, am I?"

Gauis' tone stiffened, he refused to glance at her.


[OOC: Giving Claudia something to work with. Can delete this reply if an IM response is already in progress.]
Sixareyou_alive on June 27th, 2006 06:39 pm (UTC)
Six pulled back several inches, denying Baltar contact with her lithe form but still leaning over him. "Oh now, really, Gaius. They don't need you for the hands-on work. You'd be far more use dealing with epidemiology, data, strategy. Things you can deal with right here in the safety of your office. If they don't know that already, tell them."

"Surely you realize you're too important to risk slogging through what amounts to sewage." She took his hand and kissed the back of it, slyly meeting his unsteady gaze at the same time.
viper_instincts on July 11th, 2006 07:08 am (UTC)
[[OOC: A Gauis writer has been approved to join the game and will be with us shortly. She'll take over for me from here.]]