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28 June 2006 @ 02:19 pm
[PAST] Late Night on Colonial One...  
Who: President Roslin, Wilhelm Keikeya
Where: Colonial One, Upper deck/first class quarters
When: Just after 01:45 hours, just a day before the Water crisis
What: Sleepless nights seemed not the exception, but the norm...

The only light in her room was the dim echo of stars through the cabin's portholes. She'd shut the last lamp off 45 minutes earlier in efforts to get at least five or six hours sleep before the day began again. Quietly she lay there, upon her back, pale and picture perfect in a stillness that only comes with the attempt of sleep and not a true, deep sleep that always has small twitches of the eyes or slight shifts upon the pillow. She had been attempting to sleep for those same 45 minutes, but little success had come her way. Too many things running through her mind. Check lists, their dwindling supplies, the attempted rebuild not only from the initial attack, but from over 230 jumps over last week.

It had only been a few days since their eventual, if accidental, discovery of the Olympic Carrier's being tracked and it's destruction. Those first few days had been spent in recovery. A collective breath of relief released all together from the fleet. Everyone getting a good night's sleep for a day or two because their exhausted bodies left them no option. But now they could open their eyes again and look at the depletion of their resources those jumps alone had caused. It wasn't yet being publicized, but Roslin knew their Tylium supply was getting dearly low already. Man power exhausted. Engines wearing out suddenly triple as fast as they would have before. They already lost two ships' FTL drives, not to mention the Olympic Carrier. The numbers of losses ran through her head as she lay there in the silent dark.

The the sound of noise from one room over broke her fruitless attempts at sleep. There was only one other person in the first class cabins up here, everyone else below bunking either on the business class or the economy deck. Her trusted aide, however, he was given the second, smaller room. Roslin would have it no other way. He was one of the most valuable members of this shaken government, and he needed his rest. As much rest as they could ever manage, at least. Roslin's eyes now remained open, staring at the dimly shadowed cieling as she listened for more noise to confirm he was awake. A few other footsteps, and she too fully drew back to consciousness.

Slowly, careful not to move too fast and dare be struck by that weakening dizziness, Roslin swung her legs down off of the bed. Back to her feet, her loose night gown spilling around her, she reached out for the satin robe she always kept near by. Nighttime interruptions weren't unheard of, it was best to be prepared. She took a moment to carefully slip it over her arms and tightly draw it across her chest, double bowing the ribbon at the side of her waist, before she stepped over towards the small door seperating the quarters. She gave a quiet knock. "...Billy... Billy? Are you awake?" There was a mix of worry and curiosity in her voice. She didn't speak too loudly, not wanting to disturb him if he was still managing to sleep and she was only hearing things.

But... that was doubtful. She leaned against the edge of the metal bulkhead around the door as she waited for any responce, still hugging her robe tightly around her. It was so cold on this damned ship.
Current Location: Colonial One, Quarters
Current Mood: restlessrestless
wilhelmkeikeya on June 30th, 2006 06:36 am (UTC)
If anyone had told him three weeks ago that he was going to not only be one of the last surviving members of humanity, but also the personal aide to the President of the Colonies, Billy would have backed quickly away from them and hoofed it away down the street from the crazy person.

There really were things you never did see coming.

Oddly enough, apocalypse aside, what Billy usually didn't see coming where his random boughts of insonmia. He'd had them most of his life, although with less reason that he did now. Every now and then... he just couldn't let his brain settle. And when that happened, he just couldn't let himself drift off, no matter what he tried.

It was a little annoying that he'd run smack into one so soon after nearly a week of sleep deprivation.

He'd tried all the old standards that had never worked in the past. Counting sheep. Ceiling tiles. Stars. He didn't have any liquor nearby - not that he was much of a drinker or that he thought the President would let that slide - so he'd gone straight to the last thing. Busy work.

If he was awake, he might as well organize something. At least, that's what his mother had always pointed out when she went into the kitchen at 4am and found him doing his homework or something equally over-achieving.

His mother's pantry had always been freakishly well-arranged. It had amused his siblings to no end.

Still, it was a distraction from staring at his wall and trying to get comfortable in his bed-that-was-never-supposed-to-have-been-a-bed. So he'd started putting together the next day's schedule.

Unfortunately, the folders he'd needed had ended up scattered across half the cabin. Okay, maybe it was a good thing he'd been awake. Gods, this place was a-

"...Billy...Billy? Are you awake?"

Oh, frak it all to Tarturus. He'd woken her up. Damn, damn, damn.

"Um, yes, Ma'am. Sorry to disturb you. There was just- I couldn't sleep so I thought I'd get some things done. I'm sorry to disturb you. I'll go back to bed..."
presidentroslin on June 30th, 2006 07:22 am (UTC)
Laura, upon hearing that awake and mostly professional sounding voice, took that as a sign that he was at least up enough it was safe for her to come past the adjoining door. She carefully turned the knob, pushing the metal doorway open between their two rooms and just stepping in a foot so she could stand there, giving him a half smile. One arm kept her robe held tight and conservative around her so slender frame. The other waved off his comments of being disturbed gently. She just shook her head, sending still almost-too-perfect hair sliding around the shoulders of her satin robe.

"No, Billy, you didn't disturb. I...couldn't sleep either. Apparently it's a theme this evening." She leaned there silently, just inside the door frame, exhausted and dressed in night clothing, but still managing to maintain a certain amount of graceful poise even for these late night hours. She studied him, a brush of concern through her brow for his own sleeplessness. They both needed to be on their best game. After a few more heartbeats, she offered quietly, "I...I was thinking of making some... tea. Would you like some?" A slight smile echoed on her lips, a hint of hope that perhaps just that little bit of comfort might help. Help them both, truthfully. 06:00 came awfully fast.
wilhelmkeikeya on June 30th, 2006 02:44 pm (UTC)
She liked tea. He'd have to remember that. "Sure, Madam President. I'm pretty much awake until tomorrow. It's... eh. I've been the occasional insomniac my whole life. I won't go to sleep, but I wouldn't mind it. Wait, do you need me to go down to the kitchens...?"
presidentroslin on June 30th, 2006 08:39 pm (UTC)
Laura smiled almost immediately upon hearing that reaction, a softness to her features as she shook her head. "Goodness, no, Billy. You sit. Do your work. Let me get this for once." She left the door open between their make shift cabins, so she could still speak to him as she went about preparing two cups of tea. Busy work really was best when one couldn't sleep, and since he had the majority of the files in his room, she did need something else to do with her hands.

"The privillage of being president.." She called back to him, "Is that no one disputes you...when you keep a kettle near by. Most things come from the kitchens. Tea or coffee? We have it right here." And she went to the sink, plastic, plug-in kettle in her hand, filling it up just above the two cup line before plugging it in and turning it on. Her hip rested against the small sink countertop, arms folding back across her chest, fingertips momentarily rubbing over her satin clad arms.

"So, what is on the schedule for tomorrow? Anything I should be working on tonight?" They really might as well get work done. It's not like they ever managed to catch up. So many phone calls to return, demands to be met, but while they were awake, they might as well not waste the time.
wilhelmkeikeya on July 1st, 2006 02:48 am (UTC)
Billy dug around on his desk for a few seconds looking for his day planner. He finally found it under one of the many status reports and scanned it.

"Actually... huh. We're going to have a light day. The only thing you have officially scheduled is a status report with the captain of the Adriatic. From what I hear, it's mostly an excuse for him to avoid his first officer for a few hours. Apparently they used to date, and the.. current situation has not, well. Eased tensions between them."

Billy smiled wryly and raised an eyebrow at the President. "He's the only Captain who's actually taken our advice and scheduled a weekly meeting. Other than that, you have some time scheduled for a consultation with Elosha... and the rest is paperwork. Barring other interruptions."
presidentroslin on July 1st, 2006 07:31 am (UTC)
The president remained mostly quiet as she waited for the kettle to quickly brew before carefully pulling out two mugs from the small under sink cabinet. They both were marked with 'Colonial Heavy 798', the ship's previous denomination when she was just one of the many governmental ships that towed workers from planet to planet. Still, she had always been one of the nicer ones, a comfort ship, filled with such things as leather seats and personalized Colonial Heavy mugs.

The supply of tea bags in the small jar upon the edge of the 2 foot by 2 foot counter was ever dwindling. They might manage to find more, or perhaps make more with hydroponically grown leaves, but for now the supply was running short. Just a silent reflection and reminder of all the other things they were running out of. Only the other things were rather more pressing than tea bags. She dropped one in each mug, filling them carefully with water and just inhaling deep of the steam.

A few moments later found her stepping bare foot into Billy's cabin again, two mugs in hand. She set one down at the right side of the papers upon which he was working, and then just wrapped both her cold hands around the now warm outside of her mug. His statement brought a slow smile to her lips, "Well, I suppose that is good timing on both our parts then, for a sleepless night. I'll be up and around to see both the Captain and Elosha, but perhaps once we manage to get some shut eye, we can set the alarm clocks for 08:00 instead of 06:00? It'll be a little vacation." Laura smiled rather wider to him at the thought. A small laugh at the days when getting up at 08:00 truly was the norm, and no one needed to see the office before 09:30.
wilhelmkeikeya on July 2nd, 2006 05:21 am (UTC)
Billy snickered, absently noting the flavor of tea and throwing it on his internal "Check Supply Stores For" along with checking with the Celestra's rather nice airponics officer about whether or not there were any tea plants that could be harvested or processed. It always made him pause at how detail-oriented he seemed to be.

It was almost kind of disturbing.

"Yes, ma'am. A vacation from mounds of paper. You know, I'm almost looking forward to the day we run out. Won't that be a picnic."
presidentroslin on July 2nd, 2006 05:19 pm (UTC)
That comment made Laura give him a slightly wiry grin and a single lofted eyebrow. "The day we run out of paper, you realize they will make us clip the corners of toilet paper and use that. Unless that runs out first." Laura teased gently, trying to bring an actual smile to his worn looking young features.

So young and so tired already. What had the cylons done to them. Yes, politics could wear anyone yet, but Billy still had his entire life ahead of him. He didn't deserve this. None of them did. Laura quietly crossed the few feet between them and folded down into sitting before Billy. Her small hand reached across the desk to fold the folder shut upon which he was working.

"Billy... just... Talk to me? A few minutes? Enjoy your tea and don't think about work." She waited until she had his eyes, her amused and somewhat jesting look from previous now gone. There was nothing but quiet concern and actual care in her slightly softer, sleep drowsed gaze. "How are you holding up?...Truthfully..."
wilhelmkeikeya on July 2nd, 2006 08:32 pm (UTC)
He shrugged. "To be honest, I don't really know, ma'am. I mean. This whole situation is a little beyond my skill set."

Billy reached up and scratched at the back of his neck, letting his mouth twist. "No one really covers 'worlds nuked by evolved mechanical beings' in University classes. But I guess I'm doing okay."

He sighed and leaned back a little, picking up his tea. "It's just a little big to comprehend."
presidentroslin on July 3rd, 2006 01:34 pm (UTC)
"I know, Billy... I know. And I've got 20 years experience on you, and I don't even know how to handle this sometimes." Granted, she never dreamed she'd be President. What Adar would have thought. Roslin sat back in her seat, just shaking her head for a moment, though one of her hands still lingered near Billy. Carefully, her cool fingers stretched out and wrapped overtop of his slightly larger hand, giving it a squeeze.

"We'll get through it. Together. This whole fleet will get through it, but only if we work together. And so that means no vacation for us, at least for quite some time." She smiled and stood again, giving his hand one last squeeze. "Do me a favour, Billy?" She waited for his eyes once more. It was always important to look people straight in the eyes. "Once you're finished here, and don't rush yourself, try to sleep again. We only get so many days to sleep in. You should enjoy it too. I promise the paper work will be here when you wake up."

And with that, and one last squeeze to his hand, she turned upon the ball of her bare foot and crossed over the carpet, back towards her cabin.
wilhelmkeikeya on July 4th, 2006 03:20 am (UTC)
Eyebrows raised, Billy watched the President go back into her room, the curtains twitching a little as they were closed.

"Er. Yes, ma'am?"

Well. That had been odd.

Still, he had tea. He sipped it and sighed. The huge irony of the whole situation was that he actually hated the stuff. It was just... flavored water that wasn't really all that flavorful. He smiled and set the hot mug aside. Still, it was decent enough. And despite what the President wanted... well. He was up for the duration.

Stupid insomnia.

"Right," he whispered and snagged another file. "Let's see what I can get done while no one's beating down the comm line."

And he went back to work.