001. PRESIDENT ROSLIN [whorunwithwolves]
“Trust me, you’re not the only one who has found this entire thing slightly unsettling.” Laura let out a sigh and shook her head. “Though if I’m being honest, I’m glad they chose to show up. It could have been worse.” She raised an eyebrow. It was somehow comforting to know that the Gods cared even as their world came crashing down around them.
she pauses then, thinking before she makes a quiet noise of agreement. “you’re right. ------ you want somethin’ to drink, madam president?” because it’s well past the end of the day, and how often do you find yourself with the president of the colonies? “i just ------ caprica was completely...” she shakes her head quietly, and without waiting she pours herself a small glass of the rot-gut that she’d bartered for from another of the ships in the fleet. “EARTH. we’re all fighting for it. but you get the sense that half of them wish they could go back. they wouldn’t want to, if they could see it.”










