PHD #291: Law Hurts
PHD #291: Law Hurts
Summary: Rose and Lunair chat about law in the Library.
Date: 14 Dec 2041 AE
Related Logs: Elpis Five-Oh
Lunair Rose 
Ships Library - Deck 9 - Battlestar Cerberus
Racks of books extend deep into this room, nearly darkening the overhead lights towards the back. The shelves are neatly labeled to each category with nearly everything represented here. Fiction, Sci-Fi, Romance, and everything down to comic books has been loaded up onto the shelves. A smaller research area at the back has a large table for maps to be opened-up. Nearer the door is a small library of movies that covers some of the most recent blockbusters and flows through some of the more campy movies from about two decades before. Next to the door, a Petty Officer can usually be found at a desk to help someone checkout their selections.
Post-Holocaust Day: #291

With the hubbub surrounding the Elips having died down a bit, Rose would likely have come back aboard to supervise the final transfer of any hydroponics equipment and civilians and their belongings transfered. But, as most of that has already been handled and the last bit of survivors are being processed and transfered by Marines and Raptor teams, Rose has determined the best way to spend her time while still being available is to surround herself with books. Yes, she's got a veritable pile of books splayed around her on one of the library tables, but not on science or mathematics - law. Colonial law. And on her pad of paper is a lot of references, circles, arrows, and lots of question marks and scribbles. Two other writing utensils stuck in her hair behind her ear, she chews on a third thoughtfully, currently leafing through a book that's clearly Aquarian in origin.

Lunair is happy to help the hydroponics peeps out. She was one of the first two after all, but hey. She wanders into the library humming. Some ACTION ADVENTURE novel and Plants and You: Diggin' it books are under her arm. She is off-duty and seems to be in a decent mood, strangely colored eyes peering here and there. She smiles and waves at the PO who guards the library (Figuratively). There's a pause, after she drops her books off. Then a meander over. Is that Rose? It is! The Marine smiles faintly and steps over. "Hello there."

Rose glances up mid-pen-nibble, blinking owlishly over her heavy-framed glasses. "Miss Raine!" Still calls her that even though the woman's married. I suppose names stick. "How are you, this evening? Just passing through?" She takes the opportunity to drop her pen on the table and remove her glasses; eyes get lightly rubbed. It's clear she's been at this for a while.

Lunair smiles at that. Adorable! She laughs softly. "None other. I'm sorry my last name got so long after I married. We're the same rank so …" Same last name AND rank could cause weirdness on deck. "I'm alright. Wanted some off-duty reading. Trying to find out what Miss Apostolos was growing and if anyone wishes to tend them too. How about you? Are you alright?" A peer at the eye rubbing.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine," Rose says with a tired smile. "Just trying to make sense out of all this. Dr. Adair wouldn't approve of all this eye strain, but it must get done. Do you know anything about Colonial law?" She pats one of the open books. "My current project is trying to reconcile all twelve colonies' law systems and create something that's at least tolerable by everyone. So far, I'm not having much luck."

"You look a bit tired, you should probably take a little break," Lunair points out. "Or have someone help out," She notes. Lunair taps her chin, then shakes her head. "The only law guy I really know is Kincaid - um, the lance corporal I think. Was in law before he enlisted." She nods. "And ah. Good luck with that, that's… quite a feat. I don't think before all of this we even managed it," She considers. She sits nearby, so she can talk quietly. "My suggestion is to start with something Caprican and pull out any extreme bits. Moderate positions might not make people /happy/ but they cause less fights."

Rose nods slowly, looking thoughtful. "That's a good idea. Caprican. Hmm. I might be going about this the wrong way. I was trying to find a synthesis of all the individual Colonies, but what else is more that than Caprica?" She leans back in her chair, rubbing the side of her neck. "Wow. I've been at this for hours. I think you're right." Another tired smile.

Lunair notes, "Most of the other colonies tend to have special interests, so that can change how their laws work. Like Canceron was very pro large business, or Aquarian tended to favor tourism. And I … don't really know much about Sagittaron." She closes her eyes a moment. "So that's about what I'd think," She nods and smiles. "You probably should take a break then. Otherwise you're just wading through mental mud and giving yourself a headache." She looks around. "At least you beat the rush of comic book fans."

"Comic books? There are comic books here?" Suddenly Rose seems energized, but she's more tired than her interest would allow. "I'll have to check those out another time. Those could be the last comic books in the entire universe. Although paper does block radiation… erm, never mind. Thanks for the idea, Miss Raine. Once again, you're an inspiration." Closing the book on Aquarian law in front of her - which, Lunair might notice, looks like it was open to a section on marriage - she huffs some air to blow a strand of hair out of her face. "You know, when I was sick, all my hair did was fall out in clumps. Now that it's all grown back I can't do a darned thing with it. Let's hope there's a lot of proper styling products in what they're dredging up from Tauron, hmm?"

"Uh huh," Lunair smiles. "Yeah. They're alright," She looks around. "And it's nothing. I honestly didn't do much," She blushes a little. "You can call me just Raine though." A handwave. "Since, y'know." Beam. Then a peer over. "As far as weddings go, I suspect whomever is of age of consent and wishes to may be the way to go. With limitations on family relations. Though those tend to sort themselves out," She looks thoughtful. She goes quiet a moment, considering Rose and her hair. "We brought back some the other day. It should be making its way through supply and civilians soon," She adds. "I'm just happy I have hair again," She winks.

"Hmm?" Glancing back down at the book she just had open, Rose blushes, too. "Oh, no. That's not part of what I was talking about. Just… got distracted, is all." She pushes the book away from her a little. Then, looking back up at Lunair, she nods with a small smile. "Were you… I mean, did you have cancer?"

"Hm? No, I just get shot in the head a lot," Lunair blushes. "And it's alright. I suspect as time goes on, marraige and family … will come too. It's something to consider for in the future. People do tend to pair off," She notes quietly. "It's not as urgent as getting things set up now."

"Shot… in the head?" Rose gasps, covering her mouth with both hands. "I'm so sorry! I assumed that, with the hair and all… Oh dear." She looks back down at the book again. "Yes, well, with this law project, I was just… drawn in by a variety of cultural differences. And then I found a book on Aquarian law, which got me thinking, and, well, here we are."

A nod. She blushes. "It happens," Lunair rubs the back of her head sheepishly. "Least I wear my helmet," She winks. Lunair looks over towards the book. "There are lots of them. I suspect not regulating most of them unless they hurt someone might be wisest. I tend to pick my battles when it comes to my soldiers," She admits. "But that's mostly because there's exactly one of me and I haven't got all day to yell at people about their boots. And oh? What were you thinking on?"

Rose shakes her head. "Nothing. It's not important," she lies, and rises to stand. "Well, I better put some of these books back where I found them. Can't expect the library staff to clean up after my mess."

Lunair tilts her head. She looks concerned but nods. "If … you're sure. If not, I'm always glad to listen if nothing else. You've been very kind to us all," A smile. "I can help if you like. And oh I dunno…" She winks. "They might be happier putting them away since sometimes I put them in the wrong order."

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