If you enjoy live-action role-playing, are a Battlestar Galactica fan, or regularly hear "All Along the Watchtower" in your head, you'd best start looking for plane tickets to Sweden immediately. In March of next year, the city of Gothenberg will be host to an absolutely insane LARP called The Monitor Celestra." Which will be played... in an actual destroyer. From the official site:
Our story begins at Ragnar station where the rag-tag fleet sits trapped while the Battlestar Galactica restocks her munition depots.
The Monitor Celestra will play out in the 130 hours between the end of the miniseries and the beginning of the episode "33" (i e start of first season). We highly recommend that you have watched at least this much Battlestar Galactica before enlisting.
While we do endeavour to stay true to the lore of the re-imagined series, we will allow dramatic departures from the canon when it comes to the consequences of the events aboard The Celestra, up to and including the destruction of the fleet.
Even if you don't LARP or can't afford the ticket, it's worth checking out the site just to see how insanely thought-out this is. They've got the story figured out, where it's set in the BSG canon, who the different groups onboard the ship are, and more. They even have Battlestar Galactica-style craziness ready:
Through use of specially instructed players we will make it possible for you to experience Cylon projections and more mundane flashbacks that make up core parts of Galactica storytelling. We take inspiration from the Baltar - Caprica Six relationship and strive to make similar dilemmas available to all players, directly or indirectly. You might suddenly find yourself back in your Tauron house, living out dilemmas of your past that continue to haunt your character. All within a specially designed Room of Projections.
Honestly, the idea that someone could play a secret Cylon or even an angel (or whatever the hell was happening in that last season) delights me to no end. Although if I went, I'm sure I'd get picked to be the ship commander - sure, I'd appreciate the honor, but if I'm going to get stinking drunk and cry about the inevitable doom of humanity, I can do that at home.