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[knowsmadness]

[The image flickers on to Kara casually sitting in her chair, arm draped over one side as she pushes herself back, one booted foot coming to rest on the desk in front of her. A lit cigar is between her fingers – they’re finally dry -, and there’s a set of blacked out shades covering her eyes. ]
 
Guess saying ‘Galactica, come in’ is out of the question, huh? [She snorts, and ashes the cigar before putting it to her lips again to take a long drag.]
 
Peachy. [Brows up behind the glasses, and her mouth pulls into a smirk that’s lacking humor.] Sounds like we’re all going to be one big happy family here, doesn’t it? [She sounds SO pleased.]
 
Name’s Kara, call sign Starbuck.  I go by either, so pick your poison. [Ash flick, and she pulls the sunglasses off and tosses them aside, grinning.]
 
Speaking of ‘poison’ – anybody know where the party’s at, or do I have to start my own?

Comments

[agentdork]

Uh, how do I get off the special list.

Being on the special list usually means really bad shit happens.

[knowsmadness]

I don't think we have much of a choice. I think they say it's called destiny, or some crap like that.

[agentdork]

Nah. I don't believe in destiny.

No offense.

[ Since, well, he's not sure if she does or not and some people take that shit too heavily. ]

[knowsmadness]

[Kara laughs, but it lacks some humor.]

Yeah. I can't say I buy much into that, either.

[agentdork]

Probably for the best.