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[heroldman]

They found the tyllium ship. [ Bill, his words are broken up by the sound of kissing. ]

Um-hmm.

[ Seems the castle brought in a very happy couple. ]

[The sound of kissing is still there as he talks, breaking up his words.] You don't care?

[ Laura gives a small, negative sounding hmm in return this time ]

Neither do I.

[ It's quiet for a time and then there's a loud thump as if someone fell out of bed.

Which someone did. ]

What the frak? [That's yelled, and he doesn't sound happy.]

Bill?

[ There's a small laugh in her voice along with surprise as she turns to look, the sound of her laugh coming across the journal again ]

What- you fell.

[ And then confusion. And concern. There's no bulkhead behind him, nor is this any longer his room. And that confusion resounds in her voice ]

Bill?

Yes I fell. [ His voice is more confused now the anger there too. It's not his quarters, it's not even his ship. ]

And this isn't the Galactica. What the frak is going on Laura? [ His voice is closer, as if he's moving closer to the journal, which he is, sitting up from the floor to find the journal on the nightstand, flipping through it, seeing the words recorded in it. ]

Frak! [ And this time that is yelled and he's throwing the journal across the room now, the thump coming through. ]

((OOC: INTRO! Bill's black, Laura's this. Kerry will get to replies when she gets up.))

Comments

[fourtythird]

I-

[ She doesn't know. She doesn't know what to say, what this is and that worries her. They're not on Galactica. They're not even on a ship. And she doesn't remember anything that shouldn't have happened. They were there, they were talking... when did it change? ]

I don't know. Bill, I don't even know what this is- [ Other than a room, clearly, and one that wasn't made up of bulkheads and a steel door. One that wasn't one of their own ] nevermind how we got here.

[ And that was the troubling thing ]

[heroldman]

[No they aren't on a ship, he can't feel that familiar hum, or even some sort of rocking motion to indicate even a sailing vessel. It's a building, and he's not sure what to make of it.]

It's a building. [He says it like it's obvious. Which it is to him.]

And that, book is recording us. [And somehow this makes him think it's a Cylon trap.] It has to be some sort of trap.

[fourtythird]

I can figure that much but how?

[ And now she's more reluctant to talk. At least they found the 'bug' early ]

Then it's a good job that you found it early. Although, and I'm not an expert in Cylon technology, but a book? That's a little interesting.

[heroldman]

How should I know? It's the Cylon's Laura, you've seen what they can do.

[And so is he, which is why it's just easier to complain about Cylon's, at least then it's not too surprising.]

It is, but whose to say it's not to try and put us at ease? The two of us aren't known to ignore a book, it would look normal to us, if I hadn't looked.

[fourtythird]

I've never seen them do this, and if they could they'd be able to get on Galactica easier.

[ It was also frustrating ]

You're right about that. They're definitely going to even more effort this time.

[noblefive]

Looks like we have ourselves some new residents.

[A voice comes through the journal, one carefully stripped of any emotion. Because, in reality, the big guy is still pissed off at the castle for not letting him have his armour back.]

Welcome to Paradisa.

[heroldman]

[Oh that's not what he wants to hear not at all. There's more people here?

Great.]

Paradisa? Where's that? [Still not happy.]

[noblefive]

[You're not the only one, bub.]

We're not sure. Not where you were. Nowhere near.

[A pause, because all of this is incredibly awkward to say.]

It's in a seperate universe, centred around the castle.

[heroldman]

[...

Nope not buying it.]

And just how much ambrosia did you drink last night?

[Because that's just no, that's not possible.]

[noblefive]

Trust me, if I could get drunk, I would be right now.

[A grunt.]

Believe me or not, but how else do you explain not being where you were ten seconds ago.

[forgedinbattle]

[Slow clap. Someone is amused at your expense.]

And I thought my entrance was inconvenient.

[heroldman]

[And someone's more ticked off at that response. He's really just yelling at the room, not touching that book.]

And how's, running this place more inconvenient then showing up in it?

[forgedinbattle]

[Well, that's an interesting reaction. His yelling has no effect, however. Same perfectly calm tone.]

Trust me, if I were running this place, things would be real different.

[heroldman]

[The journal's on the other side of the room, he's rather untrusting of it. That calm tone, that voice?

Do not want :|]

How so?

[forgedinbattle]

I wouldn't be stuck here for one.

[fourtythird]

[ Inconvenient? Definitely. And that's not all it is ]

And I can think of a few other things it is.

[forgedinbattle]

Trust me, I know. Nobody's a crazy about the magic kidnapping castle. [And the last few words just drip with disdain.]

[fourtythird]

And what makes you think that I'm going to trust a thing that you say?

dictated

[allaboutattitude]

... Are you two okay?

[fourtythird]

[ Okay? Oh, you don't even know ]

We're fine, thank you.

[ Except not really. But she's not giving anything away ]

[allaboutattitude]

Alright.

So you two are new here, right? Has anybody told you anything about this place?

[fourtythird]

We've heard what's been mentioned. [ But there's something in her voice that says she doesn't believe that ]

[heroldman]

[Grumble, mumble mumble. No not really but he's not to happy with this still.]

I fell out of a bed, do you think I'm okay?

[At least he's not saying what else is bothering him.]

[allaboutattitude]

You can wish for some aspirin if you're in a lot of pain.

[heroldman]

I'm not in any pain, though thank you for, thinking about that.

[No really first kind words someone's had for him in a while.]

How long you been here?