001 [Dictated; Action]

[frakandfight]

[ The sound of rustling sheets, as if someone is frantically flipping through the journal. Kara is currently trying to figure out exactly how her journal works. It looks like a typical paper journal, right on down to its octagonal shape. But there was clearly more to it than that--it seemed to be a communication device. ]

Galactica, this is Starbuck.

[ She didn't expect it to work. Here she was, in some sort of fancypants room in some fancypants castle out of a children's book, on a planet with star constellations she couldn't recognize. Even if this book could broadcast anything she said...but she still had to try...just in case. Although it probably wouldn't to the right people toasters; but her surroundings were entirely too...foreign to be Cylon. Right? ]

Galactica, this is Starbuck. Confirm.

I blacked out. I was unable to shoot down the bogey. The storm it...[ should have destroyed her Viper. ] Look, I don't know where the hell I am, or where my Viper is, or how the frak I even got here. But I am ali--

[ She stopped right there, unable to continue. Was she alive? Could she say for sure? "I'll see you on the other side", she had said to Lee. Was this then...? ]

[Sigh. ] Well frak me...

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[syndicswillpay]

[An unfamilliar voice, huh? Looks like the castle has secured itself another victim. He clears his throat and speaks into the journal.]

Starbuck, this is Captain John Geary. I assume Galactica is a ship?

[A pause] Either way, unfortunately, you're nowhere near it at the moment.

[frakandfight]

...Yeah. [ How has this guy never heard of the Galactica? ]

Well where the hell am I then, Captain?

[syndicswillpay]

That's uncertain. I'm pretty new here, myself, but from what people tell me it's a sorta pocket dimension, isolated from the others.

[A sigh. Now for the improbable bit.] It's said that the castle itself drags us here. There's no way out, no way back. At least, from what I've seen.

[frakandfight]

Well that sounds pretty frakked up. Who runs this place, Cylons?

[syndicswillpay]

We don't know. But if it's any consolation, I don't think there are any Cylons here...

[Not that he's heard, in any case.]

[frakandfight]

You know some of them look just like us, right? You'll never even know they're a frakkin' skinjob until they've got a gun to your head.

[ And you know. There's still five models they don't know about. For all she knows you're a Cylon; this is all too suspicious. ]

[syndicswillpay]

Good thing there's no weapons allowed, here.

[At least, not to begin with, but no-one's told him that yet.]

[frakandfight]

...What?

Says who?

[ Starbuck + authority= BFF ]

[syndicswillpay]

The castle, apparently. All weapons are stripped off on arrival. As well as a loss of some kind. Memory, skill, ability. Something like that.

[frakandfight]

You've got to be frakkin' kidding me.

[ The castle just sounds like a fancy brig to Starbuck. ]

Is there a way out of this place?

[syndicswillpay]

[It's probably not that far off, in Geary's estimations, either]

From what I can tell, not unless the castle wants us. And I'm suspecting that it's some sort of highly advanced AI.

[Not that he belived in magic]

[frakandfight]

Highly advanced AI...a pretty little castle to keep us in...frak I can't--

Look, I'm still having a hard time believing the cylons aren't somehow involved in this. It's just the kind of crap those motherfrakkers would pull.

[ The gods damn her if she was going to be their prisoner again... ]

[syndicswillpay]

Well, I've never heard anyone mention Cylons. And, trust me, I want out as much as the next person.

[Kinda got the fate of humanity to deal with, here.]

[frakandfight]

Skinjobs look just like us. Which means anyone you've encountered could be a cylon. [ But she'll take your word for it, for now. ]

Anything I should know about this place?

[ That makes the both of us, pal. ]

[syndicswillpay]

Well, you've figured out the journals, so that's one less thing.

[He pauses, thinking.]

You got the hang of wishing yet?

[frakandfight]

Don't think so. How's it done?

[syndicswillpay]

It's just like I said. Like wishing.

...Try wishing for an orange or something like that.

[frakandfight]

Okay. An orange.

[ She wishes; closing her eyes and saying to herself "I wish for an orange". In a matter of seconds, one of the ghosts she had been told about whisks by, a plate of oranges in tow. It sets it on the table in front of her. ]

Wow. That--that's interesting.