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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[frakandfight]

I'm in a room...it's way too frakking fancy for my tastes. But it has a good view and a cabinet full of booze, so I can't complain, but...

Madame President, sir, the door to this room has my name engraved on a nameplate. [ This was no accident, she had been expected. ]

[fourtythird]

The Admiral and I found ourselves in a similar situation. [ Their door actually had both of their names on ]

What number is on it?

[frakandfight]

Well, at least I'm not the only one. And it's 324.

[fourtythird]

It's looking like everyone here is, though I'm not quite ready to believe that.

I'll let him know.

[frakandfight]

Should I be expecting you?

[fourtythird]

Soon. We'll be there soon.