paradisa | 001 [Dictated; Action]

[ 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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Yeah, all pilots and flight officers of the fleet have one. Even outside of missions many people call me Starbuck.

So what can you tell me about who runs this place?

Guess that makes sense. Sorta comes with the job, I bet.

I hate to disappoint you, but I only arrived a day or two ago myself, so I don't know much yet. All I know so far is that this place...Paradisa isn't anywhere near wherever we came from, we can't leave, and...uhh...there's supposed to be some kind of "magic" at work, though I'm not sure I believe that. We can "wish" for most anything we want, as long as it's not a weapon, or anything that could be used like one.

So, sounds like we're prisoners. That's pretty frakked up.

Does that mean I could wish for a bottle of ambrosia right now?

Yeah, although it could be worse I suppose. I mean...beyond us not being able to go home, being here's not so bad. Though someone did tell me that some pretty strange stuff happens from time to time.

I think so. I haven't tried it yet myself, but uh...it's worth a try...

[He clears his throat.]

Hey...uhh...Paradisa. Could I...uhh...get a bottle of that wine Kaz had shipped to Mother Base, and a glass to drink it out of?

[A few seconds later, the ghosts deliver to him. Huey is, obviously, freaked right the hell out.]

Wahhh! I...uhh....huh. Thanks, I guess?

[He's picking up the glass now, and checking out the bottle of cheap wine.]

Huh...looks like it works, though I don't recommend trying it if you're afraid of ghosts.

[ Ghosts? Gods, this place got stranger by the minute. ]

At this point I'm not sure anything should surprise me anymore. But at least I can get frakked up whenever I feel like it.

[ She takes a long sip from one of the bottles of liquor she had found in her quarters. This means there must be a few cigars around here somewhere... ]

Anyway, what sort of strange stuff did you mean? [ She was once captured and subjected to experiments--she'd rather avoid that happening again. ]

That makes one of us, at least. I saw some pretty weird stuff working for the MSF, but nothing like what I've seen here so far. I met a kid shortly after I arrived with gray skin and big bull's horns. Nice kid, once you get past the horns.

That's unfortunately all I know so far. The person who told me wasn't very specific in the answers she gave me, so I'm just as in the dark as you are.

Well if you find out anything else, let me know.

So, what can you tell me about earth? Where is it, for one.

I sure will.

Well...uhh...it's a beautiful planet, even with most of the northern hemisphere having gone through at least three industrial revolutions. Right now we're involved in a conflict known as "The Cold War" where everyone is afraid to be the first to act.

As for where it is...that's a little harder to define. We haven't been doing space exploration for too long, in the year I come from, so all I know is that we're the 3rd planet in our solar system from the sun, in the Milky Way Galaxy. I don't know where that is in relation to where you are.

[ She knows you mean well, but the Milky Way is so godsdamn huge that that doesn't give her much information. Well, knowing the galaxy is a start, but... ]

How about its coordinates? Or do you know where in the Milky Way it is?

I wish I knew that, but we've only just started exploring the solar system, when I come from. You're...uhh...probably better off asking Col. Samantha Carter for something like that. She's from a few decades ahead of me, and if what she and I talked about is accurate, she's actually been out into space.

Thanks, Huey.

Know where I could find her?

You're welcome.

She's here in the castle, somewhere. You can...uhh...write special filters in the journal, so that only certain people will be able to hear or read what you wanna say. You could probably get in touch with her that way.

Thanks.

How do I do this filter thing?

Don't mention it.

As far as I know, you just write it into the journal

[Filtered to Kara Thrace]

like this. I'd guess you could be as vague or specific as you wanted to be, to make it so that only certain things can be read by certain people.

Easy enough.

Thanks, Huey. We should meet up for a drink sometime.

Yeah, and it's really useful, too. Keeps people from seeing stuff you don't want 'em to.

Yeah? U-umm...I'd...uhh...I'd like that.

[Huey doesn't get out much, nor is he used to people taking any notice of him at all, so he's a bit flustered.]

Apparently the Death Match is the closest bar to me. I was thinking of checking it out later.

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lol oops, sorry for the messup! im tired haha

No worries. I've been sluggish on tags, myself XD

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