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[buckingauthority]

[Kara is sitting somewhere, her feet propped up, glass of hooch in hand. It's clear that she's had a few. Probably to give her some dutch courage for her not!apology.]

Ahem. Okay, this is awkward. Hi! [She waggles her fingers at the camera.] Starbuck here. You may have heard me ranting on about Cylons a few days ago. Decking a few orderlies in the process. Not proud about that. Anyway...

[Have a sheepish grin and shrug of her shoulders.]

It's been been cleared up. I've had it explained to me that we may have a converging universes or realities situation here - whatever the frak that means - which, uh, well, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I won't be going around waving my gun in people's faces for the foreseeable future.

[She goes to take a swig of her drink but then remembers to add:]

Unless you royally piss me off - which, you know, can happen on occasion - and then all bets are off. Although, it should be duly noted that I'm also a huge fan of duking it out or playing a game of Triad where the winner takes all to settle disputes.

So, uh, that's it. Everything's peachy.

[There's a brittleness to her smile, though, which may hint at the opposite.]

Carry on doing whatever the frak you were doing. Free drinks at the Flop for those of you in dire need of a drink. And I don't mean water, Chell.

[telepathic broadcast]

[radars]

[ In reference to this ooc post: Charles is still broadcasting feelings of hope/encouragement/keep calm and carry on. This post may be used for all psychics who want to attempt to telepathically respond to the feelings, and reach out towards the source.

Please note the date when you tag; this broadcasting has been going on for almost a week now, and has been steadily and slowly/subtly declining in strength. By today, it's barely noticeable; by tomorrow, it will be gone. ]

001; voice

[nanomitesss]

[There's a gravelly voice, one that's obviously aided by a machine. Much like his animated counterpart, this fellow has a tendency to draw out his "s"s ever so slightly.] Well. This is certainly... unexpected. Inconvenient, seeing as I was in the middle of something. [A pause. You can hear the soft whirring of his ventilator as it helps him with that whole. Breathing thing.] But what's life without a few surprises? [There's an underlying hint of bitterness in his voice.]

Looking back on the other transmissions, it seems I've stumbled into quite a situation... Mentions of collars. The... 'Outer Authorities.' All very interesting. Strange, of course. But interesting.

Hm. But perhaps I should introduce myself. I'm the Doctor. [No, not that other guy with the cricketers uniform.] Not to be confused with the... other one. And although I'm an engineer by trade, I have experience acting as a more... "traditional" doctor.

So. If you find yourself in need of medical assistance, don't hesitate to call on me. [Because you can trust tinyVader.]

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[reborn_in_fire]

[He doesn't remember having been put in a stasis pod. The last pod he'd been in had been the result of nearly being deactivated by Turmoil, and that isn't a memory he wants to dwell overmuch on.]

[There's something all too familiar about this situation, especially since it seems all too strange at the same time. Even moreso when he manages to make it outside the ship and spots the bombed out city.]

[This is the face of weary disappointment. It might not be very obvious, since 1) it's a robotic face, and 2) it's a stoic robotic face, but Perceptor does sigh.]

So. Where have I ended up now? Clearly not Cybertron.

[Curiously, he seems to understand exactly what the communicator system is about. He looks resigned.]