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[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.

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[It's DNA keyed at the moment but... well. That's easy enough to fix.]

It is a weapon, though, and should be used responsibly.

I would not be opposed to showing you how.

It's a ship. It's alien. Calling it the alien ship is perfectly serviceable.

By transdimensional, I mean alternate universes, divergent timelines. With sufficiently advanced technology, it's entirely possible.

And there are any number of possible explanations for how even those not from the ship might be part of this cross-universal mess. There may be an interdimensional portal near the planet. The alien ship might be creating a subtle reality warping effect. But without evidence I can only speculate.

Ha! Well, this moonshine could probably do that if you drank enough of it. Might also make you blind, though, since I'm not sure what the ethanol to methanol ratio is.

[She's mostly joking.]

There's been some talk about trying to get more organized in prep for another possible attack from the dome guys. I figure you might want a heads up on that.

I'm a colonial officer, I know how to use weapons responsibly.

[Even if recent events don't necessarily support that.]

How about a demonstration then.

I've still got some purified water packets if you want one.

[Risk is fun. Surviving risk is best. Especially when risk involves dangerous angry ladies.] I'll even show you what it looks like at full length.

But it's a description, not a name. There's a difference. It'd be like me calling you 'the guy who talks with too many words that have too many syllables'.

I have provisions from Nem.

[She hesitates.]

It's nice of you to offer.

[She smirks at him over her drink.]

I can't wait.

It's a ship, not a pet. It doesn't need a name.

Sheperd mentioned that. Has a time and a place for an organizational meeting been set?

Still at the run-down hotel? [Unless she wants to argue with Narvin for a while longer about how the alien ship can be the only alien ship that ever happened.]

Come on, all ships have names. And so, in the great tradition of ship-naming, I hereby dub this one...

[She squints, holding up her drink as if that will make the whole thing more ceremonial and official.]

...Bertha. So say we all.

[She looks pleased with herself and takes a sip of her drink.]

Until I find better digs. It's a touch on the crowded side for my tastes. I'll meet you outside, I've set up a little rec area.

[It's just a few chairs, benches and crates used for tables. Nothing fancy.]

Didn't wanna leave you out.

[She shrugs.]

I've been out of the loop for a few days, probably best you ask Shepard. Although, somehow I accidentally volunteered to provide the booze.

[Well now she doesn't know what to say.

Give her a minute.

It's coming to her.]

Is your leg better?

Pass for now. I'll just wait to see if you start using that crutch to feel your way around. In the meantime, I would like my lighter back.

Damn important job. And it guarantees that if you go missing before the meeting you'll have search parties out looking for you in the blink of an eye.

There's a cheery thought.

[Time Lords don't name their ships. But he can't say that.]

Bertha. [He says flatly.]

What a preposterous name.

Sure, I'm still residing at the Flop. Although, maybe when I get a card game up and running I can try to win it back off of you. I've kinda grown attached to it.

That's what I was thinking. [Though his little individualist self actually likes being around people.] But it's served it's purpose.

[And he won't mind the not fancy. He's there for booze. Not a diplomatic dinner.]

Don't get me wrong, I'm used to sharing crew quarters with seven other people. It's just, there are probably plenty of buildings out there. Some of them have gotta be unoccupied and structurally sound.

[She gets up, aiming to go grab a couple more bottles from her stash.]

Never did catch your name.

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we action spamming in this thread? XD