The Outer Divide RP ◄

[Kara's had plenty to drink. Which is probably not the best time to do a broadcast. But that's just how she rolls.]

Beware of spilling secrets to cats who can write. It will bite you in the ass. We have a god in our midst, people. We should bow down to our betters and to their whims.

[She raises her mug, but then falters.]

I can't think of a toast. Give me a sec.


[Reaching forward, she switches to a private channel.]

Chell. I'm settled in and I want you to come and check out the new digs. You and me, girl. It can be our bachelor pad. We can take one more. Or two. Got any ideas who else you'd like to room with?

[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.