"It's central, convenient. I can walk to work in seven minutes."

[sings_too]

((Closed RP for Fraser, Ray, and Starbuck. >.<))Walking beside Ray down the Main Street of a place that was not actually Disneyland, Benton raised a hand to interrupt his partner

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[shake_bad_guys]

"That's about the size of it, yeah." It was really kind of nice to be the one telling the ridiculous story for once. "Oh, also, I got her gun off her. Got it back at my place. She's not too happy about that."

Ray looked a little skeptical at the apparently random choice of shop. "You sure you don't want a place where there's more trees or something? How do we know if nobody's living here already?"

"HEY," he yelled into the doorway, almost in the same breath. "ANYBODY LIVING HERE ALREADY?"

[sings_too]

"Well, I don't know at the moment, but-" Benton started, only to be cut off by Ray's shout. He waited the requisite 7.5 seconds for someone to reply, either by shouting back or perhaps by shooting at them, and when neither occurred, he continued; "It does appear to be empty, although it may have an occupant who is simply out at the present time. I imagine I will have to ask around to be certain."

To the question he could only shake his head and drag his thumb across one eyebrow.

"Trees? Well, yes, I suppose. Although there doesn't seem to be much in the way of a suitable area for a campsite, if that is what you're suggesting." A thought occurred to him. "Which, ah, land were you assigned to?"

[shake_bad_guys]

"Not here, no, but there's a kind of little island with woods and stuff." And okay, said woods didn't look all that much like the vast frozen tundra they'd recently been hiking across, which Fraser seemed to consider homelike, but to Ray's city-born eyes it still looked more like somewhere you might want to camp, which in his mind equaled 'stuff Fraser likes.' (After being made to sit by campfires in a Chicago city park a few steps away from a wino and a pretzel seller, this was probably a forgivable apprehension.) "You gotta take a boat, though. I'm in, uh, Cowboys and Indians Land? S'in a fort-thing. Over that way." He pointed.

Looking back at the store, "You wanna go in or what?"

[sings_too]

"Frontierland?" Benton guessed, thinking of the map he'd seen in one of the ticket booths. "And I do think I ought to stay in the area to which I was assigned."

He gave the shop a dubious glance. "It doesn't really seem necessary. They're all quite similar, really. Where has Diefenbaker got off to?" he added, lookig back the way the had come.

[i_have_my_flaws]

"Other person?" Her eyes narrowed. "You were asking other people about it." Very few people in the park knew the story to an extent that would allow them to feel sorry for her. No one had mentioned talking to him about it.

She was a little upset about that.

The friend's reasoning left quite a bit to be desired on top of it. "Possible? Every day things happen in this place that shouldn't be possible. So if you're trying to convince me that there's a remote chance that he might not be the man that I see, then you're right, there is a chance. But the cylons learned to mimic us very well. So you see my problem." It didn't matter how he acted, what the differences were between Ray Kowalski and Leoben. She would never be able to believe, with her whole heart, that there was no chance he could be someone else who had just discovered another brilliant method of deceiving people, skewing the truth.

She'd prayed for the bastard's soul. But she had still hoped he wouldn't come back.

[sings_too]

"You know," Benton pointed out after a thoughtful moment's silence. "Animals have always been able to perceive many things that we cannot. I once saw a penguin at a local wildlife rehabilitation shelter uncover one of the volunteers, who was stealing money and medicine from the organization. Perhaps if you cannot trust your own judgment, you might trust hers."

He tilted his chin at Sador.

[i_have_my_flaws]

Starbuck pointed in Sador's direction. "Her? She appeared out of nowhere! Showed up on my doorstep one day and never left. How the hell am I supposed to know what she's thinking?" She folded her arms across her chest. "Besides, last I checked, we didn't have dogs barking at Boomer before she shot the Old Man. Oh wait, that never would have happened anyway, because we don't employ the 'First Colonial Dog Squad' to discover and intercept cylons. But I am so glad that penguin worked out for you." What a frakking ridiculous idea.

[shake_bad_guys]

Ray shot her a don't make fun of the Mountie (even though he is completely unhinged, seriously, penguins? What?) At least it's not an Inuit story glare, and then leaned forward to beckon to Sador. "I-Am-An-Evil-Robot," he said, softly, in an extremely bad "mechanical" voice. "Where-Is-John-Connor?"

He stopped with his hands on his thighs and looked up at Starbuck from underneath his eyelashes. "You know what? If you can't even trust your own freaking dog, you've got more problems than...than I know how to deal with, okay? Besides, exactly what the heck do you think I'm gonna do around here?"