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Who: Kara Thrace and anyone else who happens by
Where: the lobby
When: late afternoon
Summary: After finding out Earth has been nuked, Kara takes a walk to clear her head. Somehow she ends up in the middle of a desert, staring at a dilapidated building. She's not sure if that's any better than a nuclear wasteland.
Earth was frakked. Completely and utterly frakked.
The Old Man was organizing teams of pilots to search the entire planet, to find out if there was any of it that wasn't a nuclear wasteland, and for once, Kara didn't jump to volunteer. She wasn't in any rush to discover what she already knew: she'd failed. She'd been wrong. Earth was not the lush, green, teeming-with-life planet she'd seen. The Hybrid had been right; she'd led her people to their deaths.
Kara turned away from the groups of human and Cylon huddled on the beach and began to walk. She pulled her heavy jacket more tightly around her, trying to stave off the chill of nuclear winter, but she found the cold was too deep as she passed by the angry, gray water, the crumbled facades of blackened buildings, the vestiges of a civilization destroyed.
She didn't know how long she'd been walking, but slowly the terrain began to change. The grays and blacks of nuclear disaster gave way to the browns and yellows of a...desert? She walked faster, heart pounding in a crazy sort of hope. How had this part of Earth escaped the destruction they'd assumed was total? She broke into a run, pulling her heavy jacket off as she did; she was sweating now. She only skidded to a stop when she saw a building in front of her. It looked abandoned, dilapidated - but it was still standing. Another surge of hope.
Kara turned once again, back the way she'd come. "Hey, Lee! Admiral! Sam!" she called, her voice coming out choppy and breathless as she ran. How far had she come?
And then, abruptly, there it was again: the same building, in front of her once more. "Frak," she gasped, stopping with her hands on her knees. She straightened slowly, sure she hadn't gotten turned around. But looking around her, all she could see was desert. No sign of the gray wasteland she'd left. Slowly, she began to walk towards the building.
She climbed the steps and pulled the front door open with more than a little trepidation. And what she saw inside made her draw in a quick breath, shocked. "Well, frak me sideways," she muttered as she stepped inside. Obviously a hotel, this place was fancier than anything she'd ever seen, even on Cloud Nine.
"Welcome to the Hotel California," a voice sang out across the lobby, and Kara looked towards the owner of it, suspicious.
"What is this place? Is this Earth? How come this place wasn't nuked with the rest of it?" Kara shot questions at the man behind the desk as she approached.
But she received no answers, just a key in an outstretched hand. "Please sign here; we're so pleased to have you staying with us."
"Staying?" But when Kara looked up, the man was gone. All that remained on the desk was the key, and what looked to be a guest ledger. She picked up the key but left the ledger unsigned; she'd be damned if she'd be signing anything before she had some answers.
Where: the lobby
When: late afternoon
Summary: After finding out Earth has been nuked, Kara takes a walk to clear her head. Somehow she ends up in the middle of a desert, staring at a dilapidated building. She's not sure if that's any better than a nuclear wasteland.
Earth was frakked. Completely and utterly frakked.
The Old Man was organizing teams of pilots to search the entire planet, to find out if there was any of it that wasn't a nuclear wasteland, and for once, Kara didn't jump to volunteer. She wasn't in any rush to discover what she already knew: she'd failed. She'd been wrong. Earth was not the lush, green, teeming-with-life planet she'd seen. The Hybrid had been right; she'd led her people to their deaths.
Kara turned away from the groups of human and Cylon huddled on the beach and began to walk. She pulled her heavy jacket more tightly around her, trying to stave off the chill of nuclear winter, but she found the cold was too deep as she passed by the angry, gray water, the crumbled facades of blackened buildings, the vestiges of a civilization destroyed.
She didn't know how long she'd been walking, but slowly the terrain began to change. The grays and blacks of nuclear disaster gave way to the browns and yellows of a...desert? She walked faster, heart pounding in a crazy sort of hope. How had this part of Earth escaped the destruction they'd assumed was total? She broke into a run, pulling her heavy jacket off as she did; she was sweating now. She only skidded to a stop when she saw a building in front of her. It looked abandoned, dilapidated - but it was still standing. Another surge of hope.
Kara turned once again, back the way she'd come. "Hey, Lee! Admiral! Sam!" she called, her voice coming out choppy and breathless as she ran. How far had she come?
And then, abruptly, there it was again: the same building, in front of her once more. "Frak," she gasped, stopping with her hands on her knees. She straightened slowly, sure she hadn't gotten turned around. But looking around her, all she could see was desert. No sign of the gray wasteland she'd left. Slowly, she began to walk towards the building.
She climbed the steps and pulled the front door open with more than a little trepidation. And what she saw inside made her draw in a quick breath, shocked. "Well, frak me sideways," she muttered as she stepped inside. Obviously a hotel, this place was fancier than anything she'd ever seen, even on Cloud Nine.
"Welcome to the Hotel California," a voice sang out across the lobby, and Kara looked towards the owner of it, suspicious.
"What is this place? Is this Earth? How come this place wasn't nuked with the rest of it?" Kara shot questions at the man behind the desk as she approached.
But she received no answers, just a key in an outstretched hand. "Please sign here; we're so pleased to have you staying with us."
"Staying?" But when Kara looked up, the man was gone. All that remained on the desk was the key, and what looked to be a guest ledger. She picked up the key but left the ledger unsigned; she'd be damned if she'd be signing anything before she had some answers.