this is odd [[ota]]
For the past few days, Laura had been getting acquainted with the station's different facilities, from places to shop to places to eat, and she had to admit it had quite the set up. It was strange to think that it had all been set up for the people who were brought here, as part of some larger plan. Not knowing what the plan was sometimes gave her pause, but for the most part, she tried not to think about it.
Heading back to her room, she thought she'd see if Sally was up to go have a late lunch when something caught her eye. Outside of the room was something addressed to her, and she knelt to pick it up. It looked like a red crystal, and there was simply a note that said 'Laura Roslin - Operations'.
A little confused, she turned it around in her hand, then looked down towards what she was still calling the CIC. Changing her plan to actually go inside the room, she veered back and towards the door she'd seen clearly marked as 'Operations'. Standing outside of it with the red key in hand, she inserted it, and still had the presence of mind to be a little shocked.
Heading back to her room, she thought she'd see if Sally was up to go have a late lunch when something caught her eye. Outside of the room was something addressed to her, and she knelt to pick it up. It looked like a red crystal, and there was simply a note that said 'Laura Roslin - Operations'.
A little confused, she turned it around in her hand, then looked down towards what she was still calling the CIC. Changing her plan to actually go inside the room, she veered back and towards the door she'd seen clearly marked as 'Operations'. Standing outside of it with the red key in hand, she inserted it, and still had the presence of mind to be a little shocked.