Enter, Stage Left (Arrival OTA, Gentle tag canon mates)

[cavil_john]

It was sad to see all the Three's go, but that model had kind of been insufferable lately anyways. John knew his brothers and sisters were religious, but the Threes were just so annoying about it. Besides, he thought, it wouldn't do with the secret of who the Final Five were to get out

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[deathtotoasters]

Kyla was bring baby John to the petting zoo. She hoped Leoben would be able to get off work in time to join them for a little bit there before John got too fussy and needed to go home. Their son was a little over one and a half so he liked walking by himself which meant the whole outing was slow-going until he finally decided to be picked up. Of course, he was stubborn just like his parents.

John also liked to run. He thought it was fun and was starting to even get good at stopping, mostly. He was running along with a red Husky beside him when he turned the corner. Ginger's guard went up automatically and positioned herself between the stranger and the boy. Kyla was around the corner a split second later with her Bullmastiff mix. She quickly surveyed the situation and went to join Ginger, patting the Husky on the head.

"Everything okay?"

[cavil_john]

John almost sneered at the child, but held back the expression when the boy's mother came into view. He simply looked like the air around him was smelly.

"Yes. Everything's fine. Although, maybe you could tell me where I am, exactly." John noted this woman was definitely a Colonial, but not one that recognized him. He would have to keep his guard up.

[deathtotoasters]

Kyla didn't relax completely, but at least it explained his behaviour... sort of. "You're new." She hated being the welcome wagon. "This is Haurvatat. It's going to sound crazy, but this place is like an alternate dimension from wherever you just came from."

[cavil_john]

"You're right. That does sound crazy." Cavil can't help but think that this was some sort of Colonial trick.

"Where's Laura Roslin?" That woman was a nuisance.

[cylon_numbertwo]

Leoben had managed to get off work to meet Kyla and their son, but it seemed like his plans were about to change.

He slowed, several feet from the familiar face. As much as he might have mourned the loss of the other models that had fought against him, the sixes, the eights, and the colonials, he had no desire to see them here. The Ones most of all.

"Cavil." Leoben spoke up, staring at his brother, trying to keep up the facade of calm.

[cavil_john]

He turned to the familiar voice and smiled. It might be hard to discern from his smile if it was friendly or not. "Leoben. So you're here as well."

[cylon_numbertwo]

"I am." he agreed, trying to gauge him. Leoben knew people arrived from different times here. Who knew what Cavil knew and what he did not. "Has anyone told you where here is?"

[cavil_john]

"I seem to have just arrived, actually. But I did notice a lot of Colonials walking about." To his dismay, they looked far happier and well-to-do then he would like.