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[destroy_restart]

Tower is by the observation window, cigar and scotch in hand, pondering cyclical destruction.

This place was so good for it.

[[OOC: Plot-locked to Kara Thrace - say sorry!]]

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[oh_frak_me]

A much more sober, hollow-eyed Kara Thrace heads downstairs, looking for a cup of coffee and something to read. She spots Tower by the window and changes her plans, heading in his direction instead.

"Hey. Um...Tower, right?

[destroy_restart]

"Yes, that's me," Tower says. "You need a tarot card, but might get an old man smoking a cigar. The world is full of surprises."

[oh_frak_me]

"You said a few nights ago that you're an oracle. You see the future?"

[destroy_restart]

"No," Tower says. "I know it, and have cards that express it. I am a card - embody what it stands for. I can look at the pictures of my siblings for you, no problem."

He smiles - pretty young woman, after all!