[ A tall blonde woman appears in the mirror, holding an apricot, star-shaped plush toy. She wears a shoulderless, light teal dress, a crown, and a faint, bittersweet smile
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[ She tilts her head curiously. She is not well-versed in these matters. The universe itself is God to her; yet she knows that angels do not belong in a church, not unless they are statues.
She also knows it's rude to answer an introduction with an unrelated question. Sheepishly, she adds: ]
[ There's something about the fragility of that smile that catches Caprica's attention. In answer, she smiles herself, just a little, reserved and just a touch unsure. ]
It's nice to meet you, Rosalina. [ A slight pause. ] Call me Caprica.
[ She was named by her own people after a world she helped destroy - not that she's going to tell Rosalina that. The question makes her expression go thoughtful. ]
A little more than a week, I think. None of us have been here very long.
[ A slight shake of her head. ] It... takes a little getting used to. This place is- it's different.
[ That's the most diplomatic way she can describe it, anyway. ]
[ Having been here only a few minutes, Rosalina cannot ascertain the feel of this place. There have been galaxies, planets, people from which she has felt negative energy, but this place... She isn't sure. She isn't even sure what she feels about this place, much less how this place feels about her. ]
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[ Bit by bit, the smile turns more genuine. ]
Where do you come from?
[ She laughs, light and brief.]
I doubt it's someplace I've visited.
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Are you... a celestial being?
[The spirit world hadn't had such things, not since Remy, or her previous incarnation. She looks quite reverent.]
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I have lived among the stars, yes. In my world, I was protector of the cosmos.
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Well I was one of the top angels of the Church where I came from. My name is Linfa. Pleased to meet you.
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[ She tilts her head curiously. She is not well-versed in these matters. The universe itself is God to her; yet she knows that angels do not belong in a church, not unless they are statues.
She also knows it's rude to answer an introduction with an unrelated question. Sheepishly, she adds: ]
I apologize. It's a pleasure to meet you as well.
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It's nice to meet you, Rosalina. [ A slight pause. ] Call me Caprica.
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[ She smiles, whimsically. It's a nice name, an unusual name. And the image in the mirror is certainly...
She closes her eyes, briefly, and touches her hand to her lips. ]
It's a pleasure to meet you as well. How long have you been here?
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A little more than a week, I think. None of us have been here very long.
[ A slight shake of her head. ] It... takes a little getting used to. This place is- it's different.
[ That's the most diplomatic way she can describe it, anyway. ]
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[ Having been here only a few minutes, Rosalina cannot ascertain the feel of this place. There have been galaxies, planets, people from which she has felt negative energy, but this place... She isn't sure. She isn't even sure what she feels about this place, much less how this place feels about her. ]
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Welcome To The Gardens
I Hope That You Will Not Find The Mandatory Stay To Be Exceedingly Unpleasant
My Apologies For The Personal Sort Of Question But
If The Crown Is Any Indicator Would It Be Safe To Assume That You Are Yet Another Queen
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That Would Be A Dubious Honor Reserved For The Queen Of Hearts Alone
[ And now, to the real questions! ]
Did You Make That Dress Yourself
It Suits You Quite Well
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My children helped.
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