Kara "Starbuck" Thrace (![]() ![]() @ 2010-03-15 20:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | helo agathon, kara thrace, sam anders |
Who: Kara Thrace
What: Everybody come get drunk. Maybe play cards?
When: Evening
Where: Starbuck and Longshot's quarters - 16th floor, room 5
Rating: PG-13 likely, TBD otherwise
Open: to whomever would like to come play! Nudge to the BSG cast, look-a-likes, and other military folk! No posting order, threadjumping okay and expected!
Kara was adapting. Sam had moved in with her, so it was somewhat familiar. Not very, since she and Sam hadn't really lived together since New Caprica. They might have been in the same rack, but that didn't mean they were really a married couple. Not like the rest, who shared quarters away from the general population.
It was an adjustment, but one she was trying for. That was a change of pace, if nothing else.
That didn't mean Kara had decided to be domesticated. No, she needed to get out and mix it up with people. She might have felt isolated in her 'destiny' aboard Galactica, but she felt different here. That driving urge was gone. She could be herself again.
And herself wanted to drink. And play Triad. And maybe punch someone in the face. And maybe get punched in the face. She wanted to let go and enjoy herself for once, instead of worrying about Cylons and humanity and Vipers and her marriage and what she was frakking up now. And maybe it would give her a chance to reconnect with friends and a lover she'd pushed away, and make new connections.
Whatever the case, she was already plotting how long it would take her to get to shitfaced.