Kara Thrace (captthrace) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2013-09-04 20:59:00 |
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Kara was hot and dusty, and all she wanted was a drink. She still hadn't found anything alcoholic, but she had stumbled on a card game...only to realize that what they played here wasn't the same game she knew, not even the same cards. She'd probably pick up on it fast, because it was basically the same concept (from what she'd observed), but she wasn't used to being not-good at something. Anything, really. She hated these stupid clothes she was supposed to wear. A dress. With flowers on it. Luckily the skirt had enough volume to hide a thigh holster, because even though she was certain she should've hid her weapon along with everything else she'd arrived in, the idea of walking around such a strange place unarmed made her way too jumpy. At least her costume was more normal. The pants were kind of absurd, but better than trying to ride a bike in a dress. She rolled her eyes at the thought. The guys around here would love that. She ambled toward her trailer and stopped short outside. There was a strange bike leaning against the trailer. It wasn't hers, the one she used in the show, and she hadn't seen it around before. Glad again that she'd kept her sidearm, she tugged it from the holster and held it low, using her body to shield it from the people milling around. She paused at the door to listen. It was hard to hear anything over the sounds outside, but eventually she could make out small noises, scraping sounds and the occasional sigh or grunt. Her face screwed up in anger, and she shoved the door in with one kick. "Who the frak are you and what the frak are you doing in my trailer?" she demanded, her weapon trained on the intruder. |