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Kara Thrace (captthrace) wrote in carnaval_logs,
@ 2013-09-01 00:04:00

Entry tags:

~arthur durnin (npc), ~kara thrace

Who:Kara and Art or Carl
Where: wandering around the edges of the convoy
When: Saturday
What: Kara is wondering what's going on
Warnings: None, unless you're bothered by made-up curse words
Status: open to the NPCs

When she first opened her eyes, Kara just assumed she was still on New Caprica. The ground was hard beneath her, the grass was crispy...but the quality of the light was different. The air smelled strange, like engine fuel and livestock. Dust. A strong quality of dust.

New Caprica was a lot of things, but it was rarely dusty.

She was on her feet fast, her hand hovering by her side arm and her eyes blinking against the rain. That, at least, was normal. She spun in a slow circle and stopped when she caught sight of the caravan nearby. The trucks and trailers looked bizarre. Cylon tech? She'd never seen anything like these designs. They didn't line up with anything she knew about general Cylon design, and as she got closer, she faltered.

She didn't recognize a single face in the crowd. There were only 12 Cyclon skinjob models, and there were way more than 12 people here. She scrubbed her hands back through her hair and glared. Another hologram, like the one that took them to Earth? No. People were noticing her as she passed them, reacting to her presence.

What the frak was going on here?

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carnaval_npc
2013-09-03 10:41 am UTC (link)

Funny how everything seemed to just ebb and flow like it was meant to be here, for the most part anyway. But that's how things ought to be here, when folks had something good like they did here; perhaps it didn't seems so at first. Art did like to keep busy and it was just as well that part of his keeping busy was sometimes to chew the fat with new arrivals, 'round this place they did tend to look a little lost for words, but he was well used to that. Right now, they were in the process of getting it all together.

Spotting the woman up ahead, he walked over, briskly as she stood, some ways out from the last of the trucks. He liked to guess at which name belonged to who, based on what the book told him. “Miss Thrace.” He smiled to her, tipping his cap, not enough that his hair would wet, but a polite-ish gesture all the same. He appeared non-plussed by the expression he'd come upon, a glare. "That rain's a pest, ain't it? Knows just how best to throw a spanner in th'works." He shielded his eyes as he glanced briefly at the sky. “Got your things squared away, if you'll follow me. One of the first trailers' got parked.” He gave a motion of his head in that direction.

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captthrace
2013-09-03 10:11 pm UTC (link)

She eyed the man who ambled her way and tipped his hat, and then pulled a face at the Miss. "Just Kara," she said. "Or, I guess, Starbuck." It felt strange to introduce herself by her call sign to a civilian, but she knew she'd get real tired real fast of hearing her name. The fact that he knew her name somehow didn't surprise her. It was not the weirdest thing that had happened to her today.

She also didn't mind the rain so much. Lords knew the weather on New Caprica wasn't a joy, but after being stuck on Galactica so long, any weather was a relief. "My things? What things? And what trailer. Look, I appreciate the whole 'diving right in' mentality you've got, but maybe you could explain what the frak is going on here. Where am I? How did I get here? And who are you?"

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carnaval_npc
2013-09-05 10:57 am UTC (link)

“Kara” He settled on more easily, squinting a little as he glanced up again to the rain, wasn't troubling him so much for the moment. “Bein' formal ain’t so paramount to me.” informality was preferably when the show wasn't running, though he was first to adopt a more genteel manner for the visitors, they seemed to like it, after all they kept the whole place turning, didn't they?

“Glad to hear you're on board.” Art clapped his hands together, giving the woman a grin. “The name's Art Durnin- My associate's Carl Sinclair, but you won't see him out greetin' too many in this wet.” Art quickly offered out a hand to shake, dusty and a little grease-marked. “..as t'how it is you got here? Well the simple fact bein' is we needed ya.” That seemed answer enough to offer, with no further enlightenment. It was all he knew anyway. "Some folk find the year a little bemusin', it's 1935 an we've just parked our lot in Avery, Oklahoma." He flashed another smile as if it shouldn't be anything out of the ordinary. He'd let that settle first. “What you're seein' here is the bare bones of the Carnaval de la Lumière-” He was sure to throw the in poorly mimicked accent as he spoke. “Don't look so much whilst it's all squared away, but just give the fellas some time."

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