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[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

*She slams in*

I haven't wanted a drink and a cigar this badly in a long time.

*She heads to the bar*

Whatever you've got on tap, a cigar and a lighter.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/]

She watches Starbuck pass, wondering what cigars and lighters are.

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

*She notices the woman watching her*

Smoke?

*She proffers a cigar*

[http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/]

She looks at the cigar curiously. "It looks like a stick to me ..."

She takes it, however unsure she is of it, and looks to Starbuck. "What is it?"

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

A cigar? You smoke it?

*She puffs on her own and exhales smoke rings*

[http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/]

"Like that?" She watches her puff and tries it experimentally. Not being lit, no smoke comes out.

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

Here, let me.

*She flicks her lighter and lights Lady Death's cigar*

Try again.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/]

She puffs again. The taste wasn't that bad. Better than the air in some parts of Hell, really. She inhales a time or two and after a moment is very glad she's already sitting down.

She gives Starbuck a bewildered look. "How do you move so smoothly? I feel like my head is floating ..."

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

You get used to it.

*She offers a hand*

Lieutenant Thrace. And you are?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/]

It takes her a try or two to shake. "Lady Death ..." She hasn't felt this good in centuries.

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

Callsign or given name?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/]

She thinks that one over, and keeps hitting a wall at 'callsign?'

"I took it myself, as there is no Hope in Hell."

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

Of what?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/]

"What?" She blinks at her.

"No, no ... there's a sign on the gate: Abandon all Hope, ye who enter here. So I had to leave it behind ..."

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

"Looking to kill both your lungs and your liver tonight?" a voice near the bar asks, sounding faintly amused.

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

Fast as I can. Might get out of duty tomorrow that way.

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

"Duty doing what, if you don't mind me asking?"

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

*She laughs, rather cynically*

Should be flying patrols, but the CAG has decided that it's my turn to babysit the new pilots, so I'll be sitting on my ass onboard ship.

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

"Patrols for what? And I'm afraid I'm not familiar with the CAG..."

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

Anti-Cylon patrols. Vipers, old model. And the CAG is...well, Apollo Adama. The Captain. My superior officer.

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

"I've never heard of Cylons or Vipers, either. It seems we come from fairly different universes."

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

Cylons are...robots. Walking toasters. Created by man, but they rebelled. Now they're out to destroy us.

And Vipers are ships. One man. Clunky, but they fly.

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

"...My condolences on the destruction problem, but I have to take offense at the 'walking toasters' comment."

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

*She glances back and then all but flies off her stool, reaching for her sidearm*

What the FRAK?!

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

His scanner moves rapidly from side to side as he watches her. "..I'm happy to see you face-to-face, too. And I'd suggest you don't even try that..."

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

New model Cylon?

What the frak are you doing here? What do you want?