dizzy_land | Open RP: Sports? Are you serious?

(some time after her fevery/craziness episode. Probably a few weeks while she scrounged up materials. I know Adam wanted in on this one, but anyone's free to join in at their leisure. Warning for Dean in advance: if he comes into this, he's gonna get attacked. Not in a bad way per se, but I still thought the warning would be fair. XD And now there's a post on Starbuck's journal, So everyone can get a better idea of how this game goes.)

She got the ball. What she needed was the court.

It had taken a little longer than she'd expected. Well, to be honest, she hadn't thought about it hard enough. The good news was that she hadn't been bored in quite a while. The bad news was she'd searched for a tool kit forever and then had to take various equipment apart to get the pieces she'd needed, which was no small task. Good for keeping in shape, though, which was something.

Okay, she wasn't exactly sure that she had the pieces she needed. She'd certainly seen a pyramid court put together from scratch, but that was a little different than making it by yourself. Yeah, just a little.

Sador was whining at her again.

"It's not time for lunch yet, you brat," she told the dog as she surveyed the wreck she'd dumped in front of Space Mountain. She had marked out the arena with masking tape that she'd found in an office. It was regulation size, or she hoped it was after all the trouble she'd gone through to get it that way. Only one area left to tape off and then she could try to put up the rest of the equipment.

Not that she had any idea how to do that.

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Unfortunately Starbuck didn't have the same scope as Adam did. He could tell that nearly every action she'd made in her life stemmed from her early suffering and attempts to either run from it or deal with it. But that wasn't something you could just tell people. They needed to figure it out on their own.

"I didn't say I was smart," said Adam calmly, not worried by her broken smile. He just drew his aura in again to surround and comfort her. "I'm jus' designed dif'rent. A reg'lar human couldn't know everythin' without goin' crazy. Even I try to block most of it out most of the time 'cause it's a bit overwhelmin'."

He watched the ball go in with nothing more than an impressed look.

((If this is too godmoddy, please let me know and I'll rewrite!))

((nope, it's just right :D))

Just like the first time they had met she felt that sense of calm fall in. She hadn't wanted to spend a day thinking like this, so it made that feeling easier to accept. Sador padded over to her and nudged her knee with a wet nose before looking up at her curiously. Starbuck patted her on the head.

"They were lucky that you turned out to be so stable. With all that power couldn't you have just rewritten the board completely?" She paused as another thought came. "Could you get out of here if you wanted to?"

"It wasn't luck," he laughed, but didn't explain. "An' I dunno if I can change the underlyin' rules. There's really only one person who has more power'n me on Earth an' that's God. If He don't want the board to change, there's nothin' I can do about that. All I c'n do is keep it goin'. It'll be interestin' to see what happens anyway."

Adam rubbed the back of his neck. Anyone else would have looked vaguely embarrassed. "Yeah, I c'n leave if I want. But I don't. There's some stuff here needs lookin' after for now, so I'm helpin'."

She halted. Frowned. "Then you know what's keeping us here and why we were brought here." The frown deepened. "And you're not going to tell me why."

That was going to madden her from time to time. Like right about now.

"Can you at least tell me... why me? Why me and not someone else from the Colonial Fleet? Someone else would have been a better choice if they had wanted a representative. The Old Man, or Lee, hell, even Gaeta would have been a better choice than me, tight ass that he is."

"Sorry," he said contritely. "It's best if no one knows. But as for why you? 'Cause you're the one who was chosen. 's all I c'n say..."

Attempting to change the subject, he glanced around at the pyramid ball court. "Is it done, then?"

Chosen. Gods, she hated that word. What did it mean, anyway? Bunch of prophecies and crap people made up to make their little lives seem bigger. That's what it was. That's what she wanted it to be....

She decided to follow the change of subject. Adam was lucky that aura of his worked, or he might have ended up on the other end of a screaming rant and possibly a right hook to the jaw. But she wouldn't fight now. She didn't have it in her. "Yeah, done. Thanks for you help and everything. I should try making an announcement and seeing if I can train some people. Then there could be teams and maybe we could try a match once in a while. Even if that doesn't work, one on one is always a good way to get exercise and blow off steam."

It meant that she had the qualities that whoever was doing the looking was looking for, and that was all. It had nothing to do with prophecy. Adam had had quite enough of that himself.

"You're welcome. I'd really like to come back and learn how to play sometime, so if you put up that announcement, I'll be glad to join in. That is, if you don't mind, of course..." Adam knew that bearers of bad news weren't always welcomed with open arms.

She rolled her eyes. "If I minded, you'd definitely know it. I'll put something up eventually, so you better be here when I do."

"Then I'll be here," Adam grinned. "I'll see you then!"

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