all along the watchtower - KARA -

[president laura roslin]

A gym was a place Laura had not been in a very long time. Not since she was a teenager and her father had taken her to watch them box - her father had love a good fight, so Laura had too. She knew the principles of boxing to the point she could have probably boxed if needed - as in defense - but she doubted she would be very good.

Back to her mission - Laura only had one reason to be in the gym that moment. She assumed it would be where Kara Thrace was. It was practically the only familiar place that could even remotely remind her of Galactica, and Laura wanted to talk to Kara - about anything and everything. Why they were here, how they were here, and how they were going to get back to the fleet. Especially the third one. Bill was probably going nuts knowing both she and Kara were gone - Zarek and Baltar were probably skipping around Colonial One by now in joy from Laura's own absence.

At least this gym didn't smell like the inside of a shoe.

Venturing in, Laura's heels clicked against the hard floor. Her feet ached from where she had been walking around the entire complex all day, trying to figure how just where she was. Her search and explorations had come up with nothing - although, she had decided that she enjoyed the freedom of walking around without the ever present marine detail trailing two steps behind her.

Then again, she technically wasn't president here, so there would be no reason for anyone to attempt to cause her harm - at least for the time being. She had seen several people that had joined some sort of security force and she wondered vaguely if they were there to provide security for people, or rooms, or something else Laura had yet to stumble upon.

Either way, she would find out the secrets of the complex soon. She was naturally curious to her surroundings, and was determined to find out where she was, why she was here, and a way back to the fleet, even if it killed her.

"Kara?" Laura called out, glancing around now, gaze drifting toward the familiar boxing ring, then to the other equipment in the room. "Are you in here?"

[cpt. kara 'starbuck' thrace]

There was no set way to handle this kind of mental trauma. The kind where you're one place, doing one thing, with everyone you know and love just a few clicks away and then suddenly, you're not. You're in some frakking dome sitting in the middle of a frakking ocean, and there's dozens of people around you who seem to have suffered the exact same fate. It made no sense. She couldn't process it. She didn't want to.

She supposed she was lucky. Someone she knew was here, at least. Granted of all the people left in of the human race back in 'her universe', (because clearly there were many,) Laura Roslin wasn't really her first choice. Better than none, she told herself, and she could have definitely done worse. They at least had their faith to bond over.

Kara laughed, really it was more of a spat, to herself at that thought. "So much for the gods," she muttered to herself as she paced around the back of the gym area, wiping away some sweat from her forehead with the back of the black boxing glove she had on her hands. She was circling a punching bag right now, having taken a moment to stop her assault on it simply to think.

Really, what chance was there for gods actually existing now that she knew what she knew? Yes. There was a chance this was all in her head. That she was simply going crazy. Wouldn't be the first time, and probably not the last, but whatever this was, she didn't seem to be snapping out of it so far, nor did there seem to be any hope of it happening anytime soon, so really - she had to start facing the implications of this all being real, and what that meant for her structures of reality.

Sneering a bit as her thoughts consumed her, Kara let out a growl and attacked the punching bag again, throwing jab after jab, venting her frustration, anger, fear, and rage all into the onslaught of gloves against sandbag.

Starbuck only barely heard her name being called, however faint it was for the distance between them, and reached out to grab the bag and stop it's swinging. Waiting a moment or two to catch her breath, she finally managed it and raised her voice to beckon the visitor to her. "Here." she said, backing away from the bag and using her teeth to begin pulling off the gloves.

[president laura roslin]

To Laura, the Gods were playing some fantastic joke. Sure, they'd have a laugh or two, and then put her, and Kara, back where they belonged with the fleet. It was the only explination she had, and the only one she had desire to believe - all these other people here were from places and times that included warp portals and alternate dimensions and universes - it was just all too much, and something she didn't want to process at that moment. She was on the brink of exhustion, and trying to decipher what everyone else thought it was, was last on the mental to-do list she had formed since arriving.

She heard Kara call out in return and followed the voice to the punching bag. She gave a fleeting smile as she approached, but it was more forced than anything. The last thing she wanted to do was smile. This place was not somewhere she wanted to be. Meanwhile, somewhere out there, her fleet was going to hell. That was going to be ever-so fun to deal with when she returned.

"I see you've found something to distract yourself." She mused, skipping over the usual questions of 'how are you?' and 'how are you holding up?'. Laura already knew that general answer to that question - Kara wanted out of here just as much as Laura did. For other reasons, no doubt, but she still wanted out. Who did want to stay in this frakken place? From what she had seen, everyone she'd come across in her little explorations had been aggrivated and just generally pissed off - she didn't blame them.

"I imagine the fleet is probably going to hell right about now, even if no one else managed to go missing like us." gods forbid Bill and Tigh were to go missing too, and end up here. The fleet would be screwed. "I know this is something you probably already know, but I've been looking around and there's no way for us to get out of this place. There are sealed rooms that might have something - but then again, they just could be storage rooms." She shrugged, moving to sit down on one of the nearby benches.

"I was hoping you'd have some better insight or ideas with your out-of-the-box thinking."