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theatrical_muse] 262 - Lines
262 - Lines
We're all staring at it. A black line. A black line maybe two centimeters long, if that, and probably only three or four millimeters wide. Everyone is staring at it.
Once upon a time, it had almost no significance at all. It was just another line, just another way to mark something that needed to be marked, delineate something that we want to measure. Right then and there, though, it is the most important little black line in the universe.
The Twelve Colonies are gone. Our worlds, our homes are gone. And all of a sudden, our entire existence seems to hinge on and revolve around that line. One little black line.
It's not even like it's such a unique object, that line. It has dozens of brothers and sisters, just like it. Before, they had been indistinguishable, leaving the real heavy lifting to their thicker, lengthier relations that made the big marks.
But it is the biggest little black line in creation, the one thing that makes an entire fleet come to a halt to stare at, to concentrate on, willing a wish into existence. We look and stare at that line in mounting tension, every ship in the fleet shaking with the strain.
We don't understand why it has to that line, not the fifty-nine other ones, but that is the one. The one.
Three lines after the six. Two lines before the seven.
Thirty-three minutes.
We're all staring at it as the minute hand clicks one last time and slides into position over the line.
"DRADIS contact! Incoming Cylons!"
The chaos starts again. We'll escape.
And then it's back to watching the line.
OOC: Takes place during episode 1x01, "33"
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We're all staring at it. A black line. A black line maybe two centimeters long, if that, and probably only three or four millimeters wide. Everyone is staring at it.
Once upon a time, it had almost no significance at all. It was just another line, just another way to mark something that needed to be marked, delineate something that we want to measure. Right then and there, though, it is the most important little black line in the universe.
The Twelve Colonies are gone. Our worlds, our homes are gone. And all of a sudden, our entire existence seems to hinge on and revolve around that line. One little black line.
It's not even like it's such a unique object, that line. It has dozens of brothers and sisters, just like it. Before, they had been indistinguishable, leaving the real heavy lifting to their thicker, lengthier relations that made the big marks.
But it is the biggest little black line in creation, the one thing that makes an entire fleet come to a halt to stare at, to concentrate on, willing a wish into existence. We look and stare at that line in mounting tension, every ship in the fleet shaking with the strain.
We don't understand why it has to that line, not the fifty-nine other ones, but that is the one. The one.
Three lines after the six. Two lines before the seven.
Thirty-three minutes.
We're all staring at it as the minute hand clicks one last time and slides into position over the line.
"DRADIS contact! Incoming Cylons!"
The chaos starts again. We'll escape.
And then it's back to watching the line.
OOC: Takes place during episode 1x01, "33"
(276)