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Previously on DPP:
Monday: Dialogue - The play's the thing. Prompts are open, but no takers
Tuesday: Icons - There are some gorgeous pilots icons there for us all to share in, so please leave some love for the creators, and possibly make some of your own

These posts are open all week, so if you feel a burst of creativity hit, please do go join in.

Today's DPP is "What were they thinking?". It's another writing challenge, but this time instead of focusing on dialogue, I'd like you to write me a drabble about one or other pilots' thoughts in a situation. Get inside their head. What are they thinking or feeling? Really I think what I'm after is the internal monologue, a sort of polar opposite to Monday's challenge.

There's no limit on words - it can be as long, or as short as you like. Feel free to leave prompts as well - maybe there's a certain canon situation that you've always wanted explored. If you're feeling really specific you can ask for it to be from the POV of a certain character. Also feel free to include a screencap of the moment or scene you'd like explored. Recommendations for existing fic are also always welcomed :)

Kara's face is awesome here. I've always wondered what was going through her mind during this scene.


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Oct. 19th, 2011 01:52 pm (UTC)

Kara's just told Lee that she passed Zak even though he should have failed basic flight.
Oct. 19th, 2011 01:54 pm (UTC)

Other than relief, what's Lee's thought process in this moment?
Oct. 19th, 2011 06:24 pm (UTC)
I've always thought he was too overjoyed to really form a coherent thought in that moment, you know? I think it mainly went like this:

Oct. 21st, 2011 12:54 pm (UTC)
"Where did she find the yellow tape?"
Oct. 19th, 2011 01:59 pm (UTC)
I'd love to know what's going on with Kara that means she doesn't see Lee between these two pictures:

Oct. 19th, 2011 02:04 pm (UTC)
The show really glosses over what happens in Kara's head after this:

to cause this:

Oct. 19th, 2011 06:26 pm (UTC)
It's especially weird given that post-TAB she's all chipper and upbeat for the few scenes we do get to see her in before Maelstrom *sigh*
Oct. 19th, 2011 08:27 pm (UTC)

Never before in her life has Kara Thrace wanted to forgo drugs so much as she does while staring up at the bunk above her. Not that she could fly because she can’t frakking touch anything. Her hands hurt just resting. She literally can’t imagine how they would feel if she were gripping the throttle of her viper. Her palms throb just thinking about it. Kara rolls over and checks to see how long it is until she can take another of Cottle’s pills. She might as well ride the morpha while she waits.

It doesn’t help that Sam is smothering her with quiet support. He’ll do anything she asks so of course what she wants is for him to be as far away as possible without having to be told. The words she said to Dee in the raptor chant threw her head, “She loves Sam. She hates Sam.” He won’t leave her no matter how much she cheats. Flaunting it didn’t help and neither did meaning it. She occupies her afternoon trying to figure out how Sam’s love can feel so much like being cornered.

Lee on the other hand doesn’t show his face. Kara hears him from the other side of her privacy curtain. She can indentify his footfall anywhere. He paces the length of her bunk and walks out. She hates him too, but tears well up in her eyes when he leaves without a word again. Her heart clenches in time with the pulse of the pain to her hands until she can hardly breathe. She takes another morpha pill regardless of the time and hopes for a little peace.

In her restless dreams the swirling colors find her. Not that they aren’t always with her, but right now, they might as well be tattooed on the inside of her eyelids. Karl bringing them up, finding her pictures, connecting her own private storm to the Temple of the Five and the cylons, makes them something different. She wakes up shaking and sweating. The red and yellow and blue begin to feel like a way out, real and permanent. Even if she doesn't understand how or why.

Oct. 19th, 2011 10:01 pm (UTC)
Re: Trapped...
Beautifully written. Given that Kara was dealing with the trauma of her injury, the lingering effects of Leoben's brainwashing, the unresolved situation with Lee and the inability to get out of the situation with Sam, I am no longer surprised that she was feeling so burnt out in Maelstrom.

"She occupies her afternoon trying to figure out how Sam’s love can feel so much like being cornered."
Loved that line.
Oct. 19th, 2011 11:33 pm (UTC)
Re: Trapped...
I've been thinking about this section of story quite a bit lately. It's one of the places where the lack of canon details and motivation really gives me fits. Nothing feels resolved between the algae planet and Maelstrom, just put on hold, and I don't think Lee is the only thing making Kara feel trapped. :(

Glad it worked for you. :D
Oct. 19th, 2011 11:09 pm (UTC)
Re: Trapped...
lovely, and so sad :(
Oct. 19th, 2011 11:34 pm (UTC)
Re: Trapped...
Thank you. It is sad, no gettin' around it.
Oct. 20th, 2011 12:30 am (UTC)
Re: Trapped...
So sad that Lee didn't go to her, set himself up in a decision that he couldn't take back. :(

Oct. 20th, 2011 12:44 am (UTC)
Re: Trapped...
Lee is like that sometimes. Sometimes even when one intends for him to do something different. ;)

Oct. 20th, 2011 12:12 pm (UTC)
Re: Trapped...
The red and yellow and blue begin to feel like a way out, real and permanent. Even if she doesn't understand how or why.

Oh! So achey and beautiful. You've really hit it out of the park here. Thank you ♥
Oct. 20th, 2011 02:44 pm (UTC)
Re: Trapped...
Aw, thank you. I'm not always a huge fan of writing (I mean me writing) Kara in pain, but the arc that gets to Kara to Maelstrom has been on my mind lately. Glad you liked. :)
Oct. 19th, 2011 02:06 pm (UTC)
Either/both pilots' thoughts/feelings during this:

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